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Still Calm Seas
Yikes. There I was innocently sitting on my recliner, refreshed yet exhausted from the weekend,
tearing open the letter from Zondervan containing the last six months of sales information for
Wounded Healer and Warrior's Heart.
Yes. Yikes.
Coronary time. Well, sort of.
I started laughing. Not the joyful, gleeful laugh one lets out when delight springs in their belly.
More like the stunned, hopeless, involuntary laugh when ones sees her neighbor drive his car over
her freshly planted and completely innocent flower garden.
That sort of laugh.
When a dad can only stand helpless and watch his sixteen-year-old son back the family wagon out
of the driveway for the very first time, knowing that son will be out navigating the streets and
freeways . . . with only a few weeks experience on his freshly laminated brand-new drivers license.
The sort of laugh that carries out as the mind locks itself in the midst of a mixture of misery,
disbelief, and horrid dread for what is to happen next.
That sort of laugh.
I mean . . . yikes. Sitting on my recliner is usually a good thing. I relax on my recliner—the one by
my window, overlooking my ocean view.
Saturday night, May 20th, sitting in my recliner reading those sales reports, my gut dropped clean
through the recliner to land with a plop onto the garage floor below my apartment.
Yeah. It was bad. Worse than bad, actually. Why? One word for you. Returns.
I mean . . . yikes.
What once were sales are now . . . returns. "Oops, yes, I bought that book from you in July, but it
didn't sell so now I'm returning it. Can I have my money back?"
And here's the clincher: more returns than sales.
Yeee-ouch.
This past week has been an interesting one, that's for sure. It's as if I've just witnessed the death of
one thing, only to turn around and gaze upon the birth of another. Grieving death, yet cheering for
the new life. Seamlessly. What has died has lived a good, long life. Will continue to live in my
heart (and hopefully the hearts of those who shared it with me). But what now lives is so beautiful
and precious and perfect and new. Working with new novelists is so much fun. This whole thing
reminds me of Little Kicking Feet, wanting to be big, yet having to grow first. Patience, Little
One. Not so fast.
Weird. Amazing. Sad. Blown away. Yet hopeful. Kicking. And looking forward to what lies
ahead.
I love how my Heavenly Father is working all things out for my good. It's His promise for all of
us, you know. I'm seeing it even as we speak. Even as more Wounded Healer returns flood
Zondervan's warehouse.
Still calm seas. Though the storm rages. Gotta love that. : )
Oh, and just to let you know . . . as far as I know, Homeland Heroes will still continue through the
sixth book. Book Four, Standing Strong, is, as far as I know, still in the works to arrive sometime
next spring. Books Five and Six are still on the schedule.
As far as I know. ; )
I'll definitely keep ya posted.
Now I have to get back into G.T.'s world. He's the pastor in my client's manuscript who did a
particularly bad thing. Can't wait to find out how his story turns out!
Via con Dios!
donna
June 01, 2006
Yikes. There I was innocently sitting on my recliner, refreshed yet exhausted from the weekend,
tearing open the letter from Zondervan containing the last six months of sales information for
Wounded Healer and Warrior's Heart.
Yes. Yikes.
Coronary time. Well, sort of.
I started laughing. Not the joyful, gleeful laugh one lets out when delight springs in their belly.
More like the stunned, hopeless, involuntary laugh when ones sees her neighbor drive his car over
her freshly planted and completely innocent flower garden.
That sort of laugh.
When a dad can only stand helpless and watch his sixteen-year-old son back the family wagon out
of the driveway for the very first time, knowing that son will be out navigating the streets and
freeways . . . with only a few weeks experience on his freshly laminated brand-new drivers license.
The sort of laugh that carries out as the mind locks itself in the midst of a mixture of misery,
disbelief, and horrid dread for what is to happen next.
That sort of laugh.
I mean . . . yikes. Sitting on my recliner is usually a good thing. I relax on my recliner—the one by
my window, overlooking my ocean view.
Saturday night, May 20th, sitting in my recliner reading those sales reports, my gut dropped clean
through the recliner to land with a plop onto the garage floor below my apartment.
