I once heard that the hardest time to be serious is when you're not supposed to laugh. I experienced that first-hand tonight. We went to a reunion with my dad's boyhood church. They were speaking about how this pastor had influenced their lives and I could not stop laughing. I felt really disrespectful, but I couldn't help myself. I don't know why. It didn't help that Emma and Abby were joining in. Finally, we just went into the bathroom and let it all out. It was so funny:)
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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