I initially registered for a writer’s retreat because a friend from Christian Mix 106 and some members from Southern Christian Writers wanted me to go with them. I paid for a private room to pray for direction and work on my next manuscript. Then Christian Mix 106 offered me a permanent spot Monday night for … Continue reading THE WRITER’S RETREAT
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THE LORD DETERMINES OUR STEPS
“Teena, I just heard on good authority you have a new book,” said my pastor. Would you like to talk about the book Sunday and sell it after the service?” “My family will not be at church this Sunday, but I can do it next Sunday.” I welcomed the delay so I would have time … Continue reading THE LORD DETERMINES OUR STEPS
EDITORS
I had learned much about publishing before starting Southern Christian Writers, but it had been years since I had a manuscript published. If I was going to lead writers, all of them pursuing independent publishing, it was time to publish again.
MY PLACE
Before we left to try another church, the Pastor’s sister made a request that led to us staying. “Can you start a writer’s group on the Westbank?”
WORDS OF WISDOM
More than one person stopped at my table to say, “Are you Mimi’s sister?” We are sisters in Christ but not by blood. Thanks to their curiosity, a third of my inventory sold.
SOMEONE’S FAVORITE AUTHOR
. The only people in the tent were disappointed vendors and event staff pushing water out of the sagging tent ceiling. The tent lighting, no doubt affected by the rain, faded in and out. I considered leaving in the lull between downpours.
FAITH AND ANGELS
. The owner caught his escapee in front of our table. He pointed at Brigitte’s angel book. “They are not really angels,” he said. “They are beings from an alternate universe. Sometimes they come to our universe and help us.”
YOU FORGOT TO PAY ME
“This is great.” he said. “Are you the author?” “Yes, I am.” “I’ll be back in a minute. I want to buy this book.” Donna approached me. “That’s the pastor of the church.” “A priest is going to buy my book!” Tina, you have got to take a picture.
TREASURED FOREVER
After a second request for my famous autograph, I signed one of my postcards and handed it to him. His face lit up as he exclaimed, “I will treasure this forever!”
A NEAR DISASTER
Did you put it in the paper?” “No. I don’t know how it got in the paper. Can I ask why it’s a problem?” “President Bush visited the club, and the place was mobbed. Now they have a rule that events cannot be publicized.” The absurdity of my presence creating a mob at a private club made me giggle.
Faith's Mystery 