Beautiful World

Happy Monday! I'm in the process of creating the playlist for my next book. And this amazing song by Carolina Liar is the backbone. Thought you'd like to hear it. Hit play on the YouTube video, then scroll down to read the lyrics. It's a beautiful song. And it is, indeed, a beautiful world.



Here it comes in the morning
I’m just trying to forget
Keep it real, keep it simple
And somehow just get out of bed
And this city is endless
I’m as cold as it’s stone
Yeah this city is endless
And I’m, I’m walking alone

Sunlight creeps in between the curtains
Lose the sheets there’s no time for sleep
I lie, I pretend ‘til I’m almost certain
It’s a beautiful world

I wanna ask for direction
But I don’t dare to disturb
I got a thing with affections
Yeah, that’s why I’m walking alone

Sunlight creeps in between the curtains
Lose the sheets there’s no time for sleep
I lie, I pretend ‘til I’m almost certain
It’s a beautiful world

Here it comes in the morning…

Lazy Saturday Afternoon

I love summer Saturday afternoons...

We live in an "old" neighborhood where the trees are big and the houses have character, where cracked sidewalks crisscross every block and the sound of the wind in the leaves is a constant whisper. We jokingly call it the "inner-city" because our small town seems to be sprouting new subdivisions and "suburbs" at every far-flung corner. But there's no place that I'd rather be, particularly on a lazy Saturday afternoon halfway through a perfect summer...

We walk miles around the meandering blocks, finding treasures in the form of pine cones, feathers, and dandelion puffs.

We bike more than we use our car. This summer, my son learned to ride a bike here in thirty seconds flat.

My sweet aging house wears window boxes like jewels, spilling geranium reds and soft petunia whites in a summery cascade of color. She's a pretty little lady, all decked out in blue.

My yard might be small, but I spend hours in my gardens, weeding, watering, removing dead leaves and spent flowers so that more will bloom. We don't get enough sun to grow a vegetable garden, but I have hostas the size of a Volkswagon Bug. Well, close enough.

Dorothy might have said, "There's no place like home," but her words are my own. Thank you, Lord, for a place to call home. Especially on a Saturday afternoon.

Denver, Take II

Weronika wanted more photos, and since I'm playing hide and seek with my boys and don't have time to blog, more photos she shall receive. :) See? All you have to do is ask!

I made such a big deal out of my $5 earrings, I thought I should give my $29 shoes some publicity. I have to confess, I'm not usually so girly... But it was fun getting dressed up and I found myself loving the chance to wear anything other than jean shorts, a t-shirt, and flip-flops--standard stay-at-home mommy fare.

Here we are posing with Tom and Collette Pawlik. Beautiful couple. All these great people are just one more reason why I love what I do.

Smiles before the signing. Randy Singer was signing his book The Justice Game right behind me. Publishers Weekly says that Randy is "every bit as enjoyable as John Grisham." Talk about high praise! On the opposite corner of Randy, Chris Fabry was signing his newest book June Bug. I can't wait to read this re-telling of Les Miserables--Publishers Weekly calls it "a stunning success." And Tom Pawlik held down the fourth corner of the Tyndale booth, signing his book Valley of the Shadow. Tom writes visionary fiction along the lines of Dean Koontz and Ted Dekker. This "exciting page-turner" sounds like an awesome read. Now can you see why I felt like I was playing dress up? Literally and figuratively? ;)

Another angle of the signing. My back is to the photo. From where I sat I had a great view of the Faithwords (an imprint of Hachette) booth (the blue banner above all the heads). Next to Tyndale was Bethany. I think. Maybe Harvest House? I can't remember... Lots of booths, lots of publishers...

On the way home, we drove through a stunning Colorado storm. At one point the clouds seemed to be coming up from the ground instead of down from the sky... Turned out the wind had kicked up a dust storm that was making little twisters and funnels all along the horizon. It was awesome. The photo (snapped from my car window at 80 mph) does not do the dark sky justice.

