Sometimes, it's the act of getting away.
Hubby walks in. He says "Let's go camping." So we go. We don't plan. We don't worry. We just pack the clean clothes and load the trunk...
Waiting Grace.
Our last pastor always said that God has special grace for his children. There is baby-birthing grace. And dying-day grace. There is...
One of those days. . .
Every writer has those days. The days that are not for writing. You set aside the time. You might even leave the house. You put on your...
Just hit send.
I emailed my baby (I mean, manuscript) today. I emailed it to a literary agent. Not my mother. Not my best friend. Not even a...
The final countdown. . .
(It is totally okay if the lyrics to that song just popped into your head. I'm humming it while I type.) In seven days I will email my...
Fifteen and counting. . .
I have written fifteen novels. (gasp) I sat down today and counted them all. And that doesn't count all the stories I've outlined or...
Just breathe. . .
I'm not really a beach person. I never have been. I grew up an hour from the gulf coast and can count the number of times I went during...
