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  • For Judy and Ann …

    Before I dive into any book, I read the author’s dedication. Maybe you ignore it–flip right past it. That’s fine. But for me, it opens a window into the author’s heart. I love writing dedications, too. They’re the last thing I write, usually after at least a round or two of edits, and I think long and hard about who I’m going to dedicate that story to. Of course, my first book had about 70 names in it … mostly because I wasn’t sure I’d ever publish another book.

    My most recent novella in A Log Cabin Christmas Collection has these words:

    For Judy and Ann, first readers and faithful friends.
    Thank you for your encouragement, kindness, and example of joy.

    I’ve known Judy for years. Well … at least I knew of her. We’d gone to the same church since I was a kid, and her kids are about my age. But it wasn’t until I wrote my first book that we became real friends. When I asked my mom for feedback on the manuscript of The Kidnapping of Kenzie Thorn, she suggested I send it to Judy, a retired teacher. Judy graciously agreed to read the book, but I’m afraid her feedback was pretty minimal. It consisted mostly of “I love it!”

    By the time Kenzie arrived on bookshelves, Judy was my strongest supporter. She’d also been diagnosed with cancer. Again. I remember clearly on the day of my first booksigning at our church back in Yuma, that she handed me an envelope. She’d been in pain the night before and unable to sleep, so she’d stayed up on the computer and printed off every online review and mention she could find of me and my book. She’d also asked her brother-in-law to paint the cover of my book. It’s one of the most amazing gifts I’ve ever received.

    By the time my second book rolled around Judy and her mom Ann were full-fledged fans of my books. But I was just plain fans of theirs. They had embraced me and my family, given my mom a friend she desperately needed, and treated my nieces and nephews like their own family. Despite her frequent trips to San Diego to see her oncologist, Judy remained a fantastically upbeat and filled with joy.

    When it came time to write the dedication for my Christmas novella (a story that Judy and Ann had both read and approved), I wanted to show them just how much I cared and do what I could to reciprocate the love that they’ve shown me.

    And then the books arrived. So beautiful and with that inscription just for Judy and Ann. I begged my mom to take Judy a copy of the book as soon as it arrived. Mom asked if I wouldn’t rather wait to give it to her myself, but I said no. I wanted Judy to see it as soon as possible. Ann says that Judy showed that book to every single person who walked into her house in the next week.

    Less than two weeks later, Judy took a turn for the worse, and I didn’t get to see her again. She passed away last Monday.

    I’m so sad to have lost a friend, but I am so grateful to have known her and to know that we’ll meet again in eternity. She loved God dearly, and that love flowed to everyone she came in contact with. As I’ve reflected on our friendship this last week, I’m reminded of her amazing example. Despite her pain and prognosis, she lived with joy, a joy that overflowed, spilling on friends and strangers alike.

    And I’m so glad that I took the opportunity to say thank you to Judy before it was too late.

    Who do you need to say thank you to today?

    I fell off the face of blogging …

    I’m so sorry! I just fell off the face of the planet … wait. That’s not quite right. I was here. I was working and writing. I just wasn’t blogging, and I left you in the middle of our trip to Prince Edward Island. Shame on me!

    I’ve got loads of excuses, but instead of offering those, I thought I’d just dive right back in to the good stuff.

    We’ll return to our pictorial tour of PEI shortly, but today, I wanted to tell you a little story about two little videos. You see, it all started with this one, Marc Martel’s video audition for the Queen Extravaganza (a tribute tour to the music of Queen). This little video has been making the rounds on social media, and I caught wind of it last week via twitter.

    I was hooked.

    I’ve listened to it 2 or 3 … or 40 times. (And I’m not alone if the nearly 4 million views on YouTube are any indication.) If you’re not familiar with Queen’s music, I’ll just say that this dude sounds astonishingly like Freddie Mercury, the late lead singer.

