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Words of Welcome Transforming Neighborhoods

This week's post is dedicated to Pigasister Victoria's husband Austin! This winter, Austin used one simple sentence (in three languages) to give his entire neighborhood a makeover, and the message of welcome is spreading all over the capital city area--and communities elsewhere in the United States.


Austin and another member of our church, Mary Elaine, have teamed up to get hundreds of these signs printed, and they are selling them at the church during coffee hour. Already, we've heard many stories of people jogging or walking in the neighborhood, turning a corner, and seeing rows of these colorful signs speaking words of welcome to them in their language of origin and moving them to tears. These signs are crossing political divides, uniting political conservatives and liberals who wish to break the silence on our shared support for our local refugees and college town immigrants who contribute so much to our lives and our cities--and who are simply human beings worthy of l…

#AmTripping on Fever, Dextrowhatever, and Virtual... Trips

I was going to send query letters this week, but fortunately I was stricken by an outrageous case of the influenza. (Yes, I got a flu shot. No, I don't take whatever magic supplements you sell. Get off my lawn.) I say "fortunately" because I have awoken several times, drenched in sweat, confused and frightened and suddenly aware of a continuity error in one of my book chapters that needs to be fixed before I send it out. I've been writing them down so I can check them in my lucid moments, and these realizations are true. Apparently my subconscious mind works better when I'm unconscious and crazeballs. So, silver lining.

On an unrelated note, this is my family, dressed the way they like to appear when they sneak up on me in the dark.


I've been passing most of my time in bed, watching YouTube travelogues and documentaries about archaeological sites. I notice the people who make these things apparently do not watch other people's documentaries or travelogues…

#AmWriting a New Summary for a Revised Grove of Thorismud

The Grove of Thorismud has been rerewitten and revised a couple of times--stripped of 6,000 unnecessary words and filled out again with clearer character motivations and inner journeys, thanks to a good deal of beta help from my Pigasister Christina Mitchell.

Next, I wrote a new book summary for a new round of query letters. I've drafted up the following, which I am running by members of my writers' association while I decide which agents to contact:

Rosemary is an insomniac teen with a cutting habit who accidentally ends her mother’s reign of peace by setting off a hundred-year sleeping curse. She awakens to find that the next ruling dynasty of her small forest kingdom has also fallen, and the valley has been invaded by eaters of human flesh. 

Two aspiring heroes converge upon the valley to take the throne: Johann Farmer and Bellynda, a nomadic wolf huntress. Bellynda wins the race to power by freeing the crown prince Gustav from a spell that had transformed him into a bea…

#AmWatching Victoria on Masterpiece

"I'm too sexy for this mustache." My husband and I uttered these words at the same after I told him I had watched the first three episodes of Victoria on Masterpiece, and he had asked me what the Prince Albert character looked like.

Yes, exactly! It's one of those miniseries with a great and glorious attention paid to accurate historical details, except that everyone is super hot (inspiring several maybe-fabricated dramatic conundrums along the lines of "this person is devastatingly gorgeous, but is he/she right for me?" Hotness drives the plot a little heavily). Not that the young Victoria and Albert weren't attractive people in real life, but, you know, Americans like all their actors to be ridiculously good-looking. Me, I prefer foreign films populated by weird-looking or homely people who manage to elicit strong emotions--including physical attraction--by more interesting means than looking Insta-ready, but nevertheless, I don't mind sexy Albert…