A package from Howard Publishing. I opened it, and inside I found twenty fresh-ink-smelling, hard-backed, dust-jacket-covered books with lovely gold embossed writing and my name on the cover. Weird.
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I’ve spent hours writing today. Half of chapter eleven and all of chapter twelve. I’m at a point in the story that speaks to deep, deep places in my soul. I’ve cried today. I’ve cried and marveled and remembered and then cried some more. Good tears. Healing tears. An amazing God rules this universe. How
“And if you make me laugh, I know I can make you like me. ‘Cause when I laugh I can be a lot of fun.” I’m in the market for some good books to read. Any suggestions?
My thoughts come in lines from songs. Read More »
I got my contract from the publisher. In addition to the two 1500-word stories, I’ve written two 250-word “tributes”, two ten-item lists, and will have four more short elements to compose. That will be a total of ten items in the book. Another author is also contributing ten items, and between us, that’s the whole
Surreality settles in, but reality remains. So I make room for both. Read More »
I had somewhat of an out-of-body experience last night. I opened my e-mail for a last check before going to bed. The homepage said Inbox-1. I recognized the sender immediately. A publisher I had sent a story to. She hadn’t needed it. Hmmm. Wonder what she wants? She wants the story after all, and she
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He walked into the room where she sat reading in a comfy chair. Collapsing on the bed, he lay, eyes closed, and in a painful whisper, he spoke. “I’m dying, Jeanne. I’m dying.” “Everyone’s dying,” she reminded him, without the slightest hint of sympathy in her matter-of-fact tone. She watched him as he lay motionless,
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