Last Sunday I had a nice time out with two of my sisters, visiting the Scarborough Renaissance Festival up in Waxahachie, Texas. You see, it works like this—I am the oldest. Then there is Sister 2 (Hannah.) She got married at this Renaissance Festival in 2018. So when Sister 3 (Andrea) invited Sister 4 (Marianne) and I to go with her this month, I agreed because I wanted to see the pavilion where the wedding was held. The wedding day had been freaky—extremely cold for the time of year and we were freezing our toes off standing outside, some of us in costumes. (Me personally in plain street clothes, but still cold.) Think Pepa's wedding day being ruined by a hurricane type of freak weather. Encanto!

Wedding pictures were cut short because of the cold. Sister 4 and I went back to thaw out in our motel and didn't stay to enjoy the icy, windy Faire. Which meant, I realized when I revisited it, that I'd missed 98% of it. It was nostalgic to see the Pavilion again, now filled with some sort of crowd, so I didn't enter it because I was afraid I would disturb an event. I had really wanted to sit again on the bench I had sat at during the wedding to take a trip down memory lane. But this visit was different—hot and humid. I saw some jousting (huzzah), toured many shops but purchased only a few things, learned court dances, and admired some majestic birds of prey and the great skill of falconers who run a non-profit that cares for injured birds of prey.

Here are some pictures of the bits of merchandise that I got. A set of art cards signed by the artist; a little pottery sculpture of mushrooms (my aunt used to make things like this); some tiny earrings from a shopkeeper who helped us out and then we bought from him; and specialty lip butter from Sister 3, who likes the soap and candle stores in the Faire. I did not notice until Sister 4 pointed it out to me, but I bought the lip butter flavor Redrum—which is actually murdeR spelled backwards. Wow. Not sure what to think about that!​

​I also got some business cards made last week (finally) as well as some bookmarks, which means I now have something to give people when they ask about my work. I've been meaning to do this for literally years, but never got around to it. My first efforts at business cards were homemade affairs, about 15 years ago, because I couldn't afford anything else, but recently I've often wished I had real business cards or bookmarks to hand out. So I got those done at last—more pro than the last time!--so my name and website are written down and people can remember them after talking to me.

By the time many of you are reading this, it will be Christmas Day. I am currently spending time with my family and my sister, who I visited last month, has returned the favor and come down to join us this month. I hope that all of you have a lovely Christmas Day with your loved ones. Even those of you who are not Christians or who do not celebrate this holiday might appreciate the day off from work and the general spirit of peace and friendliness that is an expected item of this season.

Every little kid is told you have to be good at least once or you won’t get ANY gifts. (This is one of the reasons peace and friendliness become so common this time of year, as many people clock in their last-minute acts of kindness. 😊) And the holidays are one of the few times of year when people lay off some of their disdain for talking about money. After all, we all know someone less fortunate than we are and this is a time of year when we reflect on it. Even in our own families, some people are able to afford more or nicer or newer gifts to give, while others simply give what they can. And I know in my own family there is never any jealousy, backstabbing, or pride about that. It doesn’t matter WHAT you get. It’s that someone cared enough to give you a sign of affection and love.

That’s what Christmas is all about—doing what you can, not competing with others, is what matters. Christ, whose birth is celebrated during this holiday, once praised a woman who was very poor. But she still gave the tiny amount that she was able—a mite, in fact—to the temple. He approved of her more than many who gave bigger gifts that meant little to them. Because for her, that tiny donation was a true sacrifice and a sign of her love for God.

During this season, churches offer chances to donate gifts to charities around town. Our church has a display for several charities with a Christmas tree for each one and every year we buy a little gift to give to a stranger--someone unknown. They need basic pajamas and personal care items, T-shirts and sports clothes for youth events, gift cards for supplies and food, winter clothes—and God. When people are cold and selfish to others, their chance to reflect God’s nature is lost. Instead, the less fortunate see a world that doesn’t care about them and a God who is far away. Deep inside, many of us feel we’re the “less fortunate” at times. Almost everyone knows someone who they think is doing better than they are. It’s hard to admit someone might see US as fortunate and it takes humility to accept that and give what we can even if we feel we are not doing as well as we’d like.
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After all, this is a bad world. Nobody is doing as well as they should. Nobody is perfect. And nobody has an excuse not to care about the person next to them.

