Like watching a pot boil, the literary agent is gonna call any quicker if I keep checking my e-mail.
If you’ve followed my blog at all, I don’t think you’ll be surprised to hear that I’m a proud Okie, displaced in Minnesota. While I like Minnesota okay, Oklahoma will always be home. It’s the place I think of when the word “home” is mentioned. It’s where most of my family still resides, and it’s … Continue reading When the Two Halves of My Life Intersect