Yeah. It was bad. Worse than bad, actually. Why? One word for you. Returns.
I mean . . . yikes.
What once were sales are now . . . returns. "Oops, yes, I bought that book from you in July, but it
didn't sell so now I'm returning it. Can I have my money back?"
And here's the clincher: more returns than sales.
Yeee-ouch.
This past week has been an interesting one, that's for sure. It's as if I've just witnessed the death of
one thing, only to turn around and gaze upon the birth of another. Grieving death, yet cheering for
the new life. Seamlessly. What has died has lived a good, long life. Will continue to live in my
heart (and hopefully the hearts of those who shared it with me). But what now lives is so beautiful
and precious and perfect and new. Working with new novelists is so much fun. This whole thing
reminds me of Little Kicking Feet, wanting to be big, yet having to grow first. Patience, Little
One. Not so fast.
Weird. Amazing. Sad. Blown away. Yet hopeful. Kicking. And looking forward to what lies
ahead.
I love how my Heavenly Father is working all things out for my good. It's His promise for all of
us, you know. I'm seeing it even as we speak. Even as more Wounded Healer returns flood
Zondervan's warehouse.
Still calm seas. Though the storm rages. Gotta love that. : )
Oh, and just to let you know . . . as far as I know, Homeland Heroes will still continue through the
sixth book. Book Four, Standing Strong, is, as far as I know, still in the works to arrive sometime
next spring. Books Five and Six are still on the schedule.
As far as I know. ; )
I'll definitely keep ya posted.
Now I have to get back into G.T.'s world. He's the pastor in my client's manuscript who did a
particularly bad thing. Can't wait to find out how his story turns out!
Via con Dios!
donna
June 01, 2006
Visit From a Friend
donna fleisher: You read the last post, huh.
chris mcintyre: Yeah. Brave of you to share that with the world.
df: Why not? I'm excited about what lies ahead.
cm: Even as I'm put to rest.
df: Never.
cm: Well, at least we have two more stories to tell. (She laughs.) As far as we know.
df: Yeah. We'll press on until we find out for sure.
cm: Will you miss me and Erin when it's all over?
df: Where are you going?
cm: Well, you won't need us to enlighten you with stories anymore.
df: But I'll still need you.
cm: (She stares.) Really?
df: Goofy girl. Of course, I will. You're as real to me as . . . the books that spell your story out.
I'll always read them, again and again. I'm hoping you'll always stay right where you are, helping
me see every bit of all you are.
cm: That's scary.
df: Why?
cm: You should be letting other imaginary friends come to play. You should be pursuing them so
they can tell you their stories.
df: Maybe someday.
cm: Not right now? Zondervan would love to get something new from you. Let's face it. With my
story tanking, you really need to give them something new.
df: When it's right. When that time comes.
cm: You mean, when that new imaginary friend arrives?
df: Right now I'm content with the friends I've got.
cm: Is that your way of saying you don't want to write something new?
df: I'm just saying . . . (What am I trying to say?)
cm: (She sits and waits. But a hint of a grin is tugging her lips.)
df: I'd love to write something new. I'd love to write a story that totally knocks the socks off of
everyone who reads it.
cm: So, why don't you?
df: It's not that simple. Besides . . . (Again I pause, but this time for dramatic purposes only.)
cm: (Her right eyebrow lifts just a tad.)
df: I feel like I already have.
cm: (She laughs.) Um, I don't exactly see any socks flying around.
df: (I don't say a word. I only smile.)
June 02, 2006
donna fleisher: You read the last post, huh.
chris mcintyre: Yeah. Brave of you to share that with the world.
df: Why not? I'm excited about what lies ahead.
cm: Even as I'm put to rest.
df: Never.
cm: Well, at least we have two more stories to tell. (She laughs.) As far as we know.
df: Yeah. We'll press on until we find out for sure.
cm: Will you miss me and Erin when it's all over?
df: Where are you going?
cm: Well, you won't need us to enlighten you with stories anymore.
df: But I'll still need you.
cm: (She stares.) Really?
df: Goofy girl. Of course, I will. You're as real to me as . . . the books that spell your story out.
