2019 has been a pretty good year, hasn't it? Don't get me wrong. There are few things I would have preferred to go differently, but all-in-all, this year has been full of blessings and happy times. In my writing life, my second book was released, I wrote a few others, and edited a couple more, not to mention signing another contract. Not too bad, right?
Now, we face the 20s. A whole new decade. It's exciting. A blank slate. Full of promise.
So, what can you expect from me this next year?
I'm scheduled to Skype with a book club in Texas in late February, and am pretty excited about that opportunity. I adore the thought of all those ladies reading my story together, and I love the fact that they want to include me in the discussion. If you're in a book club and would like to do something similar, reach out. I'll work you into my schedule!
Also in February, I'm participating in a multi-author giveaway, so be watching for more details on that.
In September, my third book will release. It's called Saving Grace, and I can't wait to hear how you like it. I'll be working on that through the year as my editor gets me changes to make.
I've got a manuscript I've been editing and hope to start submitting to publishers soon so we can try and get it published, too. It's called Writing to Home, and is an old-fashioned romance where they fall in love through sending letters. It's the one my Facebook fans decided sounded like the one you'd prefer to read next, so I'm trying to please!
I have plans to edit at least one more book, if not two, this year, as well as hopefully writing the other two books in my roadtrip romance series that I started last year. I love this momentum that I've been building and definitely don't want to let things slow down.
I'm sure I'll add more as the year progresses, but that's what's on the schedule for now. After all, I have to squeeze in being a wife and mom, Bible class teacher, preschool teacher, and several other things, too. ;-)
I look forward to sharing my progress as we go. What's on your agenda for 2020? Anything exciting?

       “Well, look at that.” Chad stood at the front window early the next afternoon.
     ​Presents had been opened that morning, and Jessica hadn’t noticed anything that would have caused Chad and Aunt Ruth to have such mischievous looks about them yesterday afternoon. She’d tried to settle in and simply enjoy the day with her family, but the sense of something not quite right still hung about her shoulders and clung tight. She rubbed her upper arms as she moved to stand next to Chad and look outside.
     Gentle white flakes drifted from the sky. Already the grass was more white than brown. Her breath fogged the glass as she let out a breath of wonder. Snow on Christmas.
     “Think it will last long?” Brittney looked through the other window.
     “Probably not. This is Arkansas, after all. We almost never get a white Christmas.” Her dad peered over their shoulders.
     “Humbug to you, too, Daddy.” Jessica smiled and took in the wonder of the fluffy crystals swirling in the breeze. “It’s so beautiful.”
     “Let’s go walk in it.” Chad tugged at her hand.
     “Walk in it? It’s going to be so cold.” She resisted only for a second. After living in central Texas for several years, she yearned for weather like this every now and then. There was nothing more magical.      “Maybe we can borrow scarves and gloves from Aunt Ruth.”
     It only took ten minutes to find enough cold weather gear to satisfy Jessica. Then, out they headed into the winter wonderland. The bit of accumulation crunched under their shoes as they walked down the driveway. Chad clasped her mitten-ensconced hand and swung their arms between them. She giggled as she stuck out her tongue to try and catch a flake. Nothing like snow could bring out the inner child quite so quickly.
     Without discussing a direction, they both turned and meandered toward the park down the street. Chad dusted off one of the swings and motioned with a bow for her to sit. She lifted her legs as he gave her a gentle push, sending her flying through the swirling precipitation.
     “This year has been so different than last year.”
     “If I remember correctly, we ended up here on Christmas night last year, too, though.” Chad laughed.
     “And you gave me my necklace.” She glanced over her shoulder with a grin. “And told me you didn’t want anything from me.”
     He reached out and caught her swing to slow down her momentum. “And I still feel exactly the same way, though I do love that pocket knife you had under the tree.”
     “I’m glad you like it. It took forever to decide on the perfect gift.” She stood and snuggled into his arms.
     “Jessica?”
     “Hm?” She didn’t want to move away from his warmth.
     “I have a question for you.”
     “Okay.” She back away just enough to be able to look up into his blue eyes.
     He loosened his hold and got down on one knee.
     She gasped and swallowed hard. Everything from the weekend suddenly seemed to make more sense.
     “I’m going to need to take this off for a minute.” He tugged at the mitten she’d insisted on wearing.
She nodded.
     ​“This ring.” He held up a diamond that looked familiar, though she couldn’t remember why. “When Uncle Andy gave this ring to your aunt, he meant it as a promise of a lifetime of love. Their story didn’t get the finish they wanted. Aunt Ruth said it’s time this piece of jewelry has a happy ending. Will you let me promise to love you forever and help me give this ring the story it deserves?”
She nodded, fighting the lump in her throat. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
     He slipped the cold metal on her finger and then pressed a kiss to her hand. She tugged him up, needing to be in his arms, to feel him and know this wasn’t simply some magical fantasy playing out in the unexpected winter wonderland. As his lips found hers and he swung her around with a “whoop” that was sure to be heard all the way back to Aunt Ruth’s house, she couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up.
     “This is why you and Aunt Ruth have been acting so sketchy since we arrived, isn’t it?” She poked him in the chest as he set her back down.
     "Aren’t you glad you didn’t walk in a minute sooner and ruin the surprise yesterday?”
     She backed up and put her hands on her hips. “Wait. When you answered my question yesterday about who I was marrying, you knew you were going to do this?”
     “I can’t wait to see you in that dress.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
     She shook her head, bent down and scooped up some of the wet snow. “Right now, I think you need to be the one wearing white.”
     He yelped as her snowball slammed into the side of his head. “Hey! This was supposed to be romantic.”
     “It was. And now I get to get back at you for making me worry the last few days.” She threw another missile.
     “Oh, this is war.” He knelt down to get his own weapons.
     “Bring it on!”
     “We want to play, too.” Brittney and Trevor came walking up. “And Mom says hurry back because she wants to see the ring on your finger.”
     “She knew, too?” Jessica threw a ball at her sister. “I’m declaring war on everyone!”
     “I think she can take it.” Brittney’s snowball caught her in the shoulder.
     They tossed the wet projectiles at each other all the way back down the street. On the porch, right before joining the others inside, Chad stopped Jessica, pulling her into his arms.
      “You know, a year ago, we shared our first kiss here.”
     “Here’s to many more.” She pressed a quick one to his lips and then slipped inside to find her parents.
     “That wasn’t nearly long enough.” Chad complained as he slipped from his jacket.
     “We’ve got a lifetime to do that.” She smiled and admired the ring once more. “But right now, I want to go rummage around in the attic and find my Grandma’s wedding dress.”
     “That’s the perfect way to have a white Christmas.” Her mom came up behind and hugged her. “Ruth is already up there. Let’s go.”
     Time to start planning her happily ever after.

