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So I know I haven’t updated this website in quite a while, and I apologize for that. I do, however, have some big news about the Flying Ponies. I finished the first book (as yet untitled) on Valentines Day, and am letting it sit for a few weeks before taking on the task of editing it. The rough draft is now in the hands of my first reader, my oldest niece. She is an aspiring writer, too, and she’s good – I have no doubt she’ll become a best-selling writer.

After doing research on the best ways to get published, and looking at scores of agents’ websites, I decided to be brave and become a self-published writer. K. R. Conway, author of the best-selling YA series Undertow and owner of Wicked Whale Publishing, is helping me along on my journey. She is walking me through how to become an indie author, and I feel confident being in her capable hands.

I will keep you updated on the progress of my first novel. My other writing plans include finishing the rewrite of the first Pentallian series, and beginning research for a dieselpunk story.

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Last night my husband and I watched our son, now a freshman, march during his first football game with the Shelby Marching Tigers band. Our daughter was there too; not being interested in football (yet), she read her book. And the band was great. Really, especially for it being their first performance of the year on the field. They did what my husband and son both refer to as “park and blow,” when the band marches onto the field, but then stands in formation and plays, instead of doing an actual show. Weird term, I know, but dating back at least as far as when my hubby played trumpet (which is what our son and daughter play) in high school.

But it wasn’t the marching band last night that was so striking for me (don’t tell my son that). It was the fact that though our football team was outgunned and outclassed at every maneuver, they never gave up. And that’s remarkable, given that these boys are probably between the ages of 16-18 years old, and they lost every single game last season. Let me say that again: every single game. On top of that, they only won two games the year before. The Shelby Tigers were a force to be reckoned with three or four years ago, but then, as it happens to every good team, the seniors kept graduating, and Shelby lost the boys who had made it the team to beat.

Last night, in the face of being down some forty points to zero, I watched and listened as the Shelby coach gathered his boys into a huddle, and told them to never give up. To dig deep and find the heart that he knew they all had. To play the best they could. And after that speech, those boys went out and scored a touch down. It was beautiful. It really was. And the celebration on both the field and in the stands was amazing. Because you see, our team is little compared to a lot of the other conference teams. I don’t mean in height – some of the boys are over six feet. There’s just not a lot of them. But they do the best they can. They dig deep, and they don’t quit. And that’s something to both admire and respect.

I know football isn’t for everyone. Getting excited about a small town team making one TD, and getting a one point conversion, wouldn’t wow everyone. But it wowed me last night, because the Shelby Tigers varsity football team made do with what they had, and they deserved that touch down and conversion. And the greatest thing? They did it with heart.

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So I’ve done it again -sent out a book proposal for Peril at Stormsurge. This time it’s heading to Enclave Publishing, down in Phoenix, Arizona. I’m not sure what to expect. If I can be honest, I hope they take it. I hope it becomes a best seller. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, just yet. Or should we? Should there be a celebration based on the fact that I have sent it out? Well, there is a celebration of sorts. My coworkers and I (all three of us) are celebrating with ice cream. The good stuff, too: Ben and Jerry’s. No Neapolitan for us today!

You see, my coworker has also just done something amazing: she’s published her first book, and it’s now available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Pretty awesome stuff. She’s worked very hard, and for a long time, on this first book. We expect great things from it. I expect at least good things from mine. Now her accomplishment is definitely worth celebrating. I mean, it’s out there in the world. You can buy it.

But what about mine? Does just sending a book out for consideration merit a celebration? I didn’t always think so. But you know what? I spent hours and hours and weeks and months making plans for it, making outlines that never saw much of the light of day. And then I wrote it. And the characters took over, and laughed at my outlines and notes, and did whatever they wanted. And somehow, it all worked out. So here I am, praying and hoping that this time around, Peril at Stormsurge will find a home, and find some readers.

And so you know what? Just sending my book out is worth celebrating. It took a lot out of me to write. It was lonely and frustrating and scary. I deserve my Ben and Jerry’s. And I’m not gonna feel bad about eating it. No sir. Now I just have to fend off my characters, because somehow, they think they deserve some, too. And I’m not going to share.

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