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The right fig tree

Last night about twilight, I sat in our sunroom with the windows open and just watched the rain. And realized I couldn’t remember the last time I had just sat still with eyes and ears open. With nothing to do but . . . be. I’ve been on a tear for the last few weeks, finishing/revising/polishing a manuscript. Now that…

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ACFW conference

I’ve been procrastinating about this post because I don’t know where to start. Also because I’ve been busy polishing a manuscript and rewriting the ending three times. (Yes, I’ve just about got it now, thanks for asking.) I went to the American Christian Fiction Writers conference in Nashville with two of my Atlanta-area friends (waving here to Missy and Amy)….

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The conference, the Caddie, and the rib

I’ve had a busy couple of weeks. For starters, I finished writing a novel. Couple of days after that, I went to the ACFW writers’ conference in Nashville and won two exciting awards there. Better than that, I met up with friends and cemented relationships that I believe will last a lifetime. But I’ll post more about the conference later….

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Cold lobby, warm connections

I’m sitting in the freezing-cold lobby of a hotel in Nashville at the annual conference of the American Christian Fiction Writers. There’s free wireless internet down here, which is why I’m not upstairs in bed. I can’t adequately describe the delight of being with so many like-minded people and meeting friends I’ve only known online before. As one of the…

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Domesticity or the lack thereof

I’ve never been domestically inclined. Oh, I’ve tried to fit myself into that mold. I’ve played the role of the model housewife. I know how to sew, scrub, cook, bake, and pinch a penny. But certain circumstances bring out my true priorities. The broken oven, for instance. We’ve lived with it since June. I’m perfectly capable of picking up the…

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Muse starters

I’m two scenes away from finishing a novel I started writing about a year ago. Then I’ll revise, polish, and polish some more. Once that’s done, off it goes, into the inbox of an editor who may or may not like it. While I wait for thumbs up or thumbs down, I’ll start on my next project. I don’t even…

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Pouring my coffee slowly

I have an inexpensive coffeemaker, a gift from my daughter when my “good” one broke, back before she married Mr. Right and moved out. Daughter and I are both coffee addicts. In our old house, we used to instant-message each other, from one bedroom to another: Time for the afternoon pot? ‘K. Hazelnut or regular? She worked part time away…

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Dying Down South

A few days ago, I picked up The Pat Conroy Cookbook at the library. Pat Conroy wrote The Prince of Tides, The Lords of Discipline, and The Great Santini, some of my favorite novels of the South. He writes so you can smell the Gulf and taste the crab cakes. Even when he writes a cookbook, it’s full of quirky…

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Standing in the need of prayer

What a monstrous storm Katrina was. Natural disasters happen all the time. Earthquakes, fires, hurricanes, tornadoes. They affect Christian nations and pagan ones. They destroy brothels and churches. They kill saints and sinners, old folks, newlyweds, little children. There’s no rhyme or reason to it. Some people label disasters as God’s judgment, but I just can’t. As Jesus said, speaking…

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Katrina

I’ve been in New Orleans only twice. Once was nearly thirty years ago, on a church bus. We drove through part of the French Quarter on a hot July morning but didn’t stop. It looked pretty dismal. Then I flew out of the New Orleans airport a few years ago. July, again. I was traveling with friends to a writers’…

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