Hi, y’all. Just a quick post to let you know I’m hanging in Hot Springs this weekend with my Arkansas Women Blogger friends. This is the fifth annual Arkansas Women Blogger University (my third), and I’m excited to serve as hostess of the Foodie Friday event this afternoon. I get to wear a cute apron all day.❤Continue Reading
I have a publisher!
I have the best news! And if it’s possible to truly walk on sunshine, I’m doing it. Yesterday, I signed a publishing contract with SYP Publishing, a Florida press that specializes in southern authors. Someone pinch me. I have a publisher.
I love the way those four little words feel in my mouth and melt on the tip of my tongue like old-fashioned butter mints, the sort served in a crystal compote at baby showers and weddings.
Know the mints I mean?
♫♫ Wonderful feeling, wonderful day! ♪♫
I plan to enjoy the floating-on-cloud-nine-feeling for as long as it lasts. And, yes, the clichés are flowing in this post, but I can’t help myself. The air is light, the sun is bright, and the view is brilliant.
Right this very second, I want to thank every single person who reads my writing (on-line and print) at Grace Grits, Front Porch Magazine, Winthrop Rockefeller Institute Blog, OnlyinArkansas(dot)com and wherever else I am lucky enough to finagle an article. I am especially grateful to those who stop me in Wal-Mart or tell my Momma at church how much they enjoy my writing. This often keeps me going, and having a following, however modest, has helped me obtain a publishing contract. I truly believe this.
More coming on this later, but for now, I have a publisher, and it feels like one of those Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah days!
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
And p.s. this is for the publication of my first novel…might help if I told you that:)
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Musical Pairing:
Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah (original)
If she could have chosen any life…
If she could have chosen any life, her mornings would have begun on a small screened porch surrounded by trees and clover and breezes off the lake.
With strong, hot coffee,
a favored paperback
and thoughts to fill a page.
If she could have chosen any life, her afternoons would have begun with a worn gravel road,Continue Reading












