October 10, 2007

Forensics & Faith: The One Most Important Thing

Forensics & Faith: The One Most Important Thing
The answers to a question that Brandilyn posed on the ACFW loop are posted on her site in the form of a survey. While the numbers may not be scientific, the answers should be of interest to any fiction writer.
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Christina Tarabochia said...

You are the SWEETEST blogger ever!!! I just read your comment on Tina Helmuth's blog asking for more of my book. What a thrill. I'll let you be one of the first to know that the house that had asked for the full ms just rejected it. Without me even sending it to them. Strangely, they really liked it (could be a line, but since I know a few of them I trust that they really meant it) but need to add more historicals to their line. However, eight other houses are looking at it, so you might not have to wait forever. :-)

Feel free to keep talking me up! We're going to instigate a new contest soon to get more subscribers to our newsletter and you'll be entered each and every time you refer someone.

Thanks for making my day!

October 23, 2007 at 12:42 AM

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RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:

I've published five novels and 2 novellas (more about those on my website.) I've been writing all my life, but decided in 2007 to get serious about being published.

I love action movies and Jane Austen. (she’s dead, I know. I found that out when I tried to get her to endorse my novel)

They let me play Bass guitar and sing in a worship band.

I can produce 4 dozen homemade cinnamon rolls in a flash for a crowd of drooling young adults. Or publishing house editors.

I used to have a Harley. Now we have seven grandkiddos. Decent trade, really.

I am a proud Grammy. Don't even think about taking candy from my babies.

I hate shopping (Yes, I'm aware that I'm a girl)

MY ROOTS:
I've lived in Oregon all my life, spent time in Eugene (Go DUCKS!), Springfield, Reedsport, and Smith River. Which is not really a town, but a river, about 70 miles long, a tributary of the Umpqua River in southwest Oregon.

Although it's not a town, it is a community with a strong sense of pioneer history. It's cool to say you've lived there, especially if you lived there during the days when you had to take a boat to school. No joke! The old farmhouse my grandfather and my mother grew up in still stands, nestled into a narrow, pasture carpeted valley, complete with a swimmin' hole and its own 'crick'. It may turn up in one of my novels.

There's a rumor that my ancestors had a connection with the Mafia back in Sicily. I used to fantasize as a kid about a big black limo with tinted windows pulling up and whisking me away from school. Ahhh. So THAT'S why I'm having so much trouble conjugating my dangling participles now.

NOT RANDOM: I am challenged by the truth and amazed by the grace of God. And it's either in spite of or because of that grace that I hold a PhD in Learning Stuff the Hard Way.