In which Dog and AntiDog do what they're best at (besides barking--and chasing birds--and eating poop) and you get the drift.
Yes, yes, it's very cool, and altered books are a big thing right now, but as an author, I cringe at the defacement. Now, you want to see how hypocritical I am?
“For this is why the gospel was preached even to those who are dead, that though judged in the flesh the way people are, they might live in the spirit the way God does.” (1 Pet. 4:6, ESV)
Scriptures like this (and this) are why I changed the ending of Streiker’s Morning Sun and followed that up with If Only for This Life. Some readers have been irritated or confused by my extension of Adair and Fletcher’s relationship into the supernatural, and some, ah, hate it.
I understand that, which is why I began to address those concerns here. My own Southern Baptists have very strict rules about God’s not messing with people after death other than to send them to heaven or hell. But then how do you explain this verse?
Waiting on book stuff, I've been trolling Pinterest, and found the art dolls. Oh. My.
So, yes, I bought some paperclay, but let me assure you I won't be making anything this wonderfully detailed and amazing. I'm just in it for the humiliation of first-time effort.
Now, if you want to see some sweet sculptures in polymer clay, head on over to Sandy's site.
In celebration of this event, Laura of "Decor to Adore" has posted a beautiful retrospective of Wilder's life. The hardships which the Wilder family endured stagger the mind--there were no "safe spaces" apart from faith and family. Yet in the face of griefs, losses, and devastating setbacks, Laura's faith proved triumphant, and her books enduring.
<-- A 1923 photo of Laura's daughter Rose Wilder Lane, a successful writer who first encouraged her mother to write down her childhood memories, and probably collaborated with her on the early books.
So, there's almost 200 pounds of dog alone on this little bed. You see why I jacked it up?
I bought a pair of car jacks which I installed under the frame of a lightweight, portable bed that was in imminent danger of collapse because children and large dogs like to land on it when they come see me and there was no point in telling them not to.
So far so good.
Is it? I don't know; I kind of doubt it. But this article neatly expresses one of the most troublesome issues I had on Facebook: I couldn't strain out the politics. And for many people--myself included, if I am not very careful--politics takes on religious overtones. (I wrote about that here.) But politics makes for a cruel god whose acolytes are bitter and angry. I didn't want to wind up like that, so I signed off both Facebook and Twitter.
I still follow current events just to stay informed, given the certainty that God alone is King of kings and Lord of lords. (Graphic via Custom Tombstone Maker.)
My first book, Chataine's Guardian, was published in 1984: the beginning of one wild ride.