I'll always read them, again and again. I'm hoping you'll always stay right where you are, helping
me see every bit of all you are.
cm: That's scary.
df: Why?
cm: You should be letting other imaginary friends come to play. You should be pursuing them so
they can tell you their stories.
df: Maybe someday.
cm: Not right now? Zondervan would love to get something new from you. Let's face it. With my
story tanking, you really need to give them something new.
df: When it's right. When that time comes.
cm: You mean, when that new imaginary friend arrives?
df: Right now I'm content with the friends I've got.
cm: Is that your way of saying you don't want to write something new?
df: I'm just saying . . . (What am I trying to say?)
cm: (She sits and waits. But a hint of a grin is tugging her lips.)
df: I'd love to write something new. I'd love to write a story that totally knocks the socks off of
everyone who reads it.
cm: So, why don't you?
df: It's not that simple. Besides . . . (Again I pause, but this time for dramatic purposes only.)
cm: (Her right eyebrow lifts just a tad.)
df: I feel like I already have.
cm: (She laughs.) Um, I don't exactly see any socks flying around.
df: (I don't say a word. I only smile.)
June 02, 2006
Visit Continued
chris mcintyre: You really don't fully comprehend what's at stake, do you.
donna fleisher: What's at stake?
cm: See, I knew it. If you don't at least attempt to write something new . . . what will that do for
your writing career?
df: You've been hanging around the industry too long. You're starting to sound like everyone else.
cm: Hey, I've been right where you've been. I've heard all you've heard. And it makes sense.
Don't you want to be a writer?
df: I am a writer.
cm: Not if you don't try to write something new. My stuff has run its course. There has to be
someone out there waiting to have her story told. You gotta go find her.
df: Did I run around looking for you?
cm: (She squirms on the couch.) Well, no. Not exactly.
df: You showed up on my doorstep rarin' to go.
cm: Well, you can't sit around and wait for someone else to show up. Go find her.
df: Don't wanna.
cm: That's your problem.
df: I don't think I have a problem.
cm: That's your second problem.
df: You can be such a pill sometimes.
cm: Do you deny you have a problem?
df: I have many. But, in this, I feel fine.
cm: Feelings will leave you floundering.
df: Not if I trust them. And I do.
cm: (A grin.)
df: It's more than feelings, deeper than that, and you know it.
cm: You think God has been keeping other imaginary friends from landing on your porch rarin' to
tell their stories?
df: (I shrug.) Maybe.
cm: Why would He do that?
df: Maybe because He has something different in mind for me?
cm: Like the editing?
df: Helping other novelists understand the basics of our craft is a blast for me. That's my element.
And I wanna stay in it.
cm: Even if it means giving up the writing?
df: Nothing is forever. Well, okay, many things are forever, but I'm not saying I wanna give up the
writing forever. When that time comes, when that new imaginary friend lands on my porch, then I'll
be a writer again. I'll tell her story, simply because I cannot do otherwise.
cm: She'll hound ya.
df: Like someone else did ten years ago. Like that same someone is . . . still.
cm: Do I hound ya?
df: Sure you do. But I love it.
cm: (She can't look at me as she grins.) Me too. I love houndin' ya.
df: We still have much work to do, you and I.
cm: Well . . . (Now she's dragging the point out for dramatic purposes.) . . . as far as we know.
df: (Laughing.) Yeah. As far as we know.
cm: What a weird ride this has been.
df: (I want to say, "Amen." But I don't.)
cm: You know? Maybe it will be nice to have it . . . over. Maybe then all of us can just get back
to the business of living.
df: You've got much to keep you busy. How are the kids?
cm: Maddie's got a cold. Caught it from Jason Jr.
df: Sorry to hear that.
cm: But she wanted me to razz you about coming up to Kimberley Square. She said you're long
overdue for a visit. Which you are. She's been working on her poem about Stewart and can't wait
to have you read it.
df: Poetry is not my forte, remember? Especially poems about turtles.
cm: Well, expand your horizons a bit.
df: (I smile. Of course I smile.) I think I can do that. (For Madison Jane Sloan, I'm willing to do
just about anything.)