    I was busy telling my boss about the video (we were working really hard at that moment, I’m sure) when my friend Mark Smeby stopped by the office and told me that Marc Martel of the Queen video is the same Marc Martel of the band downhere. Of course, I didn’t realize that the co-lead singer of downhere was named Marc, but I was sure familiar with their music. In fact, I’d linked to a video with one of their songs last Christmas. And I’ve had their album Ending is Beginning for ages. Just never really got around to getting into it.

    Thanks to the Queen Extravaganza, all of that changed over the last week. I dug back into my old iTunes account and discovered just how fantastic downhere’s stuff really is. May I offer exhibits A and B.

    But looking back wasn’t enough. I had to find out what they’ve been up to since that album. Turns out, they have a new one out called On the Altar of Love. And the first single off of that album is Let Me Rediscover You. Exhibit C.

    Whoa. Man, I needed to hear that. Ever feel like you hear a song that’s just echoing the cry of your heart? That’s me with this song. “Reveal to me the God I thought I knew.” Oof. Wow, I needed that this week. Hope you enjoyed it, too.

    And now I’m off to see if I can catch them on tour this fall.

    PEI – Part 3

    Tuesday, August 2

    We were on our own for breakfast at the cabin, so we enjoyed a banana and bagel that we’d picked up at the little grocery store in Rustico the night before. And then we stopped at a bakery that had just about the best cinnamon rolls ever! They were more like chunks of coffee cake deliciousness.

    After the stop, we headed over toward Avonlea Village–a stop that Mom and I failed to make last year.

    Hannah in front of the train station
    Hannah in front of the train station

    Walking through the train station and into Avonlea Village is like stepping back in time 100 years. The roads are lined with authentic turn of the century buildings including a manse (that’s the preacher’s home), school house, church, and general store. And mingling with the visitors are actors dressed in period costumes, playing the roles that we love from Anne’s books. Charlie Sloan was busy getting kicked out of the chocolate shop, Mr. Phillips marched around the school house getting his students in order, and even Anne and Diana roamed the streets.

    Mom and Hannah in front of the Avonlea one-room school house, which was once an actual school
    Mom and Hannah in front of the Avonlea one-room school house, which was once an actual school
    Behind the school was an artist creating an AMAZING sandcastle
    Behind the school was an artist creating an AMAZING sandcastle
    On the swing by the school
    On the swing by the school
    Across the street was a Avonlea Dressup, which we assumed was a dress shop
    Across the street was a Avonlea Dressup, which we assumed was a dress shop
    And it was ... sort of!
    And it was ... sort of!
    Hannah and I having high tea in our 1910 dresses
    Hannah and I having high tea in our 1910 dresses
    Mom and I waiting for the train
    Mom and I waiting for the train
    The stage on the back of the craft house
    The stage on the back of the craft house
    The show must go on! Anne's first day in school
    The show must go on! Anne's first day in school
    Anne, Diana, and Gilbert in the back ground
    Anne, Diana, and Gilbert in the back ground

    Around noon, we snuck into the back of the fishing shanty, where a quartet was busy entertaining a full house with songs of the Island.

    Main Street Avonlea
    Main Street Avonlea
    We spent a few minutes in the barn before boarding the 8-minute wagon ride
    We spent a few minutes in the barn before boarding the 8-minute wagon ride
    Hannah and Mom on the wagon ride
    Hannah and Mom on the wagon ride
    Near the end of the wagon ride, Gilbert and Moody jumped in the back of the wagon, shooting their slingshots
    Near the end of the wagon ride, Gilbert and Moody jumped in the back of the wagon, shooting their slingshots

     After a fantastic day at Avonlea Village, we drove through the National Park along the North Shore.

    Along the North Shore and the prettiest beaches on the Island
    Along the North Shore and the prettiest beaches on the Island

     

    This beach had large, red rocks, many more than the others
    This beach had large, red rocks, many more than the others

    Hannah said this beach was rocky … and decided to share with us a musical number from a rocky movie.
     

