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My first sale!

I have a nice little stockpile of completed manuscripts.  Sometimes I don’t think of them by their working titles, but by labels such as: The Plotless Wonder The Big Mess The NaNoWriMo Thing The Big Mess, Revised The Funny One The One That Just Might Work And now . . . The One That WaterBrook Bought. Yes, my agent has…

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Morris West and other Catholic novelists

Thanks to a brief Facebook conversation a couple of weeks ago with Phil of Brandywine Books, I’ve picked up a copy of The Shoes of the Fisherman by Australian author Morris West.  I first read it so many years ago that I don’t remember much about it except that it’s about the process of choosing a new Pope, and that…

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Fiction, the frivolous kid brother

I think some people see fiction as the frivolous younger sibling of non-fiction. Non-fiction is the responsible grown-up with a real job in the real world, while fiction is the kid brother who goes adventuring in worlds that don’t even exist. In some circles, Kid Brother doesn’t get much respect.  (Granted, some versions of him don’t deserve respect.) But sometimes…

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Great books

Check out the list of “great books to read” that my agent posted on his blog a few days ago. It made me both embarrassed that I haven’t read more of them and happy to be reminded that the world is so full of good books that I’ll never run out of reading material. This afternoon, I wandered over to…

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Anne Rice, Pat Robertson, and me

Although I’m still shaking my head over Pat Robertson’s remarks about Haiti, I have to overlook  my irritation for the moment and direct your attention to the Anne Rice interview with Scott Ross on Robertson’s TV network.  The link goes to a transcript, not video, so you can skim it quickly if you’d like.  Please take a look, even if…

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Dickson and Koontz save Topside Cat

As the weather gets colder, my thermotropic cats get friendlier. At the moment, I have one cat squeezing in beside me in the recliner and the other cat draped over the back of the chair. If I stand up suddenly, the topside cat will go flying, becoming a cat-apult. It happens fairly often and irritates her to no end. Two…

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Rain and books

For six days, we’ve been holed up in a mountain cabin with my brother-in-law and sister-in-law, wishing the rain would stop. For the most part, it hasn’t, so the bikes sit forlornly in a puddle while we go jaunting about in a Jeep instead. Or we stay indoors, playing card games and Scrabble. Or reading. I’ve been reading mostly non-fiction….

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What do lizards have to do with Agnes Sparrow?

Boy, am I bad about blogging. I admit it. I get so wrapped up in novel-writing that I forget my blog for days or weeks. Or months. Not that the world waits with bated breath for my posts, but it’s a good way to stay connected with people. If you stay connected, that is. I just finished reading, or at…

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The hermit emerges, dusty books in hand

I feel like a hermit emerging from a cave, blinking at the sunlight. Hmm, it appears to be spring. Of a different year. It has been a very long time since I touched this blog or any others. My sabbatical from blogs must have started about the time my laptop died, taking all my bookmarks with it. But I’m back….

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A game for bookish folks

My friend Amy Wallace has dragged me out of lurkdom by tagging me to play this little game. I’m not going to tag anybody, but if you feel like playing along, please tell us where to find your answers. You can read responses from Amy and some of her friends at her blog. Here are the questions and my answers:…

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