A day for the future…

Today is one of those days that I will forever remember. December 1, 2013 marks so many milestones in my life that to put one above the other is completely impossible. There are two very important ones that I want to talk about.

Family is something extremely important to me. Most people don’t know, and they don’t ever assume, that someone doesn’t really have family. Sure, I have family, meaning I have aunts and uncles and cousins and at least one grandparent who is still alive, but they all live over a thousand miles from me. I am literally all on my own in the great state of Texas.

My mother and I moved to what I call my hometown in 2001, and it was about two years later that we met one family in particular. Ever since then, they are my family. We have holiday meals when them, and when I come home, that’s who I stay with. They are the family that I was never able to have. I never lived close enough in order to have them.

On Wednesday, I flew halfway across the country—which is no easy feat—to meet up with my family. I was able to spend Thanksgiving with them, but that’s not why I was there. Today is why I was there. Today I became an official part of the family. My very good friend had twins on July 18, and she asked me to be their godmother. I couldn’t have been more honored and blessed.

1463900_226648174170540_1049066860_n

I’m charged with raising them in Christ and teaching them about Christianity and Scripture, about the church and about God’s love. I’m going to take that even further. I’m going to teach them about interreligious dialogue, about conversing with the other and about finding one’s self in someone that can’t possibly be related to. I’m going to teach them how to be independent and strong, how to strive for their dreams and to work hard and play harder. I’m going to teach them to love above all else and to love those who are in need.

Today my twin godsons were baptized in the name of God, Son, and Holy Spirit—and I couldn’t be happier to finally be a part of the family.

The second amazing thing about today is that my second novel, Dying Embers, is being released. I had never planned on writing this book until I was completely done with Forever Burn. I couldn’t let the characters go and there were still aspects of their story that needed to be told.

I felt so compelled by these characters and their stories that I just had to continue writing them. I finished the novel itself in thirteen days and the majority of the editing over the next six weeks. It was something that I was amazed even with myself—I don’t think I’ll ever write a book that quickly again.

This novel represents something that I worked hard to achieve, something that I dreamed and worked toward, and something that I want my godsons to see as representative of something they can do.

So please take the time to check out Dying Embers and order yourself a copy. I appreciate any and all reviews so long as they aren’t bashing. So if you love it, write an amazing review. If you don’t like it, tell me why. Only good reviews never help an author improve and never help them to keep their head on straight in the line of possible fame. =P

 Dying Embers Blog Page (includes blurb and buy links)

delg

The wonderful world of writing!

I received an email from my publisher this morning with my final final edits to Dying Embers. That means, I have one more round and it’s done and ready for print. YAY! She also said that she wanted to bump up my release date. Now, it’s looking like Dying Embers will be released in December. I’m so excited! Time to get to work.

Secondly, this week I started a new novel series. It’s untitled as of yet–the first book and the series–but I can’t wait until it’s all finished. This is probably one of my favorite main characters ever. She’s stubborn, she’s manipulative, she drinks a lot and she even does drugs on occasion. Emma’s a crazy one that doesn’t listen to a lot of people. She has a plan, and she wants to see it through.

We’re still working on the edits to Across Worlds: Collision. Our beta’s just got chapter seventeen today, and we’re working on chapters six and seven. It’ll get done eventually and be ready probably to come out late next spring. It’s been an absolutely pleasure to work with my co-writer. We’re even talking about writing another book together as soon as the fall semester starts up.

I sort of hosted my first virtual write-in tonight. It was a total success. We went for about two and a half hours, writing and chatting every thirty minutes during our check in. Everyone did great and fantastic. I’m so proud and impressed with all the women that participated. We’ll be doing it again next week on Thursday, so if you want to join, add me as a friend on facebook and PM me to tell me. I’ll gladly add you into the group. If you can’t join right away on Thursday night, just come and go. We all have lives and it does get busy.

Lastly, I will be gone for fifteen days starting on Tuesday. I’ll only have internet for the first week! Talk about scary. So if I’m not around much, that’s why. I’m flying out east to visit my mother and a few friends (along with my co-writer), and then I’m flying out west to visit my brand new godsons. Yes! I am a godmother. Asa and Aiden were born on July 18th around 7pm, and just got home from the hospital yesterday. They were five weeks early, so that’s a great sign! I can’t wait to meet my precious babies.

So that’s a quick update as to where I am right now.

TTFN

20130726-230904.jpg

Memorial Day!

Happy Monday Everyone!

Not only happy Monday, but happy Memorial Day. Thank you to all who have served in the armed forces and who are currently servicing. It is a job and a life that can never be repaid and deserves as much honor as possible. I come from a family that has been individuals who have served, though none are currently serving.

My grandfather (Poppa) served in WWII, as a Morse code radio operator. Even to this day, all these years later, he still remembers the code (he’s ninety-three, by the way). I remember when he and my grandma came to visit my mother and me one time and we went to a museum. They had the telegraph there because the Navajo were from that region (They typed it all in Navajo rather than in English in case someone intercepted the call. No one was ever able to “break” the code.) He sat me down, I think I was eight at the time, and taught me how to type my name out.

My father served in the Army during the Vietnam War. He wasn’t drafted; he was enlisted. He was a helicopter mechanic, so he never saw the front lines. What I remember about my dad, was that he always went to great the soldiers at the local base whenever they got home from a tour. Later my mom told me this was because no one was there to greet him; they were there to boo him and yell at him for going in the first place.

My dad’s brother was in the Coast Guard and the Air Force. He hasn’t until recently started to tell me about his adventures in either, but I’m definitely there to listen whenever we get together. The last time we talked, it was mostly about boot camp and the shenanigans he got into.

My cousin on my father’s side is the most recent addition to armed forces in my family. He’s in the Army National Guard and did two tours in Afghanistan. He came off of active duty in 2010.

My cousin on my mother’s side is a Marine. I remember him going to boot camp and training for years before going on active duty. He never went on a tour overseas, and he is no longer on active duty. Now he works as a paramedic and firefighter in Connecticut.

Throughout all of this, when I was first deciding what I wanted to do with my life, it had something to do with helping people. I looked into law enforcement (I worked alongside the Pierce County Sheriff’s Department for four years when I worked security for my school), I looked into the military, specifically the Army and the Air Force, but it never seemed right. I’ve always had this call to ministry from God, and I really don’t know if you’ve ever tried to say no to God, but it never seems to go over very well. I just get laughed at in the face.

One thing I knew was that I didn’t want to be a parish minister. I have been to too many churches who have not been healthy and had too many pastors who have hurt me in the process of seeking out my calling. When I was in college and working with PCSD, I discovered the world of chaplaincy outside of the hospital. One of my fellow co-worker’s father was a Deputy until he became the chaplain for the force. This was what I wanted to do.

I came to school to start learning, but the more I looked into law enforcement chaplaincy, the more I felt drawn to military chaplaincy. I looked into the Army and was mostly set, but it never quite felt right. I looked into the Air Force, and I had found my place. The Air Force offers a program called the Chaplain Candidacy Program, where for two summers we train to take on the job that we want to do.

Now…it’s summer and I’m still here. Well, things didn’t work out quite as planned. I will have to wait until after graduation and ordination to pursue a career in military chaplaincy due to mitigating circumstances, but it still is and will probably always be on my radar.

To our armed forces and the service men and women who strive for honor each day. Happy Memorial Day!