I have a master’s degree. That means I stayed in school even longer than I had to because it really was THAT fun to be an English major. And while I adored all those hours spent wallowing in poetry and critiquing critiquers, I find that no amount of graduate education saves you from the learning curve. Life goes on moving, around you, beside you, through you, and there is always something more you need to know. Such as, for example, that your car won’t turn on if you don’t leave it in “park,” or that not all underdogs are worth rooting for, or that you can insert a picture into a blog post. See, up there? Right in the post. Learning how to do this small thing made me happy because although I love words, I still secretly believe that pictures are more powerful. Sometimes.
I just had the thrilling and satisfying experience of seeing my first novel, Letters to Saint Lydia, appear in Conciliar Press’s 2010 Catalog, newly released on their website at http://www.conciliarpress.com/media/assets/2010_CP_Catalog.pdf on page 9.
There is it, a gorgeous cover (thank you again, Stephanie and Alexandra!), a great plot summary, even an ISBN! From the start, this book-writing experience has had a fairy-tale quality about it. The story just came to me, the first publisher to read it accepted it, and all along my journey, people have appeared on my path at just the moment when I needed their special gifts. I love this fairy-tale feeling, and I am truly grateful for these gifts…but just the same, it is wonderful to see the book begin its journey out of my fairy tale and into the real-live world where it will find its real-live readers.
Glory to God for all things!!!
We went to the beach on a hot summer day. A beach just north of Seattle, on the first hot summer day we’ve had all year. Some other people in Seattle had the same idea at the same moment, and my friend, who got there first, called to tell me she would think happy thoughts for me on the chance that I would find anywhere at all to put my car. So there I was, driving along and preparing to stress as usual, when I thought, “I could pray for a parking space, couldn’t I?” So I did.
I got a parking space! A good parking space, in the very first row, right in the parking lot, the crowded beach-happy-spree parking lot that was about to host a farmer’s market.
And then, when I found my friend on her blanket under her beach umbrella, I told her about my parking space prayer, and she said, “I did that last night for the neighbor’s music. I prayed, ‘God please make it go away’ over and over, and it worked!”
We smiled at each other. Our two little prayers were answered.