It’s been two weeks since I posted. Since I did any writing, really, unless you count a bit of poetry in the wee hours of one sleepless morning. Now I’m finally here again, not at my desk–no, I’m in bed, with a wiggly baby in a onesie with smiling rainclouds on it lying next to me and Tom Chapin playing…
In the past couple of weeks, we saw four relatively recent movies. All within the past couple of years, at least. Only one of them–Black Panther was in the theater. One, Spotlight, we downloaded on our tablet to watch on our anniversary cruise. The other two, Logan Lucky and Breathe we rented with my grandparents. All very different stories. And…
I talked about expectations a few days ago, and just over the weekend I’ve come upon a situation where I got to put my preaching into practice. Let me back up for a second. In case you don’t recognize the quote in this post’s title, it’s from a pretty fantastic movie called Eight Below. In it, a man determined to…
No, I’m not referring to the Dickens novel by that name, though it’s one of my all-time favorite books. I’m referring to something we all do every single day that we often may not even realize. I just got back from a weekend retreat for Christian moms. My own mom helps run it, and I’ve gone along to help serve…
After years of knowing I need to, I’m finally going to force myself to set up an author newsletter. I hear it’s the number one thing for a professional author to do, but I’ve just put it off time and again for two reasons: 1. I’m completely and totally overwhelmed at the idea. I don’t like doing new things in…
As you likely know, my novel October was published on Saturday. It went pretty smoothly. Reviewers had really loved it so far, seeming to truly catch the intention of the story. Many very kind people had helped me spread the news. I went to bed satisfied. The next morning, I woke up earlier than I’d intended and, as usual, reached…
I don’t normally share personal things on my blog, but my Facebook friends thought that this could potentially fit here–as an expression of life through the eyes of a writer. What do you think? Would you like to see more pieces like this? Ever since I can remember, I wanted to be a grown-up. I wanted it when my parents,…