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The writing retreat

At the beginning of May, I attended a writing retreat up in the mountains of Southern California. Tahquitz Pines in Idyllwild, once a youth camp, has been refashioned into a wedding/resort destination. Its cabins, bunkhouses, and lodges still whisper echoes of Christian songs and children’s laughter.

The writing retreat is put on by the Southern California chapter of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. A small group of authors who write middle grade and young adult fiction work in critique groups to improve their stories. Two literary agents and editors give their insights as part of the groups. In addition, attendees get one on one time with one of the industry professionals. Written critiques were purchased separately and given to the writers before the retreat. Time is set aside during the three day retreat for revision and writing time.

All of this sounds like a lot of work. But there were plenty of social activities. There were team building exercises, yoga, hikes, a pizza party by the fire pits, and a game night. Some writers went into the quaint town of Idyllwild to get stronger coffee or visit the bakery.

My favorite part was hanging out with other writers. Most of them don’t live near me, and the only time I see them in person is when we have our fall conference and this retreat. Being a writer means spending time in solitude and dealing with rejection. Sharing my stories with other writers encourages me to work harder. Spending time with other writers reminds me that we are all in this together. We can celebrate our writer friends’ victories and commiserate about the slow grinding machine of publishing.

When I come down from the mountains, my vision for my writing is clearer. Revising my stories seems less daunting. My words flow like Strawberry Creek, the rushing stream that runs through Idyllwild. I am encouraged and refreshed, ready to press on.

If you are a writer, I hope you take the opportunity to go to a writing retreat. In a world full of rejection, your writing family can be the hug you desperately need.

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How far would you go for football?

My friend, Heather Butchka, has a new contemporary YA book coming this summer. If you like football and small town dramas, this book will keep you up reading past your bedtime.

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In the cutthroat world of Texas high school football, a scandal threatens to unravel East Pages High, a powerhouse program renowned for producing champions and drawing college scouts from across the nation. As rivalries intensify and buried secrets surface, one player, his cousin, and his girlfriend must decide how far they’ll go to protect the team, their futures, and the truth. In All For The Game, loyalty and betrayal collide under the Friday night lights.

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The longest month of the year

Finally, we’ve reached the end of January, the longest month of the year.

This past month has been full of unplanned expenses from dental to house repairs. When I total it up, I spent more in January than I spent on Christmas gifts in December. February’s starting out strong though, with a major pool repair scheduled. As soon as I type this, I realize I should have no complaints. My house has not been destroyed by a wildfire or hurricane.

January smothered my creative productivity. My writing time was eaten up by phone calls, estimates, Home Depot runs, and bank transfers. It was difficult to find quiet moments to focus. Although we didn’t have snow storms, high winds whipped up my allergies and gave me brain fog. At night, I found little rest as my mind was burdened with my overflowing calendar entries.

I am extremely thankful to have the resources to deal with January’s problems. But I take a deep breath as I turn the calendar page. February is a month of love, remembered national heroes, and the Super Bowl. And for Southern California, refreshing rain.

Those who call ourselves writers often struggle to find time and energy for our craft. After all, there is no story without conflict. Some writers work full time jobs before coming home to take care of their families. Others are caretakers for their spouses or parents. Still others contend with their own health issues or past hurts.

But even when we have a January full of trials, we come back to our computers in February. While we still have breath, we write. Even when things fall apart around us.

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If the house burns down tonight

“The smoke tries choking the pacific sun, we rocket down the road like we’re shot out of guns, and if the house burns down tonight, I got everything I need with you by my side. And let the rest burn.” from If House Burns Down Tonight by Switchfoot

Southern California is home to various creators, from writers, artists, performers, and film makers. We thrive on dramatic tones, discordant notes, despondent second acts. We love the rugged extremes of the Southern California landscape. But the privilege of mild winters and variety of terrain comes with a cost. Wildfires are one of them.

The chance of a wildfire reaching my home in the desert is slim, but never zero. Often the riverbed on the edge of my city catches fire and ash falls into my swimming pool. But my daughter’s family was evacuated from the mountains in August. My son was evacuated during the current fires. Neither lost their home. But they could have.

The answer to the question I know you are thinking is it’s worth it. It’s worth it to live in an awe-inspiring land where dreams can come true. It forces you to take stock of what is important in your life, and it’s never a building. If the house burns down tonight, I want my family and pets by my side. I want my friends to be there, too. Everything else can be replaced. Or maybe not. But at least I know what is truly valuable.

And let the rest burn.

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Is this the new year?

“Is this the New Year or just another night? Is this the new fear or just another fright? Is this the new tear or just another desperation?” from Switchfoot “The Blues”

As I roar into 2025, with all its continuing responsibilities, joys, terrors, and moments of wonder, I pause to to consider. What will be “new” about this year? There are numerous possibilities. Some I hope for while some I dread.

Is this the year I publish my first children’s book? Two of my book babies are out on sub (sitting in editors’ email boxes, waiting judgment). I try not to think about this too much. Instead, I furiously pound the keys on my laptop, creating new stories. One of my babies will make it into the world someday.

This will be the year my mother’s condo will be sold, finishing that chapter in her life. Sorting through her possessions, saving treasures for grandkids, will take time and many boxes. For the past two years, she’s stayed with either my husband and me or my brother and his wife. Mom said good-bye to my dad a few years ago and now will say good-bye to their home. At 91 years old, she’s given up much of her old life but gained more time with her kids and great-grandtwins.

As I begin to plan camping trips and Harley overnighters for this year, I realize these events are all written in pencil. One lesson God has taught me well over the past few years is that grand plans can be easily cancelled by emergencies. Since the pandemic, I’ve learned to hold my plans loosely.

However, that doesn’t release me from the responsibility to plan. One thing I’ve learned over the years is that if you don’t plan anything, nothing happens. Instead of waiting for friends to call me, I call them and set up times to get together. As I march through the life I’ve been given, time with friends is fleeting. My husband and I have said good-bye to many friends, through death and moving away. We enjoy sharing Harley rides, lunches, dinners, and game nights with the people God’s put in our path. Hopefully, we can get them to laugh and encourage them a little.

Is this the new year? It can be. It will be. And I can’t wait to see what will happen next.

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