Tuesday, September 25, 2007

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I am absolutely ashamed for not having kept up with this blog. So sorry to those of you who check in on it once in a while only to discover NOTHING NEW! One of my reasons for my lack of posting is that I'm very involved over at Shoutlife, and I maintain an active blog there. But if you're not a member there, then you don't reap the benefits of seeing what's happening in my little corner of the world. So, I promise I am going to get better! IF by any chance you do read this blog on occasion, will you let me know by way of a teeny-tiny response to this post, so I'll know if I am reaching anyone out there in blog world? Thanks, dear friends.

Anyway...onto the title of today's post!

I attended the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) convention in Dallas this past weekend. It was incredibly beneficial to me as a writer, but I will admit I missed my hubby. After 32 years of marriage is that pathetic or what? One would think a little separation would do us both good, right? I'm not a total baby. I mean we have spent many a weekend apart over the years for various reasons, but I'm always so happy to see him again.

At any rate, please indulge me as I share a sweet little story with you--and one that will demonstrate to you one of the many reasons why I write romance!

On Saturday, as I was leaving the hotel ballroom after lunch to go up to my room to freshen up for the book-signing event I was to participate in, my phone rang. I searched through my purse and finally laid hold of it. It was my sweet hubby, Cecil. (For those who may be reading this and don't know, we live in Michigan.)

I asked him if he'd played golf that morning. He said he'd decided to play on Friday instead.

I asked him what his plans for the day were, and he said, "Oh, just hanging out."

Then he asked what I was doing. I told him I was heading up to my room to freshen up.

He said, "How come? You look nice already."

I giggled as I hurried toward the elevator and said, "Gee, thanks, sweetie!"

He said, "No, I'm serious. You look pretty in your pink dress."

I stopped dead in my tracks and looked down at my pink dress. Huh?

I made a frantic search of the hotel lobby and found my man standing on the other side, phone to his ear, conniving smile on his face.

Now, that, my precious friends (and family), is why I write romance! (grin)

Have a joyous week, and may God bless your socks off.

Love and big hugs,

P.S. Sarah, My Beloved, second in my series, hits shelves October 3 in case you're wondering.

P.S. again...Tomorrow I will post some pictures of the conference and Cecil and I decked out for the big gala event on Saturday night. Through Every Storm was named a finalist in the general fiction category for Book-of-the Year--but, of course, ir did not win. (TOUGH competition!) I am just humbled into itty-bitty shreds that some kind judges nominated it!!!!