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Today is Election Day, and I just have to say it: I’m so grateful to live in a country where we’re free to vote, and free to worship.
Years ago, Andrew and I served as missionaries in Russia, where people did not have those freedoms. I’ve seen what it looks like when your voice and your faith aren’t your own.
Happy Friday, friends!
I have emerged. (Blinking. Squinting. Possibly wearing the same shirt since early October.) But I have officially finished the rough draft of my epic Edinburgh adventure! (Rough being the key word. It’s held together with sticky notes and prayer. But words on the page are words I can edit!)
And now that I’m out of my writing hole,
Sorry I’ve been so quiet here!
I’ve been hard at work writing a brand-new series! And it’s sort of consumed me. (This is not an inaccurate picture of me right now)
Yes, I live in Florida. Yes, it’s sunny outside. And yes, I’m under a blankie with my coffee, because in my head I’m in Edinburgh,
We made it to Florida! After many smelly hours in the car, Andrew and I rolled into our happy place, unpacked the car and trailer, and sighed that big ahhh of being in our Florida home.
And then the sky said, Welcome! Here’s a hurricane.
Yep. We arrived just in time for a week of storms that rattled the windows and basically drenched our patio and left ponds in the low areas of our yard.
Today we’re pointing the car south for a month of Florida sunshine.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Susie. It’s October in Minnesota. The trees are on fire with color and you’re LEAVING? I know. I love the fall colors too. Truly. But we are exactly one month shy of our six-months-and-a-day agreement with the great state of Florida.
Pull up a chair — the meeting’s already started.
This is what a Susan May Warren Fiction morning meeting looks like: three generations, one very small chairwoman running a tight agenda (JoJo does not tolerate rabbit trails), and enough coffee to reanimate the dead. Here’s our meeting minutes.
Agenda Item one: The garage lives.
So, in my bible reading this week, I’m in Psalms 69.
It starts like this: Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in the miry depths, where there is no foothold. I have come into the deep waters; the floods engulf me.
I just love David.
So Andrew and I snuck off to Iowa for the weekend to see his family, hang out with Jojo and the gang and then…came home feeling punky. You know the feeling. A little sick, the kind that requires a sofa, a blanket, and zero ambition.
Which is how we ended up watching The Sheep Detectives.
So, I’m back from an amazing ACFW conference, hanging out with all my author friends, brainstorming new novel ideas with my brilliant Sunrise Publishing authors, and eating way too much delicious food from the Peabody hotel.
But…this was one of their delicious desserts.
It’s a duck. A white chocolate duck that appears to be floating in a pool of its own blood!!
Here they are. My executive team. The people behind all the strategy in Susan May Warren Fiction.
I think the founder looks a little too caffeinated.
That’s my daughter, Sarah, (yes, that Sarah, who writes Hockey RomComs with me) and her lovely daughter Jojo. They’ve got their thinking caps on.
In truth,