June 03, 2006
chris mcintyre: You really don't fully comprehend what's at stake, do you.
donna fleisher: What's at stake?
cm: See, I knew it. If you don't at least attempt to write something new . . . what will that do for
your writing career?
df: You've been hanging around the industry too long. You're starting to sound like everyone else.
cm: Hey, I've been right where you've been. I've heard all you've heard. And it makes sense.
Don't you want to be a writer?
df: I am a writer.
cm: Not if you don't try to write something new. My stuff has run its course. There has to be
someone out there waiting to have her story told. You gotta go find her.
df: Did I run around looking for you?
cm: (She squirms on the couch.) Well, no. Not exactly.
df: You showed up on my doorstep rarin' to go.
cm: Well, you can't sit around and wait for someone else to show up. Go find her.
df: Don't wanna.
cm: That's your problem.
df: I don't think I have a problem.
cm: That's your second problem.
df: You can be such a pill sometimes.
cm: Do you deny you have a problem?
df: I have many. But, in this, I feel fine.
cm: Feelings will leave you floundering.
df: Not if I trust them. And I do.
cm: (A grin.)
df: It's more than feelings, deeper than that, and you know it.
cm: You think God has been keeping other imaginary friends from landing on your porch rarin' to
tell their stories?
df: (I shrug.) Maybe.
cm: Why would He do that?
df: Maybe because He has something different in mind for me?
cm: Like the editing?
df: Helping other novelists understand the basics of our craft is a blast for me. That's my element.
And I wanna stay in it.
cm: Even if it means giving up the writing?
df: Nothing is forever. Well, okay, many things are forever, but I'm not saying I wanna give up the
writing forever. When that time comes, when that new imaginary friend lands on my porch, then I'll
be a writer again. I'll tell her story, simply because I cannot do otherwise.
cm: She'll hound ya.
df: Like someone else did ten years ago. Like that same someone is . . . still.
cm: Do I hound ya?
df: Sure you do. But I love it.
cm: (She can't look at me as she grins.) Me too. I love houndin' ya.
df: We still have much work to do, you and I.
cm: Well . . . (Now she's dragging the point out for dramatic purposes.) . . . as far as we know.
df: (Laughing.) Yeah. As far as we know.
cm: What a weird ride this has been.
df: (I want to say, "Amen." But I don't.)
cm: You know? Maybe it will be nice to have it . . . over. Maybe then all of us can just get back
to the business of living.
df: You've got much to keep you busy. How are the kids?
cm: Maddie's got a cold. Caught it from Jason Jr.
df: Sorry to hear that.
cm: But she wanted me to razz you about coming up to Kimberley Square. She said you're long
overdue for a visit. Which you are. She's been working on her poem about Stewart and can't wait
to have you read it.
df: Poetry is not my forte, remember? Especially poems about turtles.
cm: Well, expand your horizons a bit.
df: (I smile. Of course I smile.) I think I can do that. (For Madison Jane Sloan, I'm willing to do
just about anything.)
June 03, 2006
I'm Taking Over the Blog for Today
Hey everyone. Yeah, it's me, Chris. Chris McIntyre, for those of you who may not have read the
previous posts. Donna's off to Washington this week for a meeting with the Northwest Christian
Writers group. They actually invited her to talk to them about all that's been going on with her.
She's delighted, I can tell. It's good to see her delighted. Especially with the sales report bomb that
recently dropped into her lap.
Ooooo . . . that's not a good mental picture. If she was here, she'd edit that part for sure.
Anyway, she's not here, and she won't be here for at least a week. Not only will she be in
Washington, but she's planning (finally) to go on a huge sand-dollar hunting trip on Tuesday, and
then to head on down to Florence (finally) for the weekend. She was long overdue for that.
I guess, since I have this moment with you all, that the thing I really want to say is . . . thanks. A
humongous thanks to all of you. Thanks for reading Erin's and my story (if you have. If you haven't,
then . . . I guess you really have no idea what's going on. But that's okay. This blog is like that—
sometimes no one really knows what's going on.) (Um, don't tell Donna I said that.) ; )
But I mean it. About saying thanks. You bet. Up one side and down the other. Thanks for reading,
and thanks for being such an encouragement to Erin and I and to Donna. Just this week she's gotten
several e-mails from readers—who are instantly good friends just by making the effort. She's heard
from her friend in Australia who is absolutely cool. She also heard from a friend in England,
wanting to order book three. Plus friends in North Carolina, Florida, Pennsylvania, and all over the
Northwest. Very cool.
