Being surrounded with children 24/7 I’m privileged to hear profound statements on an almost ongoing basis. I told my kids last night that I was going to start reading them CAN OF WORMS by Kathy Mackel. If you’re not familiar with the story, Disney made a movie from the book (Kathy wrote the screenplay) and it’s about a guy going

What a beautiful smile Can I stay for awhile? On this beautiful night We’ll make everything right Do you know that song by The Afters? That’s the chorus and I’ve been singing it all day. And of course, you can’t help but smile while you’re singing the words or humming the tune. Can’t help but dance around while it plays

I wish I knew what sort of vitamins I took or what food combination I ate today that put me in such a great mood. I feel wonderful–both physically and spiritually. I’m energetic and though I didn’t accomplish all that much, honestly, I’m brimming with joy. Okay, so it must be God. In the midst of an incredible trial–one that

I’m excited that I’ve finally crossed that threshold in my story–the place where the story comes together and you no longer have to concern yourself with what happens next, but rather you’re just writing in response to all of the conflict that you’ve set up. Schew! Now if I can just carve out the time I need to complete this

I’ve been remiss in posting. And it’s not because I was procrastinating. It’s because I am a procrastinator! I recently heard that procrastinators tend to overestimate the amount of time it takes to do something. In addition, they bite off more than they can chew, then become overwhelmed and ultimately paralyzed. I’ve been in the paralyzed mode. That, because I

Wednesdays are always my busiest day, so I dread them anyway. But today, I had planned to print my Genesis proposal so that it has a chance to be delivered by the deadline. Of course, all writers know that when you must print something, Murphy’s Law kicks in. I’m sure you’re heard of that, right? A slice of buttered bread,