If you’ve ever wanted to be a writer, if you have a book in your head but not in your computer, if you don’t know where to begin or are wondering if it will ever end…welcome to the club.

2019 was the “Year of the Book”. I threw down the gauntlet on my office floor, and there it remains until my historical fiction is published. Or I am dead. One or the other. I recently gave it a good dusting. Then I drew a chalk outline around it. In case you’re wondering how this ends.

I took the San Diego Writers Ink year-long Novel Writing Certification Program and finished with a completed first draft in hand. 2020 finds me attending small groups for critique, rewrites, and polishing. Apparently, you can’t rush genius. Unless you participate in NaNoWriMo. When you do that, you take genius by the ear and hurl it through walls. Just for fun.

Join me for the journey by signing up for my monthly Newsletter in the sidebar. Discover new books, watch the progress, and read excerpts from my draft, with fun opportunities for your feedback. At the moment, the novel is over 92,000 words! Of course, I still need a title for it. There’s that.

What’s this novel about, you ask? Here’s my synopsis as of February:

In Roman conquered Israel, two sisters break tradition to raise their baby brother and keep their home intact. Jesus’ rising ministry begins challenging the status quo, both personal and global. When their brother dies and Jesus resurrects him, the women must decide whether to risk violence, rejection, and losing everything they spent their lives fighting for, to protect Jesus.

Jubal, the goat shepherd


Ithamar and Ishvi work the date palms


Figs, pomegranates, dates, olives, grapes…


Food is medicine


And some things cannot be explained