Out of the Mouths of Babes

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Last Tuesday, I found out I’d not won a writing grant I applied for in March. On Thursday I found out I’d not won a writing contest I entered in June. I wasn’t surprised, really, but I was still disappointed. That evening, during our...

Manna

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Emotions are a fickle thing, are they not? On the Friday before Labor Day, I danced a little jig of happiness: two paying jobs! A partial request! The Tuesday after, quite serendipitously, I met the other agent who has a partial of my novel. We had a lovely...

Playing Gideon

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Last month, I laid out a fleece. (If you don’t know about fleeces, go read Judges 6:36-40 and then come back.) As anyone who’s been reading this blog for awhile knows, this summer was not kind to me on the writing front. In fact, this whole year has been...