    I could stay on this beach for ages
    I could stay on this beach for ages
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    Love the way these jagged red cliffs jut out into the water
    We were there at high tide, so getting this far along the beach was a bit tricky
    We were there at high tide, so getting this far along the beach was a bit tricky
    Mom and Hannah--queens of the rock!
    Mom and Hannah--queens of the rock!

    PEI – Part 2

    Monday, August 1
    If every morning of our last trip to PEI started with the best breakfasts ever, this trip was off to a rocky start. First powdered eggs at the Holiday Inn, then some sort of mystery breakfast casserole at Serendipity. But the fresh fruit was enough to get us going for a day into the west side of the Island, an area Mom and I hadn’t been to last year. Our first stop was the Potato Museum.

    Nope. Not kidding. Potatoes are a huge part of the history of PEI, and the museum was full of interesting facts about how the potato crossed from Ireland to PEI. The museum also had some historic buildings including a one-room school house, a chapel, and an old telephone room, where the operators worked.

    The PEI Potato Museum
    The PEI Potato Museum
    Yes, that is a giant potato!
    Yes, that is a giant potato!
    The museum had plenty of historical pieces, including this iron lung
    The museum had plenty of historical pieces, including this iron lung
    Hannah, outside the school house
    Hannah, outside the school house
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    Inside the school house

    After the museum, we headed to the West Point Lighthouse and Museum, where we climbed 4 stories through a self-guided tour. The first lightkeeper lived there with his wife and 8 children! Whoa! That’s a whole lot of family in one little house. But it was beautiful.

    West Point Light House
    West Point Light House
    View from the beach
    View from the beach

    So was the beach next to it, where we wandered around and got thoroughly sandy and had to find a sink to rinse off in.

    Collecting shells on the beach
    Collecting shells on the beach
    Rinsing off at the picnic area
    Rinsing off at the picnic area

    After the lighthouse and beach, we headed off toward North Rustico, where we stayed in a little cabin for 2 nights.

    Love this little church that we passed on our way from West Point to North Rustico
    Love this little church that we passed on our way from West Point to North Rustico

    While it was a beautiful area, the cabin left a little something to be desired–the pull-out sofa bed was a bit rough, to say the least. And the creepy bugs that showed up in the most inopportune moments were enough to give anyone the jitters.

    Our biggest drama of the day turned out to be where we were going to go to dinner. We thought about trying a famous lobster dinner, except, when we got to the most popular restaurant, it was $35 for a dinner, and we just couldn’t talk ourselves into that, not knowing how we felt about lobster–seeing as how none of us had ever eaten it before. After a couple more failed attempts to find a reasonable place for dinner, we ended up at Jim’s–literally a side-of-the-road shack, where we ordered at a window. Mom ordered the seafood platter complete with lobster. So there it was, our first chance at lobster. Yuck! It was cold (apparently how many on the Island serve it) and oh, so fishy-tasting. I even tried a fried scallop. Like eating a piece of fried rubber. Not for me.

    After the dinner debacle, we took off for the Rustico boardwalk, a 2km walkway around the harbor with a view of the fishing village and docks. The perfect way to end the day.

    The Rustico boardwalk--2km of beauty
    The Rustico boardwalk--2km of beauty
    A view of Rustico across the harbor
    A view of Rustico across the harbor
    Another shot of the village from the boardwalk
    Another shot of the village from the boardwalk
    The lighthouse at the end of the boardwalk
    The lighthouse at the end of the boardwalk
    The jetty next to the lighthouse
    The jetty next to the lighthouse
    The North Rustico beach at sunset
    The North Rustico beach at sunset

    A Return to Prince Edward Island

    A year ago next week, I took my mom on a trip to Prince Edward Island, Canada, to celebrate the publication of my first and second books. Wow! We had a wonderful time. So good, in fact, that about 5 months ago, I suggested perhaps we should go back. I was working on a book idea set on PEI, and I was looking for an opportunity to do a little research. Mom was on board in a heartbeat, and we invited my sister Hannah to join us.

