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Update on my WriteMind Planner

Well, I was frustrated. I couldn't find a planner like I wanted and I tried using my phone but my brain wasn't accepting that. And I realized that I have an awesome WriteMind Planner and I know that there monthly and weekly planning sheets for it. However, long-term and short-term it isn't cheap unless...I could print my own.
I went on a little shopping spree. I bought a $19 dollar punch and $25 dollars in digital sheets (most of that was for the basic writing package).
It took me a few tries of figuring out where I needed to use the punch so the sheets lined up. I was very excited because I had run out of character sheets about three months ago.
Now, at how nice that looks

My weekly sheets. I use the plastic bookmark that I bought with my original WriteMind purchase to mark the current week.
I really enjoy the colorful sticky tabs I bought to separate projects.
So that is it! The WriteMind Planner comes to my rescue again.

Kindle Fun

So, earlier this year, I spent a lot of money on myself. I bought myself Amazon Prime for a year. It was probably the most I've spent on myself and entertainment for quite a few months. Because I'm a Prime member, Amazon offered me three months of Kindle Unlimited for $2. Yes,  I did it and I've already read three books and loved all of them.


I'm trying to catch up on all my book reviews. but, with how my writing has been, that has been coming along slowly. And that isn't keeping me from reading. Right now I'm reading these lovely books.

What are you reading right now?

My Bookshelf Part 4

Hiking, Writing and... more writing

Life has been crazy busy and pretty amazing too. Starting with the first ever Central Texas Homeschooled Authors retreat! Aren't these ladies lovely? We had some amazing time together. We shared writing advice, I tested out my speech for Colorado (it was a hit by the way). We had a lot of good food, fellowship, and fun.
I got some new, fun things for my WriteMind Planner. More of that coming later this week!
Rose and I took a four-mile hike at a state park. It was lovely!
Yeah, we were tired, but we had a lot of fun.
What have you been up to?

Epiphany at Three in the Morning

It's 3:00am, and I'm wide awake. Oh, don't worry. I've been sound asleep. I've slept very well despite the fact that I'm not in my own home. I woke up because my dreams were odd. You know the kind. They are not nightmares, they are the kind that are brought on by to much of something. Too much food, too much built up frustration, or (as in my case) too much TV. I watched three episodes of a show before bed, on top of the three the day before. That might not sound like excessive to you, but I knew it was for me. I didn't even enjoy the show yet I felt like I needed to watch some while I could.

So why am I up at 3:00am writing this? Because I woke up, checked to make sure I hadn't woken because something was needed and then started praying. As I was praying, I think I was nudged by Jesus to think about why I would waste my time like that. It didn't use to be like me. I mean, a few years ago during a time of depression it was but this is different. I asked God to give me the wisdom to see why I would feel compelled to keep watching when I didn't even feel like it. The answer was pretty easy.

I was hiding.

Odd, as I have thought I've been doing pretty well at facing things head on of late. Perhaps I have, but I was still hiding. Friendships have been complicated, my life is very different at this point then I thought it would be, and my body still can't keep up with everyone else. Yes, I was hiding. Hiding from sending texts to that friend because sometimes I second guess that they are welcome or not. Hiding the fact my heart is breaking that two kids I've watched grow up are headed out of my life. Hiding my frustration that I can't seem to get through to a sibling. Hiding from being overwhelmed by the amount I need to do.

Movies and games are great places to hide. I don't have to think, I don't have to feel (not really). I can just turn off my brain and watch the story unfold. It isn't like the books I read where I'm confronted by the message, see myself in the characters, and sometimes even moved to tears because I know the feeling.

Here, at 3:00am, I will ask God's forgiveness for the time I've wasted. I will ask Him to help me to stop hiding. I will change my habits and find ways to rest my brain, to give it the break it needs without hiding.

What has God been teaching you?

Kate's Dilemma Pre-order

I'm so excited! Finally, after far too long, the third book in Kate's Case Files series is available for pre-order! I'm very excited to share this story with all of you! Are you ready for Kate's Dilemma?
Kate can’t stay with the team any longer. She has worked for too long to keep the walls around her heart and around her past to allow the team to tear them down now. She doesn’t think they can handle what is behind them; she’s not sure she can. Heading to Charleston with the team on one last case, she and Brian go undercover as brother and sister to find out if a young musician is profiting from illegal activity.
Patrick is going undercover as a summer student at the University of Charleston. He tries to befriend the sister of a suspected drug runner, but nothing is coming easily. The sister won’t trust him, leads keep drying up, and tension in the team is building. When things begin to fall apart, Patrick is convinced that he can fix things, but can he?
For a limited time, you can pre-order it for only $2.99. It will regularly sell at $4.99.
Need to read the first two? You can read them for free on Kindle Unlimited.Kate's InnocenceKate's Capitol

Rent House Adventure

1998 opened with some pretty big changes for our family. My Dad found out his job was moving from South Austin to Round Rock. Not long after, my childhood home sold. God’s timing was once again perfect.

Sarah saw this as a grand adventure. She didn’t understand that hardship of her seventeen-year-old sister, Nicole leaving behind her friends and basketball team. She didn’t understand her parents dread at looking for a new church, a new home, and all that. She excitedly helped back boxes (which no doubt had to be repacked). Enjoyed it when the two Rath boys (who were about Nicole’s age) came and helped us pack up our van and truck and didn’t mind kids running around them.

All the Holman kids, except for Nicole, couldn’t remember living in the city. We were shocked to discover that we had a very, very tiny yard. Imagine our surprise when some neighbors just walked into ours. We were easily scared and quickly decided that indoors was good.