     ​Where was that boy? Chad wasn’t in the living room with Dad, Brittney and Trevor. He wasn’t in the dining room. His car was still in the drive. She wandered closer to the kitchen, pausing as she heard the murmur of voices. One sounded like Aunt Ruth. Surely, he wouldn’t be in there with her.
     She pushed against the door and a flurry of movement on the other side made her flinch back once more before trying again. Aunt Ruth and Chad both stood on opposite sides of the room, slightly guilty expressions on their faces. Jessica glanced between the two of them, completely perplexed. This day continued to grow stranger the longer it went on.
     “Hey.” She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. “What’s going on?”
     “Your aunt was just showing me something for later.” Chad’s grin looked forced.
     “Later? Like a present? Because we don’t usually open gifts until tomorrow.”
     “Did you see the forecast for tomorrow?” Aunt Ruth opened the fridge and started digging around.           “They say we might actually get a white Christmas this year.”
     That was a random subject change. Jessica studied Chad once more, but he wouldn’t meet her eyes. Something was definitely going on.
     “Snow, huh?” Jessica tapped her foot. “Do we need to run and get some salt for your porch steps and driveway?”
     “Oh, no, honey. It’s not like we’re planning to go anywhere tomorrow.” Ruth straightened, setting a ham on the counter. “We can just hunker down and enjoy the time together.”
     Jessica pursed her lips, but it looked like no one was going to ‘fess up. “Okay, then. Mom said she’ll be in from the porch in a few minutes. She was looking through old family photos.”
     “Which album?” Ruth glanced around.
     ​“The one with Grandma’s wedding photos. I didn’t realize she had such a pretty dress.”
     Ruth let loose a rare smile. “I used to dream of getting married in that dress. I think it’s still up in the attic somewhere.”
     “That’s what Mom said, too.”
     “Maybe one of you girls can use it instead. Assuming it’s still in any kind of good condition.” Ruth dug some potatoes from the cabinet.
     “I bet Jessica will look great in whatever she chooses to get married in.” Chad’s voice held all the warmth of his grin. She had forgotten he was there.
     “And just who am I supposed to be marrying?” Jessica lifted an eyebrow.
     “I guess we’ll have to wait and see.” He winked. “I’m going to go check out what your Dad and Brittney are up to. I’ll only be in the way in here.”
     Not the answer she had been expecting. Not that she knew exactly what he was supposed to say to that question. After all, they’d been dating for almost a year and a half, but only mentioned the future every now and then, and never with any surety. But wasn’t it strange for a boyfriend to not suppose himself to be the groom?

