I think I'm actually going to have to share this blog now.

My absence from this blog is mostly due to the fact that my kids tend to consume my days and nights. I am not complaining, I want these little distractions. I love them. :) I do, however, have to find more time to get back to this blog, and to even possibly put myself out there now...because...
I MAY BE GETTING A BOOK DEAL. Whew. Can't believe it's true. Here is a brief update on my life of writing right now....
As you know from the last blog post that was written FOREVER ago, I finished my book. I did start querying agents. I had a lot of rejection. Something kept me going though...
Over a month ago I decided to write to some small publishing companies that were accepting unsolicited manuscripts from authors. Last week, an email came to me from one of the publishers. It wasn't a rejection. It was a request for a phone conversation. Next day, spoke on the phone with someone from this company for almost an hour. The result of the phone call? THEY ARE SENDING ME A CONTRACT THIS UPCOMING WEEK. I'll be having a lawyer look over everything...and if all is well, I will sign!!
I want to give more details, but I also want to wait until the contract is here. I promise this time not to take as long to update.
I have to get back to a messy house and four kids that need me. I just want to say this last thing today....
I do not think it is a coincidence that I was enrolled in the brown scapular recently, have been praying a daily rosary and now I may possibly have the dream I've dreamed since I was a little girl come true. Thank you Jesus and Mary, I hope to glorify you in every thing that I do.

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A love story

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