Okay, so I'm not really awarding a steaming plate of fried poultry, but I am announcing the winner of The Captive Heart Christmas contest. Pull out your twang-doodle-horns and blow a few trills for . . .
Ba-da-bang! Ba-da-boom! And a huge thanks to all those who entered. Don't worry, kids, there will be more contests coming up in 2017.
I hear voices. Loud. Incessant. And very real. Which basically gives me
two options: choke back massive amounts of Prozac or write fiction. I chose the
latter. Way cheaper. I've been writing since I discovered blank wall space and
Crayolas. I seek to glorify God in all that I write...except for that graffiti
phase I went through as a teenager. Oops. Did I say that out loud?