This whole thing has been a weird ride, but yeah, it's been a blast too. I mean, how weird is it for
me to see my story in a book? And not just one book, but now three? With one more (at least, as
far as we know) on the way? Wow. It's very weird. But very cool too.
Reading the reviews with Donna has been . . . weird. I can hear her heart pumping as she's about to
start reading one—literally hear it. It must be about to burst inside her. And then she reads it, and
if it's a good review, she smiles it off. But if it's a bad review, and there have been plenty of those,
her heart beats like that for hours. Poor girl. I want to tell her it's okay, to forget it and move on . . .
but much like me in book three, I guess . . . sometimes it's hard to forget.
But she does, eventually. So keep those reviews and cards and letters coming!
This is fun. I feel like I have the world at my fingertips and can say anything I want. Donna should
have thought twice before giving me the password to her Typepad page.
But, for now, I guess I'll quit. Lots to do at home. Yeah, Maddie's been sick, and Stewart needs to
have his tank changed. Jason is fine. Still working too hard, as always. Jason Jr. just had a
birthday. He turned four last week. He looks so much like his daddy (without the whiskers) it
takes my breath away. Especially when he's sleeping.
So, I guess I'll git for now.
Later gators,
Chris
June 05, 2006
Hey everyone. Yeah, it's me, Chris. Chris McIntyre, for those of you who may not have read the
previous posts. Donna's off to Washington this week for a meeting with the Northwest Christian
Writers group. They actually invited her to talk to them about all that's been going on with her.
She's delighted, I can tell. It's good to see her delighted. Especially with the sales report bomb that
recently dropped into her lap.
Ooooo . . . that's not a good mental picture. If she was here, she'd edit that part for sure.
Anyway, she's not here, and she won't be here for at least a week. Not only will she be in
Washington, but she's planning (finally) to go on a huge sand-dollar hunting trip on Tuesday, and
then to head on down to Florence (finally) for the weekend. She was long overdue for that.
I guess, since I have this moment with you all, that the thing I really want to say is . . . thanks. A
humongous thanks to all of you. Thanks for reading Erin's and my story (if you have. If you haven't,
then . . . I guess you really have no idea what's going on. But that's okay. This blog is like that—
sometimes no one really knows what's going on.) (Um, don't tell Donna I said that.) ; )
But I mean it. About saying thanks. You bet. Up one side and down the other. Thanks for reading,
and thanks for being such an encouragement to Erin and I and to Donna. Just this week she's gotten
several e-mails from readers—who are instantly good friends just by making the effort. She's heard
from her friend in Australia who is absolutely cool. She also heard from a friend in England,
wanting to order book three. Plus friends in North Carolina, Florida, Pennsylvania, and all over the
Northwest. Very cool.
This whole thing has been a weird ride, but yeah, it's been a blast too. I mean, how weird is it for
me to see my story in a book? And not just one book, but now three? With one more (at least, as
far as we know) on the way? Wow. It's very weird. But very cool too.
Reading the reviews with Donna has been . . . weird. I can hear her heart pumping as she's about to
start reading one—literally hear it. It must be about to burst inside her. And then she reads it, and
if it's a good review, she smiles it off. But if it's a bad review, and there have been plenty of those,
her heart beats like that for hours. Poor girl. I want to tell her it's okay, to forget it and move on . . .
but much like me in book three, I guess . . . sometimes it's hard to forget.
But she does, eventually. So keep those reviews and cards and letters coming!
This is fun. I feel like I have the world at my fingertips and can say anything I want. Donna should
have thought twice before giving me the password to her Typepad page.
But, for now, I guess I'll quit. Lots to do at home. Yeah, Maddie's been sick, and Stewart needs to
have his tank changed. Jason is fine. Still working too hard, as always. Jason Jr. just had a
birthday. He turned four last week. He looks so much like his daddy (without the whiskers) it
takes my breath away. Especially when he's sleeping.