Ah, back to life as normal. I have a dishwasher to unload and teeth to brush (both my own and my sons'). This is my last week of "vacation" from writing... Next week I'll hop in the deep end with more edits for my 4th book and research for my 5th. I've already started crafting scenes--that's always a good sign. Happy Thursday to you!

Denver 2009

Aaron and I just got home from our whirlwind trip to Denver. Amid unpacking, laundry, cleaning, and boy-hugging, I'm taking a few quick minutes to whip up a blog post. I think I may have told you I'd write this weekend... Uh, sorry about that. We were having too much fun to worry about booting up the computer. Any-hoo, without further ado, Denver, in five photos or less (or more--we'll see how it goes).

The Christy Awards Ceremony

Though Summer Snow was a finalist in the Series, Sequels, and Novellas category, it did not win. The lovely Tracey Bateman won for her novel You Had Me at Goodbye. As cliched as it sounds, I was so incredibly humbled and honored to be considered in the same breath as Robin Jones Gunn and Tracey Bateman (both bestselling authors with an entire library of work under their belt) that the joy for me was in the nomination. Besides, I now have a rockin' medal (that my boys will probably use for dress-up), and I got to get all dolled up and be girly. The best part? Chandelier earrings and heels that tied around the ankle. He-he! Or maybe it was meeting Robin Jones Gunn, sitting beside the brilliant Angela Hunt, being inspired by Richard Foster, or watching two fellow Tyndale authors win Christy Awards. Obviously a toss up.

Posing for a pic with my stunningly handsome hubby.

Standing in-between the wonderful Robin Jones Gunn and Chris Fabry. Do I look serious to you? It's only because I'm silently thanking God that I didn't fall off the stage when I was accepting my medallion.

Breckenridge

On Sunday, Aaron and I drove out of the city and spent the day in Breckenridge. Wow. We lived in British Columbia for several years, but mountains never cease to take my breath away. We took a lift to the top of Peak 9 and hiked around on top of the world. So amazing. In fact, we were so blown away by the beauty and grandeur that we waxed poetic on how much we miss living near such sights... Until we headed back for Denver and found ourselves amid bumper-to-bumper traffic on Interstate 70. It took us nearly three hours to get back to the city! Needless to say, by the time we finally stepped out of the car at our hotel, we were very happy small town dwellers once again. Who needs mountains when you have the peace and quiet of the simple life?

Hiking around the beautiful city of Breckenridge.

At nearly 10,000 feet.

ICRS

This was my second experience at the International Christian Retail Show and it was as fun and furious as I remembered. Tyndale hosted a booksigning for four of their Christy nominated authors on Monday morning, and I had a ball meeting people from all over the country. Not to mention, getting free books! I love that about ICRS. And I love that there are such fantastic people in the publishing industry... I feel so blessed to get to be a part of it.

This was the line at the beginning of the signing. I'm the little-bitty person sitting at the table.

Hmmm. I can deduct two things from this picture. One: I like booksignings. Two: I really like my chandelier earrings.

From right to left: Chris Fabry (Christy winner), Randy Singer, Tom Pawlik (Christy winner) and me. I'm the one in the skirt (and chandelier earrings).

Well, I made it in seven photos. Not bad considering I have sixty-nine. :) Blessings to you this week!

4th Book

Soooo... It's done. Just over a week ago I put the finishing touches on my fourth manuscript and sent it to my agent with a wish and a prayer. If you've been following my blog for any amount of time, you know a few things about this book already, but for some reason I find it helpful to organize my thoughts. No, this creative mind doesn't think linearly. But I do like to collect thoughts much like I hunt for shells at the beach. Size, color, and type don't matter, but there's a pattern to what I keep and why. Don't try to understand it, just smile and nod. ;)

Some interesting stats about Book #4 (Sometimes Girl?):

-It's 104,360 words. That's my second longest book. The Moment Between is around 118,000 words. Apparently, most contemporary fiction these days stays under the 100,000 word mark. What can I say? I'm verbose. People have both praised this quality in my books and scorned it.