     “Brittney thinks Dad is being too hard on Trevor.” Jessica brought some cookies onto the sun porch where her mom was looking through a picture album.
     “Oh really?” Her mom looked up and patted the seat beside her.
     “Evidently, Dad was questioning him about everything.” Jessica grinned. “Brittney wishes they were like Chad and me.”
     “Oh man.” Her mom leaned back and shook her head. “I don’t think she knows what she’s wishing for.”
     “Right?”
     “What your dad is doing to Trevor is nothing compared to the hurdles you and Chad overcame last year.” With a sigh, her mom reached over and squeezed Jessica’s hand. “But after that, your relationship has been so strong. I’m proud of you for not only making it through that intact, but also getting to the root of the problem. We might not be here having this peaceful holiday otherwise.”
     “I’m not sure it’s truly peaceful, though.” Jessica leaned forward with her elbows on her knees. “There’s this undercurrent I keep picking up on. I thought Aunt Ruth was doing much better, but now I’m not so sure.”
     A frown creased her mom’s forehead. “Do you think it’s related to what happened last year? Or could it be something else?”
     “I honestly don’t know. Chad told me not to worry about it.”
     “He’s probably right.” Her mom looked around. “Where is he? You two are usually no farther than a stone’s throw from each other.”
     “I’m not sure, actually. I saw you out here and thought I’d bring some treats before they were all eaten, but he didn’t follow me. Maybe he got to talking to Trevor or something.” She pushed to her feet. “Enjoy your cookies.”
     “Thanks, Sweetie.” Her mom patted the old album. “I’ll be in to help get dinner started soon, but I got caught up looking at these old photos.”
     “Is that you?” Jessica leaned over to look more closely at a picture of a bride.
     “No. That’s my mom.”
     “Her dress was gorgeous.” Jessica traced the outline of the lace gown with her finger.
     “Yes. I think it might still be stored away in the attic somewhere. No telling what kind of shape it’s in after all these years.”
     “It’s so pretty. Almost exactly what I would want for my own.”
     “Well, maybe we can dig it out when it’s time to think about things like that.” Her mom squeezed her hand.
     ​“Maybe.” Jessica stood once more. “Who knows when that will be.”

​Come back tomorrow for day four! And if this has made you want to check out these characters in their original setting, you can find that story here.

Thanks for stopping by. This is day two of my Christmas gift to you this year. It's a short story based on characters from my book, An Unexpected Legacy.​ If you missed day one, you can go catch up here.

