I don’t know how it happened, but today, I’m thrilled to be the featured guest at not
one, but THREE of the coolest Writing blogs! Join the gang at Novel
Rocket where some publishing journeys read like an epic novel (& find out what kind
mine is), then scoot over to The Writers Alley to chime in on how “real” Christian
should fiction be. Then visit Carla Stewart’s stylish blog for a peek at how she
and I met under the shade of a California redwood.
I’m honored to be invited by
all these cool cats (& all on the same day, total coincidence) & would
be quadruple honored if you’d stop by one or all three blogs. Carla is giving
away a copy of my book, so be sure to comment to enter that drawing if you’d
like a chance to win. I’d love to see you there & Thanks!
Novel Rocket: A Michener Epic Writing Journey With A Happy Ending
RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME: 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 playBass 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)
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.