The New Zealand Herald, Upcoming Book Release, and Other Interesting Ramblings


Last Friday, I was enjoying the last afternoon of the holidays by drinking too much coffee, wearing shabby clothes, and playing online boggle. Then my cell phone went off, and The New Zealand Herald wanted an interview. A photographer was coming my way. My first internal response was: “Yes…aaargh!” After a frantic change of clothes, a hasty and painful make up session, and several minutes spent trying unsuccessfully to calm myself down, I was ready for my interview (kind of). The whole thing actually went off really well and even though I was terrified of the camera, we got through it in the end. Here’s the link. The article appeared on page three of the physical copy of The New Zealand Herald.

Now I’m back to school, but I’m still taking a bit of time to get excited about the release of book three on October 20th. It’s starting to sink in that after this I’ll have a long break. And while I’m keen for the break from deadlines, I don’t want books five, six, and seven to be left in the lurch. However, I’m praying that God will provide as he did with books one to four. Who knows?

Servant of the King, book three of The Fledgling Account, is up for preorder. If you like outrageously busy fantasy fiction that wallops you in the eye, feel free to check it out.

The Pros and Cons of Deadlines


Deadlines are sort of like giant hammers.

They’re very unpleasant to be on the other end of.

Deadlines are like asteroids.

They can kill you at a blow.

Deadlines are like vampires.

They drain you of life and health

(And make you pale, skinny, and lethargic).

On the other hand,

Deadlines are a fantastic excuse to have coffee.

They make Facebook look one hundred percent more interesting.

YouTube turns into a magnet.

Chocolate becomes the staple of your diet.

When people start to write to you and ask you

“How far away are you from meeting this deadline?”

You turn into an ogre and want to yell at everything.

But you reply all nice and politely and try to act sane

Even though your brain is putrefying

And spilling out of your ears.

Once you have met your deadline,

You transform magically into a really nice person.

You feel all accomplished.

You go around drinking wine and spending time with people –

Until the next deadline comes around

And turns you into a raging hermit

Who eats unhealthy food and never exercises.

Prophecy Fulfilled


To move from fiercest longing
(Missing your presence
The firebrand of your story)
To the last consummation of all hope…
This is blessing, light indeed.

I look on you, but not your face –
Rather the radiance of your desire,
Which, like mine, seemed so distant
So very unreachable.

Here we are together
Two names sharing one cover.
Many prayers, many years,
Long lamentation
Final jubilation.
Look down, Father, on the gift
You have placed in my praying hands.
You have established it.
It is good.
It is very good indeed.