    Several weeks ago we took off for PEI and 6 wonderful days on the most beautiful island I’ve ever seen. I took over 300 pictures, and at least a few of them turned out. 🙂 So I thought I’d share with you a pictorial journal of our time on PEI.

    Saturday, July 30
    I flew out of Nashville at 6:25am. I knew I had a day mostly to myself, as I wasn’t meeting up with Mom and Hannah until I picked them up from the Charlottetown airport after midnight that night. So I brought with me one of the lesser-known books of PEI’s most celebrated author, LM Montgomery. My friends Rachel and Stephanie and Katie had been after me for years to read The Blue Castle, and I’d purchased it on PEI last summer. I’d just never gotten around to reading it. So I pulled it off my shelf and tucked it into my bag and read during my 3 hours at the Cinncinati airport and 6 hours at JFK. And I couldn’t put it down. It’s delightful! I highly recommend and can’t thank my friends enough for telling me to read it.

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    In fact, I enjoyed it so much that I was still reading it when I got to the Holiday Inn Express (the one with a big cardboard cutout of William and Kate, who had recently visited PEI) upon arriving on the Island. And I was still reading it when I went back to the airport to pick Mom and Hannah up. Their flight was delayed, so when they finally arrived at 1am, I was just looking forward to a good night’s sleep. I was going to need it if we were going to hit the ground running the next morning.

    Sunday, July 31
    We managed to drag ourselves out of bed in time to grab a bite of the continental breakfast (avoiding those powdered eggs at all costs) before getting gussied up for the first big event of our trip, Anne and Gilbert: The Musical! Mom and I enjoyed seeing this show so much last year, that we knew we had to go back and see it again.

    We traveled through the middle of the Island, along the main highway (which is still only 2 lanes), lined with pine trees  from Charlottetown toward Summerside. But we arrived early–that’s the thing when you can drive anywhere on the Island in 2 hours. So we took a little detour to view the Confederation Bridge, a 13km engineering marvel. It just disappears in the horizon.

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    Hannah and me in front of the Confederation Bridge
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    Seven Mile Church, where we stopped to take pictures of the bridge.
    Another view of the bridge
    Another view of the bridge

    On our way to the field Swamp Chestnut oak tree stole our hearts. As we drove toward Summerside, we passed this field. Unfortunately, the picture just doesn’t do the color justice. It was this brilliant yellow, and when we asked, we discovered it’s a Canola field–like the stuff that they make cooking oil out of. Weird. Beautiful.

    Canola field outside Summerside
    Canola field outside Summerside

    And then it was off to get some lunch at Spinnaker’s Landing at the Deckhouse Pub. Fish and Chips were delicious. So was the view of the harbour.

    Spinnaker's Landing next to the Harbourfront Theater
    Spinnaker’s Landing next to the Harbourfront Theater
    Sailboats in the harbour behind the pub
    Sailboats in the harbour behind the pub
    Another sail boat on the gray sea
    Another sailboat on the gray sea
    The Coast Guard station next door
    The Coast Guard station next door
    I should have been a sailor
    I should have been a sailor
    Love these boats all lined up and ready to hit the sea
    Love these boats all lined up and ready to hit the sea

    And then it was time to see the musical. Hannah wasn’t quite so sure what she’d gotten into … but I’ll tell you more about that later. We sat in the same seats as last year (row E) at the Harbourfront Theater. Anne was played by the same actress, but there was a new Gilbert. And he was GREAT! Here’s a video of one of the best songs in the show done by this summer’s cast. (You might have to turn your volume up, as it’s kind of quiet.)

    After the show, we checked in at our B&B in Bedeque–Serendipity. It was a lovely yellow house, and we stayed in the Victoria Suite–2 rooms with an adjoining door on the 2nd floor. Sadly, that meant we had to lug our stuff up to the 2nd floor. And my suitcase was not light. After settling in and grabbing a bite to eat, we headed for the nearby beach at Central Bedeque (pronounced kind of like be-deck), where we found all sorts of wildlife–little spider crabs and even a few washed up jellyfish. Let me just say that Hannah is fascinated by this stuff, so we spent quite a chunk of time picking up shells and poking dried up jellyfish. One of the most interesting things about the beach was the way the sand packed together in ripples. And then, of course, there was a gorgeous view of the bridge.

