In fifth grade I wrote a novel in a spiral-bound notebook and read it to my classmates during English
class. In sixth grade I wrote a book called The Water Cycle, my first nonfiction effort, describing how water travels from raindrop to faucet. I copied the manuscript carefully into the small blank book, bound in wallpaper scraps, that my teacher gave me. Sometime around 1985, a chapbook of my poetry was published. My husband found a used copy on Amazon.com and bought it not too long ago. He’s sweet that way.
If I could find that copy, I would tell you the publisher’s name.
Small Servings of a Big God is my first “real” book and my first effort at a real-book-length manuscript.
I have no idea when this book will see print. But writing it pleases me, because it pleases Him.
You can learn more about Small Servings here.