     ​“Ugh.” Jessica’s sister, Brittney stormed up to the kitchen counter, jerked a gingerbread boy from the plate, and bit his head off. “Why did I think it was a good idea to invite Trevor to family Christmas?”
     “She sounds like you.” Chad smirked at Jessica from where he sipped coffee at the table.
     “Oh, please.” Brittney rolled her eyes. “I don’t remember Dad giving you the whole ‘how dare you date my daughter?’ routine last year. He must have asked Trev at least forty questions since lunch.”
     “I’m sure Chad’s answered a few questions, too. And I know I had to answer some questions for his family when I first met them. That’s just the way life works. Dads want to protect their children.” Jessica added a few more sprinkles to the Santa she was decorating.
     “’What made you decide to get that tattoo? What was it about my daughter that made you want to date her? What are your life plans for the next twenty years?’” Brittney mimicked their dad’s voice and then ripped off the legs of her cookie.
     “Really? Only twenty?” Jessica teased.
     “You guys have it so lucky.” Brittney flopped into the chair beside Chad. “He’s not the new boyfriend anymore. And I really don’t remember him having to go through everything they’re submitting Trevor to. Seemed like everyone was all huggy when we parted last year.”
     Jessica exchanged a look with Chad that told her he remembered things much differently, too. “I think you were too wrapped up in being on break and keeping Trevor a secret to remember things correctly.”
     “Well, either way. I wish we could move past this and get to where you’re at. Why can’t they just accept Trevor the way he is?” Brittney’s voice hovered near a whine, as if she were younger than her almost twenty years.
     “Dad didn’t ask you about your tattoos, did he?” Jessica set the plate of decorated cookies on the table and winked at Chad.
     “No. He was too busy wondering about my piercings. We never got to tattoos.” Chad selected a reindeer with chocolate chip eyes.
     “Ha, ha. Very funny.” Brittney crossed her arms. “I get it. I didn’t pick someone who looked the same as everyone else in the family.”
     “Britt, there you are.” Trevor came in and slid into the chair on the far side of the table. “I thought you were coming back.”
     “Sorry. I couldn’t take it anymore, seeing Dad treat you that way.” She pushed the treats toward her boyfriend.
     Jessica laughed. “And so you just left him there by himself?”
     Brittney covered her face with her hands. “Don’t mess with me. I’m stressed out.”
     “It’s okay, Brittney. My dad did the same thing when my sister brought her boyfriend home a few years ago.” Trevor bit into a bell-shaped cookie.
     “Well, I still don’t like it. Dad needs to go back and pick on Chad some more.”
     ​“Hey now.” Chad held his hands up in the air. “I served my time. I’m very happy to be in the background for now.”
     Jessica frowned. What did that mean? He wanted to be front and center again soon?
     Before she could ask, her dad came in, sniffing the air. “Cookies?”
     Chad held up the plate. “Come on over. We were just talking about tattoos.”
     ​If looks could kill, Jessica would be down a boyfriend once more. Brittney’s glare was razor-sharp as she narrowed her eyes at Chad. Trevor just snickered and Jessica hid her laughter by turning to get her dad a cup of coffee, too.

Several readers have requested I write a sequel to my book, An Unexpected Legacy. Well, I don't have enough ideas for a whole 'nother book, but I thought it might be fun to gift you a short story set a year later with the same characters. I warn you, though, that this story does sort of give away how the book ends. ;-)
I will be posting one bit of the story each day this week so be sure to stop back by and read the rest.
And, ever since writing this, I've had this image in my head of what the glider on Aunt Ruth's front porch looked like. When I saw this picture over on Sarah Orsborn's blog, here, I asked if I could borrow the photo since it matched my imaginings so well. She agreed, and now you can see an image of what I imagine Aunt Ruth's front porch looks a bit like.

     ​“Maybe bringing you wasn’t such a good idea.” Jessica tugged Chad out the front door of Aunt Ruth’s house and into the old metal glider the morning of Christmas eve. She zipped up her puffer vest against the fifty-degree chill.
     “What are you talking about? I thought we agreed we didn’t want to spend Christmas apart.” He pulled her to his side, his arm around her shoulders.
     She snuggled into the warmth. “I know. But have you seen the way she’s been acting?”
     “I guess not because I don’t know what you mean.” He glanced at something over her shoulder, but by the time she looked back at the window, there was nothing to see but curtains.
     ​“What was that?”
     “What?”
     “Chad!”
     “There’s nothing there. Must have been a reflection or something.” He squeezed her bicep. “Now tell me what you think you’re seeing Aunt Ruth do.”
     “I’m not even sure.” She rubbed a circle on her temples. “She’s casting you sideways glances and ... it’s almost like she’s trying to meet your eyes but not at the same time. I don’t understand. I thought she was over her vendetta against your family, but now I’m beginning to wonder if she’s gone back to her old ways. I mean, it’s been a year since she really saw you. And I know she’s going to counseling, but maybe it’s not working?”
     “I think you’re looking for things to see.” He pressed a kiss to her hair. “But you’re worrying for no reason. She’s been nothing but kind to me since we got here two days ago.”
     “Really?” She looked up to make sure he was being serious.
     “Really, truly.” With one finger, he drew an x on his chest. “Promise.”
     “I know it’s not ideal. I mean, that couch has never been the most comfortable—”
     “Jess, I promise. There’s no other person I’d rather spend the holidays with than you. Your family is great. And besides, I can’t escape to my grandfather’s house this year. Remember? We finally had the estate sale and that place is empty and almost sold.”
     “So, you do want to escape!” She poked him in the shoulder.
     “No!” A look of exasperation crossed his face. “I told you—”
     “I know. I’m teasing.” She leaned up and dropped a quick kiss on his lips. “I’m glad you’re here, too. I’ll try not to be so skittish.”
     “Thank you.”
     Yet, she couldn't quite shake the unsettled feeling gurgling in her stomach. Was there really something wrong or was she simply paranoid after the previous year?

