When Faith Meets Fiction
Why should Christian stories be sanitized and emotionally sterile when real life is raw, complicated, and often bruised around the edges?
The best Christian fiction nourishes while it entertains. It takes readers on journeys through deep trenches, where despair reigns and grace feels out of reach and undeserved. It shows God at work and reflects the human condition through a lens of faith, hope, and redemption.
Engaging the gritty realities of life doesn't diminish the gospel--it magnifies it. A good Christian novelist flicks on the lights as mercy steps into the muck to extend the hand of grace, gently introducing readers to a loving God, and reaching them in ways a preachy sermon never could.
Somewhere, a reader is sitting in the darkness, wondering if grace can reach that far. I want to write stories that whisper, "Yes, even there."
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About Me
In 2015, I landed a literary agent who sold my debut novel to a small press. Like every other newb, I envisioned book tours and signings, Oprah holding my book and declaring, "You need to read this," and, of course, the phone call that begins with, "Hi, I'm Big Hollywood Producer. We'd like to turn your book into a movie."
Four books later, reality set in: none of that was going to happen. I quickly learned that writing a book is the easiest part of the process. Did you know authors are expected to market their own books? Neither did I! It felt like I was the only one not making money, which was okay, because I never wrote to get rich. I wrote because I liked telling stories, loved entertaining, and thought it was cool that I could lead people on a journey through my own head.
Then, the market went bonkers, and I (not a diverse author) and my genre (historical romance) both tanked. The 2020 election and Covid hit, and people got ugly.
Pushed aside by my opinions and decisions, I spent time with the Word, and deepened my relationship with God. Looking back, I know now He was preparing me for the worst sucker-punch of all: cancer.
The husband I met online in 2005, married in 2008, and fought for four years to import, had melanoma. Priorities changed. Writing fell by the wayside as my man became my sole earthly focus.
My agent retired. My publisher went out of business. Worst of all, in May of 2025, my husband passed away. You'll probably find a lot of raw grief in my blog for a while, and I hope you'll be patient as I figure out who I am now. I've been stripped bare. I'm learning how to live alone, watching and waiting for God to illuminate the path He has for me.
In the meantime, I write the books I longed for while trudging through the worst five years of my life. I'm starting over. Emerging from the cocoon as a different creature altogether. So strap in and follow my flight as I unfurl my wings and make the journey I never requested but am willing to take.
I am not alone. We are not alone. We're still here, which means there's work to do. Let's get at it, shall we?