1. Why can't we have it all?
I mean you can live in, as my dad would say, the greatest nation that ever existed, or you can have lovely coins jingling in your purse. But you can't have both. Husband spent three weeks in Mexico last year, and when he came back we were oohing and aahing over the exquisiteness of the coinage he brought back.
I just removed a load of laundry in the washer to find that Youngest Son had filled his pockets with some of those coins. It's been a year and a half and he's still in awe, stuffing them in his pockets so he can pull them out at any odd moment. Do you think there are any kids in Mexico oogling over our quarters?
And yet, I would never want to live in Mexico.
2. Proof that the Book of Mormon is true.
As many of you know, I met my husband when he was serving a two year mission in Virginia. (And if you don't know that story you can find it here. I know. Shameless plug. *shrugs*) At the time I was a cashier for Deseret Book's outlet store. Which meant I got good deals on things that were seconds, or they had too much of. Anyway. At some point in this
And guess what?
It is completely untouched. To this very day. Completely void of any words. That was over thirteen years ago.
Back to the truthfulness of the B o M.
How in the world Heavenly Father got all those men to record, on metal plates no less, the important happenings of their day, I have no idea. Men hate to write. Shoot--they hate to talk. Anytime I tell Husband we need to talk he shrivels up in the corner and starts shaking like a leaf. I think he'd rather change a poopy diaper than actually talk. So putting words on a paper, words that they have to write...
Like I said. Miracle. No other explanation.
3. At the Storymakers conference some big, swanky New York agent told us we should not only have a blog but we should also have an author page attached to our blog. So guess what I'll be doing very soon?
You got it.
Calling Tres to make me an author page.
HAHAHA. Just kidding. He'll only sit by my side and talk me through every single step. But, and here's the fun part, I will have a link to some things that I've written. I found out, also at Storymakers, from another author who, in an effort to protect the innocent, will not be named, that my Like Rachel short story is NOT EVER going to be published. I won't get into how I feel about all of that, because it wouldn't do any good. But. I love that story so much, and I have to thank LDS Publisher anyway because I truly enjoyed writing it. And because of that experience I am going to write other similar short stories from the scriptures, written from a teenage girls point of view. I'm hoping that when I'm done, you will all direct your Young Women toward this so they can be uplifted and edified. Because that's what I do.
I am the uplifter.
But I am also a writer. Which means I gotta go write real words that will be printed in a real book some day.