Lord, make me a blessing to someone today
Publishing is, by its nature, about deadlines, and deadlines are toxic.
Let me say that I absolutely loved writing 'A Common Life,' because it was a book about love.
When the trees and the power lines crashed around you, when the very roof gave way above you, when the light turned to darkness and water turned to dust, did you call on Him? When you called on Him, was He somewhere up there, or was He as near as your very breath?
I live in a village where people still care about each other, largely.
For a very long time, I wrote a book a year, and was eager and willing to do it, to put bread on the table, to have my work out there. Now I must write a book every two years, and that's never enough time, either.