    We didn't quite make it out in kayaks, but that's on the itinerary for next trip
    We didn’t quite make it out in kayaks, but that’s on the itinerary for next trip
    Love those red beaches
    Love those red beaches
    Hannah on the rippled sand
    Hannah on the rippled sand
    As the sun begins to set
    As the sun begins to set
    Sillouette's in the setting sun
    Silhouettes in the setting sun

    A Star in the Night

    Over the last couple days, I’ve shared with you a bit about A Log Cabin Christmas and a bit about how I first learned about Carnton, one of the key locations in A Star in the Night. But I suppose the real question now is, what is A Star in the Night really about?

    Here’s a little synopsis just for you!

    In 1864 Tennessee Cora Sinclair lives relatively unaffected by the War Between the States until the Battle of Franklin leaves her to care for a wounded Union officer. Captain Jedediah Harrington just wants to get back to Washington and his role in the War Department, but his injury is more severe than he anticipated, and he’s forced to spend the month of December with Cora and her grandfather in their log cabin.

    As Jed begins to heal from his physical injuries, Cora realizes that serving at a field hospital following the battle has left unseen scars on her heart, and Jed is the only one who can help mend her spirit. As Christmas approaches, will love prevail despite Cora’s pain and Jed’s imminent return to Washington?

    So there you have it! Cora and Jed’s story hits stores in just a few more weeks with 8 other great books. The reviews haven’t really started coming in yet, but I did receive a sweet email from a reviewer who enjoyed it. And my sister said this is her favorite of all the books I’ve written. Maybe that’s just because it’s the shortest. 🙂

    Carnton & A Log Cabin Christmas

    Today I’m sharing even more of the story behind the story of A Star in the Night, my contribution to A Log Cabin Christmas Collection, releasing on September 1st from Barbour Publishing.

    Yesterday, we left off with my proposal completed. My agent sent it along to the editor at Barbour, and the waiting began. I waited every week for news. Hoping to get “the call.” That one that every author longs for. The one that every author dreams about.

    While I waited, I kept thinking about Jed and Cora, caught up in the aftermath of a battle that left a town permanently scarred. I kept wondering what it would be like to walk the grounds where thousands of soldiers had marched, so in August, nearly a month after I’d submitted my proposal, I made my mom join me for a tour of the old plantation and the grounds.

    The tour of the house was incredible. Here are a few pictures of the house, Confederate cemetery, and grounds.

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    Confession. I went back to Carnton in November of last year, and I got so lost up in imagining what it would be like to to have lived there, to have survived the war, that I nearly missed the last guided tour of the day. Oops! But wouldn’t you get lost in those enormous trees and open fields?

    The real history of Carnton is amazing, and Carrie McGavock, the mistress of the plantation, who opened her home to injured soldiers from both the North and the South, was an incredible woman. You can read all about the history of Carnton and the McGavock family here.

    And while this history sparked my imagination, A Star in the Night couldn’t be set on a plantation and fit in with the log cabin theme of the collection.

    So how did I get from Carnton to a cabin? We’ll talk about that tomorrow!

    Fireman Dad by Betsy St. Amant

    I’m so excited to share with you about a new book by my friend Betsy St. Amant. As you may recall, I’ve interviewed Betsy in the past and shared with you about some of her other books. Now available is her most recent, Fireman Dad.

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    Betsy continues her trend of sweet romances filled with relateable characters and unique situations. In this book widowed mother Marissa Hawthorne’s little boy wants to be like his new hero–firefighter Jacob Greene. But Marissa and her son lost too much to firefighting when her husband was killed in the line of duty. No matter how attractive Jacob might be, Marissa can’t afford to lose her heart to another fireman. And Jacob has to fight his own attraction to Marissa, as her father is her boss.

