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I have a secret. Sabrina's hand tightened about her coffee cup, and she was pierced by the love and pain she could not express for her patient... so proud and obstinate, and caged within his yearning for the girl whom he knew to be so wrong for him. OK, lots of secrets. Or no secrets. One or the other. She saw the proud nostrils expand as he took a deep breath. Anyway, one of my

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As some who've read Lightning Tree know, I write about controversial issues in LDS history, but I have worked hard to keep my storytelling about the main story--about the journey my main character takes, and if historical events come into play they come through the eyes of my character, and they are relevant only in how they affect my character. In Lightning Tree, Maggie, my main character, was

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Sometimes I do things I wonder if I should have done, but still can't think how I would have done them differently. I think I tend to blame myself for any drama at all that happens in my life. One thing I have realized lately, however, is that I cannot control when drama happens. Sometimes you do everything you possibly can and it still happens. What I'm learning to do is, instead of blaming

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It's nice to have your face in the newspaper for something nice.... loved how the article turned out, too.

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It’s interesting how you can be frightened of what you love. I grew up next to a gorgeous river. The South Yuba is a playground of smooth white granite, almost too hot to sit on during summer afternoons, but sizzlingly delicious when you come out of the water wet and dripping. The pools are turquoise-green, and the currents are smooth, strong, and loving. When I was younger, we stayed on the

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Steve Westover asked me to review the advance review copy of his middle-grade adventure and fantasy-fiction, Crater Lake: the Battle For Wizard Island. Crater Lake was a fun and interesting read. It will appeal to its intended audience, and it is a rarity; a story directed to middle-grade boys. We need more of those. I felt that the legend, geography, mythology and overall imaginative

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I'm whining over on my professional site today about how writing sometimes brings feelings you don't expect. Yes, I realize that whining and professional are pretty much mutually exclusive. I'm not apologizing.

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Our newest edition. (and yes, I used edition, not addition, purposefully. I'm punny like that.) I was trying to come up with a good blog name for him. I sent this picture to my SIL's wall on facebook, and she commented that he was a cute little Chumbawumba. IT fits, doesn't it?

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So lately, baby Rose (who isn't so much baby anymore as toddler) has been cheering me on. Rose: Mama, did you change Chumba's diaper? NSG: yep. Rose: (gasps) Good Job! Rose: Mama, are you making lunch? NSG: yes. Rose: Oh, good job, mom. Good job! Rose: Mama, did you shut the door? NSG: Yep, I did. Rose: Good job!!! (pats my hand) It makes me giggle, but I realized

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So Spring Runoff is coming to an end on Wilderness Interface Zone, the LDS nature-writing blog which I love and adore and have contributed to for a while. There are a lot of great poets and a lot of great poems in the running this year. I put the title the way it is to attract people to this blog post (because you guys are so awesome and loyal... I knew that if I wrote "go vote in a poetry

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I'm writing a story right now that elicits a lot of strange emotion in me. I find stuff that is usually buried much closer to the surface. Today, I don't know why, but I'm filled with a lot of sad nostalgia. Regrets. And a lot of wishing things were different...I'd done things differently, I'd known how to act in certain situations or been strong enough at the time to act in the way I knew I

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The Steps of Novel Writing A post on my professional site, wherein I describe the different stages I've found I've gone through in writing each of the five novels I have completed so far.

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You know how I blogged about our new house and how perfect it is? There is one thing. Just one little thing. Only technically, it isn't little. In order to portray the full scope of this problem, I'll just have to show you in pictures: That's our neighbor to the right. That's across the street. That's the Seminary building to the left. And this is US: As you can see, we are blessed

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(Setting: It's just after church on Mothers' day. The kids are gleefully piling my lap with cookies and little cute cards the primary helped them make. The four girls hand over their baggies, then turn and look expectantly at Squirt.) Squirt: (mulish expression on face) these... Mom, these cookies are mine. NSG: Yeah? They look yummy. Squirt: They're for me to eat. Bella: Squirt,

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So, I went fishing for the first time in a long time, and first time ever in the famous Henry's Fork River. It went something like this: 6:15 pm: NSG: (catches tackle on bush, spends five minutes getting it out.) 6:20 pm: NSG: (giant cast. Line seems to be pointing up into the sky). NSG:(looking up) oh, it's caught over that telephone wire. 6:30 pm: NSG: (trying desperately to reel the

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I've kinda gypped you guys here. (Though I'm not sure how many of you worry enough to feel gypped.) But... my novel. It's published. You can learn all about it here. It's got a pretty cool cover. You should go look. (eeeee!) OK. And I've realized I don't have time to write everything I want to write, and so some things (you may have noticed) have fallen clear off the table. I'm not

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A vent of writerly woe on my onymous, professional website... well, hopefully professional, anyway.

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I posted the first part of our house-hunt story several months ago. I wanted to collect enough pictures, and have a real block of time to do this post right when I got down to it. I ended that last post describing how discouraged I was feeling. That I realized we can't get the house of our dreams because we couldn't afford to heat and maintain it. Well, the very next day, a house that I'd

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I know lots of people will be relating experiences and memories today. My mother and her brother wrote a lovely obituary. I helped with some comma placement, so I got to read it. I am not sure I want to stand up and say much today. I feel like it would sort of be self-aggrandizing to get up when there are others who know him better in a different capacity than just grandfather. But let me say

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It is hard to believe that it has been a whole year since the big changes happened for our family. At this time last year, Skywalker was being interviewed for a job. And given an offer. And it was during Christmas Vacation that we came up here to see this windy, snowy little town and sample American Pizza Cafe oreo dessert pizza and tacos from one of the four local taco trucks. When we stayed

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Check out the latest post on my professional blog about writing, this year, and the plan for next year, as well as links to a few great contest where some of you should definitely submit your stuff.

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I'm going to make this entry all about Rockwell's character and his relationship with the indians. There is so much going around on the internet about Rockwell, not to mention the hundred or so novels that have been written about or mention him. Porter Rockwell is a legend just about as big among the LDS people as Butch Cassidy, and therefore, there's a lot of heresay going around out there.

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(setting: squirt has developed a ritual of a nightly personal prayer with mom to fend off nightmares. Generally he's got this prayer down pat, but tonight he's a bit tired and more than a little sugar-high). Squirt: *Clears throat, squints at NSG, and flings his upper body onto his mattress* Dearhevnyfather, thankyoufor thisday, thankyoufor... hmmm... this food, blessit'llbe good forusn help

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William Hickman.Or Wild Bill Hickman, as he was more colorfully known. Accounts of him are all over the map. So what is true? The short answer? Who knows. He lived more than a hundred years ago. In piecing and parcing accounts done by Mormon scholars such as Hugh Nibley, accounts from individual family histories by his descendents, his own well-known publication, and the mentions he gets

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(setting--kids are tidying their rooms because friends are coming over later. Breakfast is being ladeled into bowls.) MayMay: Mom, can we have breakfast right now? We're almost done cleaning. NSG: What's left? MayMay: We just have to sweep. NSG: sweep? I never said they had to sweep. When was the last time they ever swept? Well, better not to look a gift horse in the mouth... Just maybe hurry

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