Come back tomorrow for day two! And if this has made you want to check out these characters in their original setting, you can find that story here.

If you've been following along on my facebook page through the last month, you know I finished Nanowrimo with a higher word count than ever before for me. My next highest is around 67500, but this year, I passed 75,000 words in less than 30 days. I honestly wasn't sure I was going to make it. After all, I was working again, have two rambunctious kids, and wondered at times if I'd given my plot enough substance to need that many pages. Instead, the more I wrote, the more I discovered that these characters had depths and backstory that needed exploring and that took time. I also wrote this one from two different perspectives (his and hers) so that added some to it, as well. My dream for this novel would be to have Hallmark snatch it up down the road. Feel free to pray for something amazing like that to happen. Until then, it's going to rest a while before I start editing. I like to let it simmer on the back burner so that the next time I look at it, my eyes are fresh, and I can catch more mistakes. And this being written so quickly, I'm sure there's plenty.
Thanks to all of you who have supported me through this process. I look forward to the day when I can tell you it's available for buying, because I think you're going to love it. Want to know more about it before then? I made a pinterest board for it that you can get to by clicking here. It's full of recipes, decorating ideas, game instructions, tidbits about Waco, TX, where it's set, and more. I enjoyed pulling out all the different features to include, and I hope it blesses you somehow, too. Some of those recipes look really yummy.

You guys have probably heard me say multiple times that I believe we live in a very small world. Well, here is proof again. My father-in-law contacted me recently with news that one of his friend's daughter's had just published her second book. I looked her up and discovered Abby, a sweet girl who actually lives not too far from me. So, of course, I contacted her and asked her to be my December interview. And hopefully we'll get to meet in real life soon instead of just chatting online. She writes YA Fantasy that sounds amazing, so I hope you'll check her out.
Without further ado, let's get to know Abby Rosser a little better.

Have you always wanted to be an author, or is that something that came later in life?

 Somewhere deep inside I suppose I always wanted to be an author. I have an ongoing battle inside me--the practical vs. the dreamer. The practical won out and I majored in Elementary education so that I could be a teacher. I remember being given the assignment to write a book in my children's lit class. It was hands-down my favorite assignment in college! I don't regret my degree, but I do wish I'd had a few creative writing classes. It was "on the job training" when I wrote, edited, and re-edited my first novel. Or maybe that's the best way to write fiction, without knowing all the "rules"?

The more I write, the more I discover rules are made to be broken!
I love your mantra, “If a brown-haired, brown-eyed middle child of average height and intelligence living in the exact geographic center of Middle Tennessee has a story inside of her, then no one is too boring.” Are your characters a lot like you describe yourself in your mantra? Do you find that shapes your writing world?

 Definitely. I want my stories--even the ones that involve magic and powers and spells--to seem real and attainable. Especially with my middle grade series, I want kids to read the character Dooley and see a bit of themselves. When Dooley tells his friend, "I’m so average I might as well be invisible. There’s just nothing special about me,” I hope that kids who feel like they don't have anything to offer will keep reading and see that Dooley actually has a very important, unique gift.

That is such a great message. I'm so glad writers are sharing such uplifting thoughts. 
Can you tell us a little bit about the world your books are set in? From the covers, they look like a lot of fun.

 In BELIEVE, we meet Dooley, a 12-year old boy who has just moved to Peacock Valley, MN. At first, the setting is boringly normal--minivans, bologna sandwiches, a mom who can't find her keys--then Dooley sees an unusual-looking creature in the field in front of his house. This realization, plus the entrance of Dooley's eccentric neighbors, the Mulligan family, transfer the story from mundane to magical. I love the cover design for this series and the visual of the silhouettes of Dooley and Cyrano approaching an exciting and scary new adventure. It's like they're mid-step, trying to decide if they should enter that magical tree (BELIEVE) or go to Camp Pukwudgee (HOPE). It's that breath of a second when we have to take a leap of faith.

