Okay, I don’t really have an office. I work at my kitchen table, on my back deck, on the couch and sometimes when I’m feeling exceptionally lazy, on my bed in my pjs. (In fact, I’m still wearing my pjs right now. Shhh…don’t tell anyone.) Corey and I, along with our two oldest boys and my mom, will be spending a week in Haiti. Mom and I will teach sewing classes and Corey and the boys will be putting a roof on a house. This will be my 4th time in Haiti, Corey and Mom’s 2nd time, and Carter and…
Thursday, June 14, 7:15 a.m. The storm has turned the highway into a river. White-knuckled and blinded by the pounding rain on my windshield, I want to be anywhere but here. I pray for the rain to stop. This is what fear feels like. Friday, June 15, 8:15 a.m. My stagnant little creek bed has turned into a soothing babbling brook. I sit on the makeshift wooden bridge, my feet dangling above the sand and rocks. This is exactly where I want to be. I thank God for the beauty. This is what peace feels like. I have a million…
(I originally wrote the following post about freedom and sacrifice for inspireafire.com last year. I thought Memorial Day was an appropriate time to publish a slightly revised version.) Keith. That’s the name of my dad’s best boyhood friend. It’s also my brother’s name. My brother carries Keith’s name because Keith Kahlstorf was only allowed to carry it for a short time. The Vietnam War took his life when he was barely out of his teens. I’m sure he didn’t want to die. His family didn’t want him to die. My dad didn’t want him to die. But as that…
A couple weeks ago I excitedly posted a photo of my contract with Credo Communications (and a photo of the steak I ate in celebration.) Since then a lot of people have been asking me what having a literary agent means. BOOK WRITING Writing a book is a crazy long process. In fact, I would say my book writing journey began in 2011 when my author friend Jolene Philo told me to “Fork over the money and go to a good writer’s conference” if I was serious about this writing thing. (Maybe she didn’t word it exactly like that.) So,…
So this happened. I signed a contract with a literary agent. Not just “a” literary agent, but the exact literary agent I was hoping for. As of this week, I am officially represented by Karen Neumair at Credo Communications. And according to my contract, I am hereinafter called the AUTHOR. Oh boy. That word connected to my name is just about more than my heart can take. It’s a big deal. It’s a jump into my hubby’s arms and go out for steak at Johnnie’s kind of big deal. Thank you Jesus, for signed literary agreements (and for husbands…