So, I guess I'll git for now.
Later gators,
Chris
June 05, 2006
She's Here But She's Not Here
So I'll take over again.
Hey, everyone! This is Chris again. Yep, Donna's here, but she's slugging around like someone
who needs a few vitamin pills and a huge mug of tea. The leaded kind. Funny, how she hates even
the smell of coffee. That's what she really needs. A serious double shot of espresso would do the
trick.
I'm trying not to crack up. After her trip to Washington for the Northwest Christian Writers meeting
(which she loved, by the way), she went on a major sand dollar hunting trip on Tuesday and walked
at least ten miles up and back the Netarts Spit at Cape Lookout. A quabozillion broken sand dollar
pieces, but only 21 perfect and whole ones. That's only two per mile. Yikes. No wonder she's
lookin' a bit . . . rough around the edges. She says she's a bit sore. Her back and legs. Yep. She
looks it. But she'll get over it.
She's off to Florence this weekend for her birthday. She's finally past 40. You know, once you're
41, being 40 loses its sting. But hey. What do I know. I just turned 39. I'm still young. ; )
39????????? How is that possible?
Oh, Becky Miller, please come and tell me how to be a Supermom. I adore my two little ones,
Maddie and Jase Jr., and even my big baby, my sweet Jason Sloan. But they sometimes make
me . . . tired. Okay, most of the time. All of the time?
See why I love hanging around with Donna? It's so quiet here. And the view is awesome. Beats
my view of Kimberley Street. But I love it. It still seems strange that I've been living in a city
for . . . ten years now? Has it really been ten years?
Wow, now I'm feeling like I need a serious double shot of espresso. But Donna's making tea, so I
guess that'll have to do.
Take care, everyone! Talk to you again soon.
Chris
June 08, 2006
So I'll take over again.
Hey, everyone! This is Chris again. Yep, Donna's here, but she's slugging around like someone
who needs a few vitamin pills and a huge mug of tea. The leaded kind. Funny, how she hates even
the smell of coffee. That's what she really needs. A serious double shot of espresso would do the
trick.
I'm trying not to crack up. After her trip to Washington for the Northwest Christian Writers meeting
(which she loved, by the way), she went on a major sand dollar hunting trip on Tuesday and walked
at least ten miles up and back the Netarts Spit at Cape Lookout. A quabozillion broken sand dollar
pieces, but only 21 perfect and whole ones. That's only two per mile. Yikes. No wonder she's
lookin' a bit . . . rough around the edges. She says she's a bit sore. Her back and legs. Yep. She
looks it. But she'll get over it.
She's off to Florence this weekend for her birthday. She's finally past 40. You know, once you're
41, being 40 loses its sting. But hey. What do I know. I just turned 39. I'm still young. ; )
39????????? How is that possible?
Oh, Becky Miller, please come and tell me how to be a Supermom. I adore my two little ones,
Maddie and Jase Jr., and even my big baby, my sweet Jason Sloan. But they sometimes make
me . . . tired. Okay, most of the time. All of the time?
See why I love hanging around with Donna? It's so quiet here. And the view is awesome. Beats
my view of Kimberley Street. But I love it. It still seems strange that I've been living in a city
for . . . ten years now? Has it really been ten years?
Wow, now I'm feeling like I need a serious double shot of espresso. But Donna's making tea, so I
guess that'll have to do.
Take care, everyone! Talk to you again soon.
Chris
June 08, 2006
By the Way . . .
As I'm sipping tea and watching pelicans fly over the crashing waves, I just wanted to remind you
that Donna has posted a new photo gallery for her sand dollar hunting trip last Tuesday. Click here
to take a look.
Later, gators!
Chris
June 08, 2006
As I'm sipping tea and watching pelicans fly over the crashing waves, I just wanted to remind you
that Donna has posted a new photo gallery for her sand dollar hunting trip last Tuesday. Click here
to take a look.
Later, gators!