Mom and Dad both slept in a lot of mornings. They were very tired and let us watch more TV. What we didn’t know was that Mom was having horrible pains that the doctors couldn’t explain. We now believe that they were caused by gallstones. Dad had come down with a bad case of bronchitis during the move.

Nicole, even though the move had been hard for her, took us to VBS and to the near-by pool sometimes. She also helped me learn how to operate the TV so that I could turn on Donut Man movies and such in the morning.

Mom and Dad gave Rose and I a huge party for our birthday’s that year. We had a tea party that people remembered for years later. I still remember loving it. It was a dress-up tea and I was a princess and Rose was a ballerina.

We went to a small church that was pretty awesome, though it is the first time I remember getting into a big trouble in a kids group. Rose was obviously autistic. She didn’t get some things. However, I was quick to protect her. I do know that I jumped in sometimes when kids were picking on her and I ended up getting in trouble. Some of the teachers told my parents I was a troublemaker. I also remember that my parents were proud of me. While they always told me to be respectful of the adults and tried to teach me kinder ways to deal with things, they also didn’t want to discourage me from defending Rose.

I was shocked that adults were calling me out as the troublemaker and not the mean kids who were picking on Rose. I was surprised to find that most people were not like my parents. My parents valued a peaceful home, but never at the expense of any of us bulling another. If there was an issue, they would take the time to get to the bottom of the issue, not just punish the loudest kid. As I was tall for my age and possessed a good set of lungs, people assumed I was the one who had instigated the disagreements with the other kids.

More changes were on the horizon for our family in the second half of 1998



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My Bookshelf Part 3

Important Moments

I don’t remember much until I was about six or seven. However, there were some very important things that happened from 1990-1997. This post is going to be a rush through Sarah’s early childhood.
1991 – Rose is born I assumed that Rose was mine. I mean, Mom and Dad brought her home, pulled me into their lap, and them placed Rose into my arms. Obviously, they had given me a gift. While I was only fourteen months old, I would pick her up. Yes, I did drop her. Just be grateful that I was so close to the floor those days. Both Mom and Nicole had to rescue Rose from me, Somehow Rose managed to survive.
1992 – We moved from Dallas to Wimberley.
It is a bit odd, while I don’t remember our house in Plano, I still feel at home in the area. Take me to San Marcos or San Antonio, I feel the same way. It is odd how the places imprint so deeply on us. I happen to know that I was very happy about the move. Up until this point, I hadn’t slept through the night. However, we arrived in Austin and Rose and I shared a bed and both slept through the night. We did better together and away from the neighbor in Plano that played their loud music every night.1993Two things that I don’t remember happened in this year. One was a very happy event. My brother Michael was born. I was very curious about this new edition, as it was very different than my two other siblings.  We also took a trip to Arkansas. During this trip, I started running a fever that kept climbing. This was the day before cell-phones and internet. My parents had rented a cabin and had no idea where the nearest hospital was. Why did they want this? My temperature had climbed to 105 and still climbing.  A long-distance call to a nurse friend gave my mom some ideas that started to bring the fever down. Why is this important? This was the first in what would become a regular occurrence for me. Every four two six weeks, I would run fevers that would often spike to temperatures that pushed me into the danger zone for seizures.
1994 – Sarah starts school and is saved.While Mom had started homeschooling Nicole a couple years before, she was excited to start preschool with me. Mom describes a very disgusted Sarah explaining that she already knew how to read. Mom pulled out one the new reader she had bought to test me. She discovered that, sure enough, somewhere along the way, I had learned to read on my own.It was also, through Nicole, that I came to a saving faith. Some may doubt that a four-year-old can understand enough to come to a saving knowledge of Christ. I, however, have no doubt. I may have come to Christ with a simple faith, but I would have time to grow.Rose joined me for my school work, but she was already showing some signs of being very different from me. Mom had worked with autistic children during her brief time at college and saw the signs. Rose was a classic autistic.
1995 –Grace joins the group Grace was born in July and is still has the distinction of being the perfect baby. She had the cutest little cry that reminded us of a kitten. She also started sleeping through the night at only a week old. Of course, that wasn’t every night, but it was often enough for my Mom.
1996 –A rough yearWhile six-year-old Sarah didn’t understand everything going on, it was obvious that it was a hard year. My Dad had some health challenges, my parents put our house on the market because they felt God was asking them too, even though they didn’t understand. Sarah also continued to undergo testing. While I haven’t mentioned it before, every few months, new tests were ordered to try to figure out why the fever returned every four to six weeks.

1997 – Rebekkah is born


My GrandMary, my mom’s mom, died when she was fifty-six. I remember going up for the funeral, I remember Dad asking me to be a good helper to mommy, as she was sad. Rebekkah came a few months later. I knew Mommy was tired, but I didn’t realize that it was because she had lost a lot of blood with Rebekkah. The midwife actually had debated moving her to the hospital she had lost so much.
The house was still on the market but hadn’t sold. We went into 1998 with a lot of uncertainties. Well, I should say my parents did. My hardships were my math book, wondering if the rain would ruin playing outside, or worrying about my siblings.  However, I do remember a waking up hallucinating because my fever had climbed so high. There were a couple of miserable nights when I would look up praying and wondering if a fever would take my life. After all, everyone seemed very concerned. Contemplating your mortality and seven is not typically I’m told, but it would shape in the future.  

My Bookshelf Part 2