    Underlying all the romantic tension is a very real threat to Jacob’s job and his family, as the fire department has been downsized, and Jacob’s brother has lost his position. This adds a reality to the story, as so many cities are facing similar cutbacks. In fact, Betsy shares at the end of the book that her own husband was downsized by the fire department in their city a few years ago. And you can feel the depth of her understanding of this struggle throughout the book.

    This is a great read for anyone who knows and loves a fireman. A heartwarming tale of learning to trust God and allowing yourself to fall in love. You can pick it up at a Walmart near you or online here if you like. Thanks to Betsy for sending a review copy of her book. It’s always a pleasure to read her books.

    The book isn’t always better …

    This year, I challenged myself to read all 6 of Jane Austen’s books. How hard could it be? I have many friends who’ve read all of her books and loved them. And I’ve seen nearly every movie version of her books from Colin Firth’s Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice to JJ Fields as Henry Tilney. I’ve watched and rewatched these love stories, falling in love as much as any of the characters. And I’ve considered myself a fan of the venerable Ms. Austen. I’ve even read some of the spin off books–like Beth Pattillo’s Jane Austen Ruined My Life, which was superb, and seen movies like Becoming Jane and The Jane Austen Book Club.

    So why is it that a book-lover and romantic like myself can’t seem to get through these 6 books?

    I have a theory. One that I shared with my friend Katie, who challenged me to write this blog. Maybe the book isn’t always better …

    When Jane’s books were first published in the early 19th Century, the understanding of and appreciation for novels were still growing. Many belittled the practice of reading novels, as Jane herself explains in Northanger Abbey, when she spends 3 pages writing about how she’s not one of those authors who refuses to let her characters read novels. Thus Catherine Moorland, our heroine, indulges in the very thing that Jane hopes her own readers would do. Enjoying novels.

    By taking the time to do this, Jane breaks every rule of modern novel writing. As a student of modern fiction, I see how Jane’s books conform to her own ideals and the current trends of her time, not ours. I also seemansfield-park how many of the movie versions have modernized some of Jane’s stories to fit with our ideas of drama and conflict.

    Let’s take Mansfield Park, for example. I just finished listening to the unabridged audio version of the book. And I didn’t like it. At all. And I hated myself for not liking it. How could I not?  To start with Fanny Price, the so-called heroine of the story, is weak and never really grows throughout the story. The one opportunity for her to assert herself comes when her uncle tells her she ought to marry the duplicitous Henry Crawford. She tells him that she won’t. He says she must. She tells him no. And that’s pretty much the end of the conflict.

    Compare this with the 1999 movie version staring Frances O’Connor, where Fanny is a smart young woman, who holds her ground even when her uncle demands that she marry Crawford or be sent back to her parents’ home. The conflict is much more acute in the movie version, and it makes me feel for Fanny’s plight rather than feel as though she is a petulant child.

    Many of the movie versions of Austen’s classics have modernized the characters–not by placing them in a different time, but rather by strengthening and changing the characters and conflicts in such a way that they fit more in line with modern ideals than they do with the original release dates. This is why many Austen purists dislike the films. Not only do they trim plot elements for timing, the movies sometimes change the entire conflict of the novel.

    But for me, the change seems to be mostly for the better. When it comes to Ms. Austen, I must say that I think I far prefer to the movies to the books (at least the nearly 4 books that I’ve read all or parts of).

    Please feel free to disagree. Just don’t do it by throwing stones. 🙂

    30 by 30 … nearly there!

    With just a week until my 30th birthday, it’s high time to check in on the official 30 by 30 list. SPOILER ALERT! I’m not going to finish it all. But, you know what? That’s okay. I’ve pushed myself to do more things than I would have done without this list. Without further ado … here’s the most recent update to the list.