Chris
June 08, 2006
Check It Out
Ahh, I don't care. Not at all. But I still get a serious kick out of . . . that face. The first time Chris
(my character of an imaginary friend) saw it, she said, "Nice picture of Rinny. Too bad they gave
her such dark eyes."
I said to Chris, "Um . . . girl? That's supposed to be you."
And you should have seen the look on her face. So to speak.
But then I showed her the Aveeno ad, and she said, "See? I told you that was Erin. Look at those
pale blue eyes."
And sure enough . . .
Ahh . . . gotta love this job.
VcD,
donna
September 14, 2006
(my character of an imaginary friend) saw it, she said, "Nice picture of Rinny. Too bad they gave
her such dark eyes."
I said to Chris, "Um . . . girl? That's supposed to be you."
And you should have seen the look on her face. So to speak.
But then I showed her the Aveeno ad, and she said, "See? I told you that was Erin. Look at those
pale blue eyes."
And sure enough . . .
Ahh . . . gotta love this job.
VcD,
donna
September 14, 2006
Isn't that cool?
One of my best friends found the ad in her
Organic Life magazine. Two other
friends cut the page out and sent it to me.
Don't know where they found it. Probably
on the page opposite the CitriCal ad? Do
ya think? (CitriCal, being famous for their
"Stand Strong" ad campaign, just in time
for Zondervan to pick a title for my fourth
book . . .)
Anyway . . .
One of my best friends found the ad in her
Organic Life magazine. Two other
friends cut the page out and sent it to me.
Don't know where they found it. Probably
on the page opposite the CitriCal ad? Do
ya think? (CitriCal, being famous for their
"Stand Strong" ad campaign, just in time
for Zondervan to pick a title for my fourth
book . . .)
Anyway . . .
Does she look familiar? I'll give you a
hint. Okay, four of them.
hint. Okay, four of them.
Pretty cool, huh? I just about totally cracked up when I first saw it at CBD. And, of course, I just
had to razz Gayle about it. She told me that after several rejected covers for Allah's Fire she said to
the designers at Multnomah, "Look at Donna Fleisher's book. Can't we do it like that?" Well, I
guess they could. And they did!
Looks freaky having them side by side like that, huh. And the funniest thing of all? I think Gayle's
lady looks more like Chris than mine. Whaddaya think?
Ahh, too much fun. Or, just maybe . . . not enough? I'll let you decide.
VcD,
donna
September 18, 2006
had to razz Gayle about it. She told me that after several rejected covers for Allah's Fire she said to
the designers at Multnomah, "Look at Donna Fleisher's book. Can't we do it like that?" Well, I
guess they could. And they did!
Looks freaky having them side by side like that, huh. And the funniest thing of all? I think Gayle's
lady looks more like Chris than mine. Whaddaya think?
Ahh, too much fun. Or, just maybe . . . not enough? I'll let you decide.
VcD,
donna
September 18, 2006
One More Interesting Thing
Just For Fun
Just for fun, this is what Chris really looks like.
I knew this was her from the first split-second I laid
eyes on the picture. (It's actually of a Mesa State
College student in a pix taken for a MSC brochure.
MSC is in Grand Junction, Colorado—bet you know
the place well, Mibby and Patti!)
Not sure if she's Aveeno quality, but she works for me. : )
VcD,
donna
P.S. Erin's pix is in the photo albums over there to the left. Click on "The Photo." (In the pix, she's
the one on the left.) I'm still hoping someone will someday say, "Hey, that's me!" That would be
positively way too cool. Talk about a lady with stories to tell.
September 19, 2006
Just for fun, this is what Chris really looks like.
I knew this was her from the first split-second I laid
eyes on the picture. (It's actually of a Mesa State
College student in a pix taken for a MSC brochure.
MSC is in Grand Junction, Colorado—bet you know
the place well, Mibby and Patti!)
Not sure if she's Aveeno quality, but she works for me. : )
VcD,
donna
P.S. Erin's pix is in the photo albums over there to the left. Click on "The Photo." (In the pix, she's
the one on the left.) I'm still hoping someone will someday say, "Hey, that's me!" That would be
positively way too cool. Talk about a lady with stories to tell.
September 19, 2006
