Passing One Great Opportunity To Accept Another

Adventures.

Suspense.

Memories.

I can't get enough.

From Florida to Arizona to Alaska and now to Dallas. Imagine those geographical settings. Hot, cold, sunny, rainy, snowy, city, rural, and mountains. This has been the year for travel. Each trip a-mazing.

Today as I fly to Dallas, I'm hoping I've remember everything. I'm fidgety in my cramped airplane seat flipping pages of some book that I'm not really reading. My mind is like a hunted animal searching for a topic to hide in until the plane lands. I'm nervous. Not about flying.

I AM BURSTING WITH EXCITEMENT!

Some of you may know about the ACFW conference this week.

Because of a unique opportunity, I will not be attending the sessions, although I couldn't resist getting a ticket to attend the big gala on Saturday to visit with writing friends.

So what is the big news?

There is a K-12 school in Dallas that has invited me to be their speaker, volunteer, DEAR time reader, observer, get-to-know the students, for a whole week. I will be able to speak to the high school, junior high, and upper elementary classes. My job: help them to prepare for the national story writing contest. I will also read to the lower elementary and share basic mechanics of story writing with these little ones.

Talk about a dream trip!

I am a young adult suspense/mystery/adventure writer. These students are my main reading audience.

This is my first speaking gig with my reading audience.

I feel like a fledgling ready to soar out of the nest!

These are the two posters I am bringing with me to tell about my stories:

The first is a young adult suspense story, currently titled: Sifted Through Time. Inspired by my work with the homeless in various settings: Sixteen-year-old Liz didn't expect her parents to ever disappear. Neither did she expect to trust homeless girls for her survival.

This is a story of second chances. There is a saying "We have but one life." This implies we can't start over.

Because of the saving grace of Jesus Christ, we all have an opportunity to start over....if we believe.

The second is a picture book for 3-8 year olds. Inspired during my trip to Alaska, and memories of going to the zoo, Little Horned Puffin and other Pacific Sea creatures see how they can make the humans do silly things.

So, what do you think?

I'll be sharing updates soon. Both of my time with the students and the ACFW Gala.

I have added a place where you can sign up for my newsletter in the right column. News about the road to publication and giveaways. I currently plan to send the first issue November. A month of Thanksgiving. Take a minute and sign up. Thanks!!!

This post has been brought to you by the one word: So-excited-about-God's-blessings!

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