20 March 2017

Shameless Plug

I was listening to a history podcast the other day. (Yay podcasts!) (Yay history!) (Yay listening!) (Yay me!?!)  And I found this one!  It includes E.B. Wheeler, who happens to be a co-author with me in "Pathways to the Heart", coming to bookstores in July.  This history podcast was recorded live at the Salt Lake Comicon, which sounds like a great time.  I was impressed by E.B. Wheeler's knowledge about history and it was fun to hear about her writing process too.

Go ahead and stop reading this and click on over to this link.  You'll be happy you did.

09 March 2017

28 February 2017


This book is available NOW on amazon!  Two weeks early!  Buy yourselves a copy and enjoy four lovely stories by four beautiful authors.  (Now I'm just projecting, but the stories are fun to read.)  You'll love them and we'll love you for supporting us.


30 January 2017

Coming Soon!

Just wanted to share with you the cover for the second anthology I'm involved in.  This book will come out in July 2017.  

Is it weird to anyone else that I already have the cover for a book I haven't finished writing?

Speaking of that... last week I went to Oregon to stay with my sister for a few days so I could research what the Cascade foothills are like because my story is set there.  It's beautiful.  I hope my words can do it justice.  

Also, this cover is lovely, but it really has nothing to do with what I'm writing.  Just FYI.

I'd love to hear what ya'll think of it.

04 January 2017

Snow Storm

We got more than a foot of snow in a twenty-four hour period.  In some parts of the world that would be next to nothing, but in Utah that's almost miraculous.  In Utah, getting anything other than sunshine coming down from the sky is almost miraculous.  So because of all the snow, the schools delayed starting by two hours yesterday.  The kids weren't excited about having two hours in which they were completely ready with nowhere to go, they were a little miffed that they had to have school at all.

My husband took the two older children to school and got stuck trying to get out of the driveway.  It took twenty minutes to get them on the road.

I really hate driving in the snow.  I go so slow the drivers behind me think I'm a ninety year-old.  And because I also hate getting stuck, I got my youngest child to help me shovel the driveway.  Let me just say that my muscles are still upset about being used.

Anyway, snow.  What a great way to start the new year.  Right? (I'm trying really hard not to be sarcastic.)  Ahem.  Yay snow!

(At least I don't live there!)

16 December 2016

It's Christmastime, Charlie Brown.

This time of year, I forget about the simple pleasures of life.  Honestly.  There's too much to do.  Who has time to sit by the fire with a mug of hot cocoa and just be still?  (Not that I have a fireplace, or can drink hot cocoa, but I'm sure you get the idea.)  And if we do have, or make, the time to relax, doesn't it usually involve some kind of screen: phone, tablet, computer, TV, theater? It isn't like we're really taking in our surroundings, breathing in the atmosphere of the birth of the Savior and feeling the ho ho ho.

If I'm wrong, and you are the type of person who inhales Currier and Ives and exhales twinkle lights, I beg your pardon.

I'd love to be the kind of person who can gaze through the Winter darkness and focus on nothing more than the starlight, but I have to admit, after about two minutes of that, I'm bored.  Especially when there are still so many good books I haven't read yet, and so many concerts and games my kids are involved in, and so many presents to buy and wrap, family pictures to take, and so many cookies to bake.

But even with all that in mind, I'd like to take the opportunity to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas.  I wish you all the peace, joy, and hope the Light of the World brings to the hearts of us all.  And I also wish you a moment of quiet by the fire with your cup of cocoa, even if it is only metaphorically.

29 November 2016

See You In The Funny Papers

I know I've already mentioned that I have a novella coming out in March, but this is the first time I've had a book contracted for publication before I was finished writing it.  And since I just finished a big, big round of edits, it's on my mind.

Over the last two weeks, I have asked myself repeatedly why I do this to myself.  Why write?  Why send my baby out into the world for other people to tear apart, or misunderstand, or attack me personally because of the writing I've done?  I love the craft of writing.  I love making a story that was alive only in my head become alive to someone else. I cannot say how many times I've given myself pep talks, saying that even if people aren't very nice about their "constructive criticism" it is useful to me by helping make me a better writer, helping my story become the best it can be.

Even still, keeping defensiveness under my metaphorical hat gets difficult sometimes.  I want to explain why my characters do things, and show people that I did explain it, or whatever the case may be.  But what my defensiveness is really showing is that I had it all worked out in my mind and didn't explain it well enough for the reader to understand.  And maybe it's just that one reader who didn't get it, but isn't that enough to reconsider the way I had it?  (That doesn't mean I change anything, per se, but I definitely consider it.)

I say all this calmly and rationally now.  Just don't talk to me about it directly after I hear someone tear apart my story.  Evidently, I go a little crazy and need several days of eating potato chips and bashing my head against tables before sense returns and I'm able to approach my story again with something that resembles willingness.

And then I found this comic, which is pretty much how I felt.

In my case, potato chips help get the green off.