Is it just me, or when a parent decides to set out and do something non-kid related, it's that exact moment all your kids decide to wind up and hoof you in the teeth? It's as if they're unanimously agreeing, "How dare you think of anything on this planet apart from us?" My kids are … Continue reading Writing A Book With Kids (WABWK)
Not every book I write has the fundamentals of my faith interwoven into the fabric of the story. In fact, most of the novels I write are just cool stories. For my debut, however, I wanted to choose one that hit a little closer to home. Yes, I’m going to attempt to publish a book … Continue reading Into the Publishing World and onto the Shelf
Straight up, I have a lot of books. That shouldn't come as much of a surprise to many of you. At Christmas, most of my presents are fresh printer-and-ink-smelling rectangles in tacky Christmas wrap, simply because I make it easy for my husband to guess what I want by constantly adding a pile of Marissa … Continue reading Can I be in your Shelfie?
Today is the second day that I have been praying for a revival to break out in Canada. Far-fetched, you think? It's not as unrealistic of a prayer as you realize. In 1904, a revival took place in Wales. A man named Evan Roberts had prayed for ten years that the people of Wales would … Continue reading Catching the Fire of Revival – Part III
Last year for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) I wrote a book called GATEWAYS (title is subject to change), and even though I got a late start last year, I polished off 50,000+ words without a hitch. Coincidentally it was only a few months after I had written my first Christmas themed novel called … Continue reading A STAIN OF RED
Isn't it funny how a breath mint can be the difference between a moment with someone being sentimental and precious vs. terrible and nasty? There are times when I've been in close quarters with someone and all I can think about is how little I can breathe from the fog-cloud they are creating between us and … Continue reading Life Speakers and Bad Breath Breathers
Pregnancy is weird. I've said it before and I will say it again. But even though there is an Olympic-level soccer athlete inside my tummy trying to kick its way out, it seems to only be a slice of what I'm focused on right now. And I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean … Continue reading Wild Wilderness People