-Meg Painter (the protag for my backstory), is everything I wish I would have been in high school and beyond. She's tough, tomboyish, and bold. She plays football, rides a Freestyle BMX, and charms everyone who meets her. I was shy, bookish, and uncoordinated. Though I was a cheerleader--imagine that. The only thing I have in common with Meg is that we were both late bloomers. Meg's mother tells her that Painter girls grow into their beauty. I was an ugly duckling who always hoped that would prove true for me!

-Lucas Hudson (the protag for my main story) is based loosely on my husband, my father, and my brother. They are all kind, gentle-spirited men who manage to exude utter masculinity and strength without feeling the need to brandish guns or put on the sort of silly, macho displays that some men consider manly. I have never been attracted to that in a man.

-This is the first book I've written that is told (at least in part) from a man's perspective. My first draft editor is a man, and he was at times impressed by my ability to get inside the head of the opposite sex, and at times found my interpretations laughable. Thankfully, he kept me true to Lucas's character, and I feel confident handing this manuscript to any man.

-I started this novel, in earnest, in January. The idea actually took root fifteen years ago, and I wrote 50 pages or so of Lucas's story before my first son was born in 2003. In some ways, this book has taken the least amount of time to write (just under six months) and the most amount of time (fifteen years).

-Like The Moment Between, I have a very hard time describing this book. It's part murder-mystery, part true crime, part love story. It's a page-turner, but it has the same literary elements as my first three books. It's character driven, but there is a large cast of fascinating characters instead of merely two or three.

Well, that's it in a nutshell. Hope it piques your interest! I'll keep you updated as things start to get fun... I love editing, the cover design process, marketing plans... Oh! So exciting! I just love what I do. :D

Mosaic

There is sooooo much going on right now I don't even know where to start. For lack of any common thread, I'm going to post randomly today, and get back to regular blogging in the coming week. Thanks for putting up with my scatterbrained-ness!

*Today is my baby's birthday! He's officially three years old. Sweet, sweet thing. Though I wasn't there at his birth, the Holy Spirit worked a little miracle for me and let me know the week he was born... It's an amazing story, I'll have to share it sometime. In the meantime, Happy Birthday, Sweet Pea.

Not flesh of my flesh or bone of my bone
But still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute,
You didn’t grow from my heart but in it.

*I'm done with my fourth book. That's a hard sentence for me to write because I never really feel done with a book until it's officially in print. Even then, I have a hard time reading it because something could always have been done better. I'm such a perfectionist. But, Book #4 is officially in the hands of my wonderful agent and her assistant, and I hope to get feedback on it soon. Stay tuned: I'll write more about it tomorrow!

*On Friday morning, Aaron and I leave for Denver, Colorado and the Christy Awards! I'm so excited. Time alone with my husband, a fabulous hotel downtown, hanging out with friends and colleagues in the publishing industry... It's going to be a blast. And I'm still getting my mind around the fact that Summer Snow is a finalist. Crazy. I'll try to post Saturday night or Sunday to let you know how it all went.

*Believe it or not, hot on the heels of finishing my fourth book for publication, I'm nearly ready to begin again with another book! The idea came to me several weeks ago, and though this fabulous novel-in-waiting is still in its infancy, I'm very excited about it. Not quite ready to talk about it yet, but I will say that I'll be taking a few flying lessons this summer in preparation for the coming months of writing. Could be interesting since I'm afraid of heights. And this ain't no 747... More like a two-seater Cessna. I'll keep you posted.

Whew! I'm feeling like my life is one big mosaic these days! Between family and writing and church and friends and gardening and summer and everything in between, I'm trying to take in each beautiful minute. Hope your summer is proving equally wonderful.

Summer Berries

One of my favorite summer traditions is going strawberry picking at a local berry farm. The boys love riding a tractor to the fields, and I love all the memories of picking berries with my grandma when I was a kid. We pick for an hour, eating more than we collect, of course, and we always have a hard time stopping... Lifting the plants to find those crimson beauties is like treasure hunting--it's impossible to just walk away! This year we made two double batches of strawberry jam, countless containers of "ice cream berries," and four pies. Enjoy the pictures.

Happy 4th of July!