I've escaped from the rat race, even though my co-workers are all lovely and look nothing like rodents, for one more day.
Today is pretty much my last day with nothing to do but write, and paint. I managed to be pretty productive last week. Not only did I paint several rooms, but one of the things I wrote and submitted tied for second place, runner up, whatever you'd like to call it. You can see it tomorrow, August 22, 2006 if you click this link.www.charisconnection.blogspot.com . If you go today, you can see Karen Robbins winning entry.
I'm not going to lie. I'm pretty jazzed about sharing the honor with Michael Snyder. I'm also still tingling from hyperventilating over the fact that four top Christian novelists actually chose my entry. Congratulations Karen and Michael.
I've come a long way from my stumble into Christian writing and contests two years ago.
I'd like to publicly thank all the excellent people who are a tremendous help to those who don't have a clue. I've learned so much, and still have much to learn.
My critique group - The Penwrights - are beyond wonderful. I've grown from conferences I've attended, and many loops.
I've bled, wept and even despaired, let me tell you, but once all the beatings stop - the healing process feels so good.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.