Let me begin this post by saying that I am overwhelmingly aware that there are a million, trillion other more important things to focus on this time of the year than what I share here today. A million, trillion other hurts, worries, griefs, and unimaginable tragedies which overshadow this.
But let me also say that it’s my ultimate goal as a writer to bring hope into the tragic and the overwhelming through…
the gift of story.
And so perhaps there is no better time than now, in the midst of a broken world in a season full of anticipation and expectation, of hope and of promise and of yearning for goodwill, to tell you that I had the tremendous privilege this week of signing a brand new, two-book contract with Tyndale House Publishers!
That means I’ll be writing two more novels after Then Sings My Soul!
It means more imagining, more editing, more praying, and more studying about how to improve every turn of the word.
It means I’m not only over-the-moon, I’m over-the-solar-system grateful for two more chances to bring you stories which move the heart and bring hope.
And, it means if I lived anywhere near my incredible agents, Sarah and Greg, that they’d be stuck tight in the biggest bear hug ever with me for three weeks straight (at least)!
I can’t wait to meet the folks at Tyndale and tell you more about these next new novels as they take shape. Rest assured, I’ll tell you more about plots, titles, characters, release dates and all those fun details as they solidify and become available.
For now, I’m just thrilled to tell you this good news.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by and celebrate with me.
I don’t take one second of this writing life for granted, and I pray fervently I am a good and faithful steward of the responsibility of crafting excellent and moving fiction for any reader who ever picks up my books.
Here’s the obligatory photograph of me signing the contract. And yes, because I have no time to stage a picture, that is a framed picture of Sponge Bob on the shelves behind me. (Did I mention I have three amaze-incredible sons who put up with all the strange idiosyncrasies that go along with having a crazy writer mama? Things like Sponge Bob portraits show up quite regularly in a house full of boys. Be grateful you can’t see the rest of the house.)