September 30, 2008

Wot? No Blog?

Uhhh....yeah. I meant to tell you. I've been suffering from a severe case of Blogger's Block. The doctor thinks he's got a cure, though. He prescribed Getalife. That should boost production of charming, witty profundity cells where there currently are none.

To be quite honest, I've been putting all my time and energy into polishing up that heartbreaking work of staggering genius (or is it the other way around? I always forget) novel to send off to that agent, that editor and perhaps even that Zondervan/Mt Hermon Contest. More about the contest HERE.

Well....almost all my time. Some of my time is spent goofing off on FaceBook. Other portions of my precious time are spent finding creative ways to avoid cooking dinner, or calling in paramedics when I announce I'm actually cooking dinner and my family passes out.



I've published three novels and a novella (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 twenty-something kids. Decent trade, really. The window-rattling grumble isn't quite the same, but we are still enjoying the ride.

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)

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.