Monday, February 13, 2012

Phoenix Rattler Contest Finalist!

I have been away for a little while and I apologize, but I haven't been away from writing. On the contrary. I took a chance and submitted three chapters of Bullied to Death to Christian Writers of the West. And I am a finalist in the 2011-2012 The Phoeniz Rattler contest!
Just when I thought about slowing down, taking a break, stepping away from rejection, God took hold of me and knocked some sense into me! I thank Him each and every day for His blessings. Thank you Christian Writers of the West for providing this opportunity for me.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Inspirational Tuesday

I'm back with the Inspirational quote of the week. So sorry I've been away--tending with family. Thank you for continuing to follow.

Act as if it were impossible to fail. - Dorothea Brande, 1893-1948

Writer Stephanie Grace Whitson

Published writer Stephanie Grace Whitson is on Infinite Characters today. Learn to “Dress Your Beds Fashionably.”

Friday, September 9, 2011

Growl Bigger than its Bite

My online blogging group is doing some fun things with fiction. Check out my latest story of a first kiss interrupted by an animal.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Reasons for Having Critique Partners

I wrote an article on Reasons for Joining a Critique Group. Go to and see what's new!

Thursday, August 11, 2011

I lost my Grandma last Friday to a 14 year battle with cancer. She was very loved and will be missed.
Through My Grandma's Eyes

Through my grandma's eyes she saw the world like no one else,

She saw a person dressed in rags, dirty from life's woes, and she'd hug and feed them.

If she saw a child not in church, no way to learn about God, she'd find room in her car.

A person that didn’t know the Lord, she'd show them the way.

Anyone in pain, she'd wrap them in her arms and say she wished it were her instead.

She'd give her last sweater, gladly, without second thought to someone who was cold.

If I could be half the person my grandma was, I'd see an enemy through loving eyes.

What a world it would be.

Closing my eyes now, letting the tears stream, I imagine her wearing the wings God made for her. She's crying right along with us—not because her life ended, but because we are sad.

I want to remember her as the most beautiful person God blessed us with, even if for a short time. She was the wife, sister, mother, grandmother, friend that we all were so proud to know and definitely loved.

She taught me how to live and she taught me how to die. Just a glimpse through my grandma's eyes.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Developing Pace

Check out Infinite Characters on my group's latest blog on developing pace in your novel. I'm Tom & Jerry, what are you? Also, there are some really neat stories about a kiss being interupted by an animal.