My book The Birthday Present is about a tough world (think post-apocalyptic) with a lot of income disparity. But that doesn’t mean all hope is lost—especially when people you didn’t expect to be the good guys turn out to surprise you. 😊

Life after the apocalypse is supposed to be simple.

World collapse is absolutely bad news. A disaster of the worst order. And when it was generated by the rising of engineered mutants who created an autocracy whose sole purpose seems to be to trample on humans, it's inevitable that the world is filled with so many injustices you lose track of counting them on your fingers. Humans are also said to be extinct. And mutants are supposedly oppressors, never victims. Oh, and mutants are never out to get each other, only humans. In short, there can be a lot of assumptions about the distant future.

The one thing that is certain, though, is that some people in this bleak world have a lot more money than others. In this pair of novelettes, two girls (Lucy a human and Alyce a mutant) find themselves tangled up with the rich and famous of the millennium following ours. Lucy is a bubbly and reckless girl who befriends every boy she meets and Alyce is patient and tolerant to an extreme. But Lucy has a little nefarious scheme under her sleeve and Alyce, it seems, does have a limit to her patience after someone tries to kill her simply for being related to someone else.

I mean, who wouldn't get annoyed by that, right?

And there will be more updates.

It’s a pretty good bet a lot of you are getting ready for the holidays, right? 😊

Of course, for many Christians like myself (as well as a hefty chunk of Americans who aren’t Christians but celebrate our biggest and most popular holiday anyway) it’s about Christmas. The year-end festival devoted to commemorating Christ’s birth. But by holidays this year I really do mean what I say, because the last 3 weeks have been Thanksgiving, Christmas, and birthday all rolled into one!

Thanksgiving we visited my sister in Oklahoma, as I mentioned last newsletter, and while there we went to see a Christmas lights show and did some ice skating. There was a small rink with very rough ice on the outskirts of the light displays, so the four of us sisters had a lot of fun there. For two of us, including me, it was a first to ever try to put on skates and hobble around the rink as true beginners, gripping the sides for support. I fell on my right side when I got going a little faster and developed a big bruise over the next few days. Lol My married sister said she’s still pretty bad at skating but it appears her husband is a natural—although he didn’t join us to skate that evening, so I didn’t get to see for myself.

Next day they gave me an early birthday gift while attempting to visit a park with a waterfall—Turner Falls. Unfortunately, it was closed. Only 2 days in the year it’s closed and that day was one of them. But I got some really nice pics of the scenery from a distance, climbing around some rocks, and spent some quality time with family as we posed for group pictures. We used to do this years ago, but have not got together to do it for a long time.

Then this Wednesday was my birthday. Yes, I was born the day after Pearl Harbor Day and it seems, from anecdotes, that the doctors who delivered me discussed Pearl Harbor while I was being born. Go figure. 😊 Monday was very close to the day and there was a lovely concert of religious music held at Baylor University by a small student choir. They perform this every year in the Armstrong Browning Library, a simply gorgeous little building dedicated entirely to the poets Robert and Elizabeth Browning. I snapped a few pics of the room and the singers (who are DIMLY VISIBLE in the extreme front of one shot) although the pics just really don’t do it justice. It was a beautiful place and a perfect evening.

Here's a link to a video I took while riding in a horse-drawn carriage. It really captures the sights and sounds of the Christmas lights show.

And here are a few pics from various places I went.

Which brings me to the point—during this holiday season, which is centered around an event meaningful to a particular religion, the thought at hand for everyone is “what do you believe?” Because everyone has a philosophy or religion of some sort. I won’t be presenting any review copies this week since I doubt anyone has time to review for the next couple weeks. But I’ve done a nice, snappy little overhaul of the interior formatting and descriptions for all 11 books. I also added little 5-page teaser scenes about the next installment in the backs of the Palladia Trilogy books, something I'd been needing to do for a while. And I’ll leave you with thoughts about Facets of Fantasy, a book that is all about what the characters believe morally and philosophically. 😊