That makes me want to read your books even more. But, why fantasy? Can you ever picture yourself writing something outside of that genre?

 My first novel, OH TO GRACE, is historical fiction. It's a family drama set in a fictional Tennessee town in the 1930's. Being my first one and the one I wrote without having any idea what I was doing, it's my baby--my baby born after a long and arduous labor! I also have a memoir about the adoption process of our son called WAITING FOR EZRA. My friend Shannon Watson helped me write a children's book about the first time Ezra saw snow. It's called HAPPY SNOW DAY. My Dooley Creed series came next. BELIEVE, HOPE and REMEMBER (coming out January 2020). I also write a column for our local newspaper, The Daily News Journal. Overall, I prefer writing fiction, but I feel like I learn a little more about myself and how to better love others each time I write what's on my heart. 

Wow! That's amazing.
I always get asked as a writer how I balance motherhood and writing. Any insight to share on that? How do you make it work in your house?

My four kids are all in school, which helps with me managing my time. Last summer, while I was writing REMEMBER, I kept a pretty tight writing schedule, pushing myself to write 500 words a day, 5 days a week. I'm in-between projects right now, so my schedule is much more flexible. The main advice I would give is to set goals but give yourself grace. It's not like you're building something brick-by-brick. It's creative and corrective. Sometimes I can get pages written in my head better on a walk than writing them on the computer at my desk. I have to talk things out and make notes and spend hours just naming a character, and that's okay.

I'm so looking forward to having my kids in school in a few years. That sounds great.
One last question I ask all my authors: Can you tell us something about yourself that very few people know?

My husband and I were on House Hunters more than a decade ago. We're still in the house we chose!

What!? That's so crazy and neat! Okay, I'm in total awe. Thanks for stopping by and chatting with us.

Want to know more about Abby and her books? Keep reading.

Abby Rosser
 
I have lived in Murfreesboro, Tennessee for 15 years. (Fun Fact: Within our city, you can find the exact geographic center of the state of Tennessee.) I’ve been married to my husband Brent since 1997. We have 4 kids—twin daughters Ella and Lucy who are high school senior years (yikes!), 14-year old son Knox and 8-year old son Ezra. I formerly taught kindergarten, and though I’ve left the classroom in the official sense, I still spend a lot of time around young kids, mostly in our church preschool Sunday school program. I love the simplicity of a 4-year old’s enthusiasm and the way that they look at the world.
 
Much to my surprise considering I had never really pursued creative writing before, I published my first novel, Oh to Grace, in 2013. (I had started writing it 6 or so years before that, but that was when I was offered a chance to have it published.) I self-published a children’s book with my friend and illustrator Shannon Watson about the first time my African-born son saw snow. It’s called Happy Snow Day. I also self-published a memoir about the process of bringing Ezra home to our family called Waiting for Ezra.
 
In 2018, WordCrafts Press published Believe. It’s the first in a series of middle grade fiction about a 12-year old boy named Dooley. Dooley realizes that he has a special power after moving in next door to a house full of kids with powers. (These are not your usual magical powers. For instance, Dooley’s best friend Cyrano has olfa-voyance, the power to smell the future.) Dooley has to learn to believe in himself as he and his friends battle a vengeful Valkyrie who has cursed an ancient Viking family.
 
In Hope, the sequel to Believe, Dooley attends a camp for magically gifted kids. He (and the reader) meets a lot of fellow campers and counselors who have other new and unusual powers. He encounters a girl named Jenny who’s been stuck in a ghost-like state for years, and Dooley must help her find hope in her hopeless situation.
 
In Remember, the third installment in this series which is set to be released in January 2020, Dooley is heading to 7th grade at a new school.
 
I’ve been writing a blog since 2011 (abbyrosser.com) and since 2015, I’ve been a weekly contributor to our local newspaper, The Daily News Journal.
 
I am thrilled to be able to share my books with readers, but more than anything, I’ve been encouraged to find and cultivate my own voice in writing both fiction and non-fiction. I try to pattern my life decisions after Jesus Christ and I pray this shows through my writing.
 
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