Former mega-star Broadway producer/director Ken Christopher couldn’t be lower. In one ugly move he lost it all. To make ends meet he accepted a job as music director of a Baptist church in Tennessee. There is one slight glitch, he’s an atheist. While the church members aren’t too happy with the choice, the administrator is overjoyed. She wanted fame and fortune for the church, Ken will bring that in. While the administrator is pushing God to the side, God has other plans for Ken, the Church, and a girl with an amazing voice.
My name is Daniel Jo Peyton. I was born in 1982 in Stillwater Oklahoma, home town of OSU. My life there was as basic as anyone living on the flat lands of the Midwest, baking in the sun, freezing in the winters, running from tornadoes in the between, and enjoying the vast expanse of life around you. I grew up with an older brother who was more into sports than I, a father who was a pastor and also a human resource manager at a factory in town, and a mother who went back to college when I started first grade. I spent a lot of time with mom at the University, mostly in the music department. I loved being on stage and being around others who were as stage friendly as I. That eventually led to me joining a Dance company when I was in fourth grade. I was a large kid, still am, and I towered over everyone. But, no one could deny that I was an enthusiastic dancer. I tapped mostly, I tried Jazz dancing, and a little ballet, but soon enough I knew that Tap was my passion. I loved it. As I grew up, my friends, mostly guys that is, would ask me why I would want to be a dancer. That seemed so girly to them. My answer was always the same, If I want to be around half naked, hot sweaty men, I would play sports. In the dance school, I was one guy in a whole company of girls, all of which were very easy on the eyes. Of course, I was always first a dancer, but I didn't argue with the side effects. Also in fourth grade, I encountered something knew, writing. My fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Rogers, had us write for half an hour each day. It could be anything from poetry to catching up with school work. Just write. I started with some poems and tongue twisters, then I delved into novels. Okay, so my first novel was four pages long, and that was pencil on wide rule paper, but for a fourth grader, that was pretty good ( If I do say so myself). The story I remember to this day, The Adventures of Private Eye Peyton. A fan of the 80's detective shows, I decided to try my hand at one. It was silly to say the least, but it started me on something that I couldn't put down. I wrote, and I wrote. I wrote every time I got the chance. First on basic paper, the on a typewriter. Yes, computers existed, but they were pretty expensive at that age, and we simply didn't need one. But, I didn't care. I started off trying to write my own stories for my favorite show, Star Trek. To this day, I have written well over 9 novels about a cast of characters set in the Star Trek universe. In 2001, my father got a job at a company in Morristown Tennessee, ( East Tennessee that is) and we up and moved out east. It was a culture shock for us, as we had lived in the flatlands for years, for me it was my entire life. Now, we were in the mountains of smoke and history. We settled in as best as we could. There I started my junior year of high school. After that, I went on to the little community college here in town for a while and decided that I wasn't clear on a path for college just yet, and went to work at a Video Store. All the while, I continued to write. After a number of years working for the video store, a new manager decided he didn't quite like me and found a reason to fire me. It was devastating, but I found inspiration in it. I started to write a novel that was outside my normal genre, it would be pure fantasy. Using details of my life in both Oklahoma and East Tennessee, I constructed a simple, yet fun little fantasy that centered around a character based on yours truly. The book got published and is currently available, The Jalan Chronicles: The Eyes of Amaterasu. This was not the success that I had hoped for. I did book readings, went to speak at schools, and eventually translated it into an ebook on Kindle. In 2002 I joined the EGA, the Embroiders Guild of America. I like to stitch now and then and found friends among the ladies. In 2008, the president of our local chapter announced that the theme for the Share-a-Stitch convention would be Stitching Magic. I kn