Trail to William Faulkner Home,  Oxford, MS Amazing That God Shows His Approval In Such Splendid Ways. December 17, 1870 Joab rode up on the campus about ten minutes before noon, the first to arrive, so he thought. He sat on his horse for a moment, breathing deep. The cold air refreshed him. He was handsome in his dark denim trousers and the only white shirt he owned. Mrs. Raines had starched and meticulously ironed it. The pleats lay in tight creases across the front and the blousy sleeves fluttered in the slightest December wind. His hair was clean and straight, barely touching his shoulders. His face was clean shaven. He wore no hat, not wishing to accentuate any cowlicks today. Drawing a deep breath, he exhaled and relaxed as best he could on such a glorious occasion, prayed that amidst the unsteadiness of the times this would be one perfect day. When he looked up, wagons full of people and riders on horseback were coming out of the woods on that end of The University

It's Publishing Time I haven't posted here in a while.  My time is consumed with getting  JOAB ready for the publisher.  It is a grueling process.  My publishing consultant  called this morning,  just getting everything  aligned for me.  They are so helpful,  but the majority of the  work always falls on the author,  whether you self-publish  or publish with an agent.  It is now old hat with me,  JOAB being my seventh book  to get to the publisher.  Four of them are my own ;  three are clients' books.  And I'm constantly  interrupted by—well by life.  It does go on.  I'm thankful for some  getaway places . I have to change it up from time to time. Familiarity, you know. And then people start to know you, and you get nothing done. But talk! And then there is the marketing.  Press releases, scheduling signings and events.  T his will be my best year for events and signings.  I have scheduled four out of eight signings I