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How to Make the Most of a Writers' Conference
A few people have asked how I finagled a contract with Tyndale House Publishers. It wasn’t easy, and even though I felt this uncomfortable compulsion to finish this project, I had no guarantee the book would be picked up. The following is a guest post I wrote for my agent, Rachelle Gardner. Whether you’re a writer or business owner, I think there’s a lesson here to be learned. When God puts a desire on your heart, run after it. Please. *** I’m not a writer, per se. I’m a speaker who learned the craft of writing and secured a contract by her second writers’ conference. But intense work was involved;…
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And The Book Cover Is…
After all the votes were tallied, here’s what you decided: 1) E: 35 (Headshot cover) 2) B: 28 (Blue cover w/ rushing doctor) 3) C: 16 (Collage of three photos) 4) D: 13 (Clouds, When God Intervenes) 5) A: 10 (Red and yellow cover with doctor) Jason and my sister, Christine, picked the top two (rushing doctors) and tried desperately to sway me in that direction for all the reasons most of you mentioned: “Sense of urgency, action.” But which was my *original* favorite, someone asked? The one most of you picked. The cover showcasing the headshot, because this looks the most memoir-ish and I appear normal. Not sick. Coming in second was the…
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Which Cover Would You Choose?
Tyndale House Publishers designed amazing covers for this project. I’m curious, if the choice were up to you, which would you choose? A) B) C) D) E)
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Cold Coffee
You know it’s a bad day when this morning’s cold coffee is really a means to an end come 11:00 a.m. We had a fabulous weekend with family visiting and friends who graciously sacrificed their Sunday afternoon to de-clutter my back office and yank out unsightly bushes surrounding our 1950s fixer-upper. I loved the productivity. Then I woke Monday with that “Oh, no” feeling. I hadn’t written a single thing in three days. To some, this is an odd concept—especially if you hate putting words on paper, or–well–a computer screen. But, when you’re on assignment, missing a weekend sets you back. Way back. So this afternoon I’m slurping back any form of caffeine…
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The Power of Prayer
Last Wednesday I entered Wonderland. Jason dropped me curbside at the airport for my Denver flight. While standing at check-in, a teenager asked to use my phone. She was waiting for her dad, she said. “Where are you?” she yelled. “Pick me up now! Now. Did you bring my meds? Get here!” She handed it back, turned, and sneezed. Loudly. If you know me, you won’t be surprised by the dousing of antibacterial I slathered over my phone, luggage handle, and front and backs of my hands. After checking my over-sized bag, I stood in the security line with 35 minutes to spare. Perfect for our tiny West Palm airport. “Dabney Hedegard,”…
