So I won a scholarship from Cec Murphey to attend a writer's conference in May.  I'm already stalking all the presenters who will be there--just on Facebook, so don't worry.

My ACFW chapter awarded a couple scholarships to our IDAhope Writer's Conference last month.  The best essay entry was from a woman who lives in a shelter.  She compared her desire to have her writing published to the desire of a little boy who caught a big fish and is not strong enough to carry it far enough to show anybody.  I learned a lot from her humility.  Beautiful.

Here's an analogy of my own.  Writing a novel that no publisher will buy is like training for a race, setting up on the blocks, then finding out the starter pistol is broken.  I've had a few too many false starts.  Now I'm ready to run.  Thanks, Cec!