Derby Girl Rocks It!

Delivered from out of the paw of the lion and the bear, Saul said to David, Go, and the Lord be with you! So… off I go to the Christian Writer's Conference. I am prayed up, prayed over, wrapped in a blanket of prayer, naming, claiming, and proclaiming and covered in the blood of Jesus. I have researched and memorized my top choices of publishers I desire to meet with at the conference.
Sadly, one of my top choices is taken. As I'm removing the adhesive from the back of my sticky name placard to reserve the final time slot left of my back-up publisher, in comes Derby Girl.
You heard me, Derby Girl. With a sharp left elbow she attempts to steal the final timeslot. I confront her and she is adamant. Derby Girl says "I DON"T CARE!!! IT’S THE ONLY ONE TAKING CHILDRENS BOOKS! I HAVE TO HAVE IT!!!!" Talk about a tense moment, what happens next is difficult to comprehend. It's one of those "WWJD?" moments when I actually do the right thing, I step aside and begin removing my invisible knee and elbow pads and unbuckle my helmet. I can hear the Guild whistle blowing the final buzzer that signals the end of sign-ups.
Don't freak out, here's what happens next. All that prayer must have reprogrammed some instincts, I invite the Derby Girl to sit with me and I tell her I am her new best friend for today. I tell her it's okay and that GOD has "got this". HE is going to get me in front of the right people no matter what.
This makes her cry harder and I begin to cry too and I start to pray with her and everyone else I come across that needs it.
Next, I give away another consultation to someone I care for deeply that is distraught about not getting in with a certain publisher. If you know math, you'll see I am going in the wrong direction!
Well thanks to the Derby Girl and the power of the Holy Spirit my day takes a supernatural twist. I end up with FOUR successful consultations and a bonus lunch with an unlikely super hero.
So thank you, Derby Girl, your tenacity scores big in the final lap.

Cover Art

My first bit of cover art for Saving Savannah......Before you say "Hmmm, looks a bit reptilian," I am not a lizard okay? This is Savannah combined to reflect my favorite of all time journal cover. Savannah is fractured. The shell, what is left of the mosaic is what she has become. This is the image you see. Notice the tiles that are missing? These symbolize fragments of hope left behind (chapter 14). My designer, Josh, had cards printed up for me to take to conference with my contact info and blogspot. :^}
Thank you God, it's all coming together, just like you promised!

Grandma...can you hear me?

Grandma...can you hear me?

This coming weekend is the San Diego Christian Writers Conference. For writers, it's the big hoo-rah, the Big Kahuna, the moment we've all been working towards. Our bi-monthly critique group met last night and everyone was in "conference-mode". We are all teeming with anticipation and wonder.
My book, Saving Savannah is a shocking tale that is written for God's glory and honor even if it has a crazy way of getting there. I really don't know too many of us that have slipped on a banana peel or fell off a turnip truck and found God. For me it was a process, and a journey. It wasn't always pretty but it was MINE!
My co-character in my book Saving Savannah is the only reason I am here today. She's Savannah's Grandmother, who kept her (me) alive by her constant prayers. Now it's my turn to pray for her journey. My Grandmother is 93 years old and lives in hospice out of state. I used to call her every week and shout and tell her hello and how much I love her. She can't hear anymore, even when you scream. She can't see either, hasn't been able to for a very long time.
I feel pretty helpless most days and can't begin to understand why Jesus won't let her go home and hang out in Heaven where she belongs. Grandma if you can hear me, I just want you to know how much you influenced my life. I want to tell you that I love you and couldn't have written this book without you.  Grandma, If you can hear me, I just want to say thank you, thank you for Saving Savannah