    1. Complete the Nashville Rock and Roll ½ Marathon – so this didn’t happen! And when I finished the 5K on the 4th of July, I thought I was crazy for ever thinking of doing a half marathon. But I did finish a road race, and I’m going to begin training for another soon. It’s much more fun than I thought.
    2. Write 2 novels – Um … nope. Didn’t even come close. 🙂
    3. Read all of Jane Austen’s Books – Not so much. But I have some insights that I’ll share with you all later this week.
    4. Go to an NFL game – As previously stated, the game went out the window due to a work-related trip, and I went to see Garth Brooks instead.
    5. Save $1500 toward a trip to Scotland/Ireland – Well … all of my travel savings are going toward another trip to Prince Edward Island! This one with my mom and my sister. Pictures to come in the next month or so.
    6. Finish Caleb’s fire truck cross stitch – my poor nephew still doesn’t have a cross stitch for his nursery, even if he is 14 months old. Some day … maybe …
    7. Visit 3 Civil War battlefields – Done! Carnton, Carter House, and Lookout Mountain in Chattanooga, TN. Amazing history!
    8. See Brandon Heath in concert – Yuppers!
    9. Visit Boone Hall in South Carolina (Mount Royal Plantation) – Nope. But maybe next year.
    10. Donate $1000 to World Vision for Micro-loans – There ended up being some needs closer to home this year, but I still really love this program and will make a plan for next year.
    11. Get a contract for a 3-book deal – I haven’t given up hope yet. 🙂 I have a week to hear back about a 3-book series proposal that I sent to my editor 2 months ago. Pray hard for me, if you think of it.
    12. Find a place to serve at my new church – I didn’t get to this. And I’m full of excuses as to why, but I’m not giving up on it.
    13. Take a cooking class at Whole Foods – I missed the Whole Foods classes, but I have signed up for a cupcake decorating class on July 24th! I’ll post pictures of my masterpieces … erm … cakewrecks.
    14. Give away 20 of the books on my shelves – Done!
    15. Buy flowers for a friend for no reason – Why have I not done this? It’s so easy! I’ll do that this week.
    16. Eat something with mushrooms – Pizza with mushrooms eaten. Check and check.
    17. See a show at TPAC – Katie and I saw Dave Barnes there at Christmas! He was wondefully funny!
    18. Read the Bible in a Year – Yet again, I haven’t managed to do this, but I read more than I would have if I didn’t have this goal. I made it through several books including Ruth, Luke, and Genesis.
    19. Take an adult beginner dance class – Hmm … I didn’t do this … next year?
    20. Visit the Harry Potter theme park at Universal Studios in Orlando – I’m so sad that I didn’t make it there this year. 🙁 My friend Jess and I had plans to go but they just work out. Definitely on next year’s to do list!
    21. Catch up on the TV show Chuck – Yay! I love Chuck and totally caught up on all the dvds that are out so far. I wasn’t disappointed. 🙂
    22. Volunteer at least 10 hours at a local food bank/shelter – I found my volunteer hours donated to other places than a food bank and shelter but between being a fairy godmother and other activities, I had a great time volunteering this year.
    23. Read a #1 New York Times Bestseller when it’s #1 – Heaven is for Real by Todd Burpo
    24. Go a week without eating out – Done!
    25. Host a dinner party for at least 4 friends – Yes! Had a great dinner party for my friend Heather’s poetry book release.
    26. Write a Christmas short story – It’s coming out in 6 weeks. More details to come!
    27. Drop 2 dress sizes – Not quite. Actually not even a little. 🙂 But the training for the road races sure makes me feel good. So I’ll keep at that.
    28. Sing karaoke in public – I could squeak that in this week. Right?
    29. Drink only water for 2 weeks straight – Hmm … I kept forgetting about this one, and now it’s too late.
    30. Vacation on Prince Edward Island – Done and nearly done a second time! 🙂

    By my count, I’ve completed 17 of the items on my list (or a comparable item) in the last 51 weeks. And I think I can complete at least 1 or 2 more this week. Not too shabby. 🙂 I’ve definitely done some things this year that I wouldn’t have without this list. But I think my next list will include a few less things that require travel or money. Vacation time and spare change is hard to come by these days.

    What do you think should be on my next list?