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John-Boy.

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2012

I’m a huge Waltons fan. I mean, I love that show so deeply. It’s a family thing- we were raised on it. It’s also an Appalachian thing- they are my people. So it is what I would deem a life-long love we’ve got going on, me and the Waltons.

Ask any of my friends. It’s my go-to show- the one I want to watch when I need a break, to relax, or if my heart needs to rest. I go to Walton’s Mountain.

[You can make fun of me if you want. I don't care. This is one of those things, like how much I dislike game nights, that I don't waver on even if the peer pressure is extreme.]

[Yes, I hate game nights. We'll talk about it later.]

BACK TO WHAT IS IMPORTANT. THE WALTONS.

This week, my dear friend Kyle is at a cable network convention showing the world how rad INSP Network is [and it is]. I watch INSP Network, like when I’m working a puzzle, because they show the Waltons.

So Kyle instragrams this picture on Tuesday. Can you see the very first comment? It’s me, freaking out that Kyle is standing beside John-Boy Walton.

[You can click on the pic to enlarge it so you can see my comment.]

See, Kyle is a dear friend to me, as close to a big bro as I’ve ever had. So I’m freaking out because I’m literally one very tiny degree from John-Boy Walton.

And then, my phone buzzes.

It’s Kyle, texting me to say that he forgot how much I loved the Waltons and I said “yeah, so much” and then he sent me this picture.

AN AUTOGRAPH. TO ME.

At this point, on a freakout scale of 1 to 10, I’m about a 5. Because that’s amazing.

So I text Kyle back, because I’m very grateful. And here’s our conversation. [I'm blue, he's white, just in case an iPhone isn't your jam.]

JOHN BOY WANTS TO TALK TO ME?!?! ON THE TELEPHONE?!?! HIS REAL VOICE IN REAL TIME INTO MY REAL EAR??!?

And now, on the freakout scale, I’m a 9. Losing control of my hands and my lungs.

I think, “I can’t. I can’t do it. I’ll act like an idiot. I can’t breathe. Oh heavens. Oh no oh no oh no….” But before I can text back, my phone is ringing.

MY. PHONE. IS. RINGING.

[And now, on the freakout scale, I'm a 26.]

Y’all. I have famous friends. I’m around famous people a lot in Nashville. I know they are human and just like us and blah blah blah. But nothing, no NOTHING, could have prepared me for this.

I. Freaked. Out.

When I answered the phone and it was John-Boy Walton, I freaked out like you [nor I] have ever seen me freak out.

I don’t remember a single thing we talked about.

I know I cried.

I know I talked over him.

I know I apologized for not being cool and collected like Nashville people are supposed to be.

And I know it was really him because, well, I’d know John-Boy’s voice anywhere and because Kyle snapped this picture.

Y’all.

Y’ALL.

That’s me on the other end of that phone. ME! Little ole AnnieBlogs. Who can believe it.

I talked to Richard Thomas, John-Boy Walton, on the phone for approximately 36 seconds. And there is photo proof.

I feel bad that I didn’t tell him how much my family has bonded over the show, how my Mom owns every season on DVD… well, maybe I did tell him? Who knows. But I got my family on a conference call as soon as John-Boy and I hung up [freaking.out.still.] and we all were in shock.

Mainly me.

Currently freakout scale is about a 5 and I’ve hovered here for two days.

So there is the story of the time when I turned into a massive fangirl in the middle of a Monday afternoon.

. . . . .

Your turn.

Who is one living person that you are certain, if they called your phone, you would lose your marbles? 

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I don’t have a job. [A homage to Mocha Club]

Thursday, May 10th, 2012

Ok, well, that’s not totally true. I mean, I work. I just don’t have what the world would call “a real job” anymore. [But welcome to Nashville where most of us don't. I like it.]

Since August of 2008, Mocha Club has been a weekly part of my life. I started as a volunteer for a few months and then I got a tiny part time job there, calling members, for five hours a week. Five turned to ten turned to twenty and a year had passed before I knew it.

I love Mocha Club. I love what they are doing in Africa. I love the integrity of the people who work there. I love the innovative ways they are raising money and making a difference overseas.

In May 2010, I started a real part time job at Mocha Club as their Social Media and Communications Director. It was a much needed role but the boss Barrett and I kinda made up my job as we went. We would figure out new cool things to do using social media and then boom, that was my job.

It was fun. Really fun.

Meanwhile, for another 40ish hours a week, I was writing and blogging and speaking and etc. So it wasn’t like I was laying by the pool most of the week and only working 24 hours a week.

[Well, I do like to lay by the pool in the summer. But, I mean, I write a lot too.]

When I moved to Scotland last fall, I kept my part time job and spent some hours every day online working and skyping with America. Namely, with the Mocha Club staff.

. . . . .

I came home from Scotland and didn’t know that Zondervan was on the horizon. But when that opportunity arose, and some other things started to shift in the atmosphere, Barrett and I realized that it was time for me to move along, little dawgie.

It was the perfect storm of what I needed + what Mocha Club needed + what I wanted + what I was too scared to do + Barrett pushing me out of the nest and making me fly.

So as of April 1, I am a Mocha Club artist, but not a staff member.

. . . . .

WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN, ANNIE??

Let’s do this in a list form.

1. When someone says “What do you do?” my answer is now “I am an author and a speaker.”

2. I work from home every day.

3. The blog and anniedowns.com are getting a major makeover that you will see really soon. Then when new people come along and say, “wow, this place is really pretty and fancy” you can say “she might have been born just plain white trash, but Fancy was her name” because you’ll have been here when this place wasn’t so fancy and you know how much I love Reba.

4. I need your help to make this full-time career work. I need you to tell your friends about my books when they come out, I need you to come hear me when I speak and bring your friends along, I need you to get me a speaking gig in your town, I need you to pray for me, and I need you to hug me when I get super scared that I am not going to make it full-time in this thing.

[Because I do get scared. Really scared. But God is orchestrating all of this, so I throw the scared away and only hang onto the thread of faith. I tie a knot when I get to the end of my faith rope and I hang on.]

5. You know what it really means? It means we’re really doing this thang, y’all. And after four years of trying, I’m pretty giggly that it is finally happening.

. . . . .

Your questions / comments / etc about this new season of my full-time career are totally welcome. I just like keeping y’all up to date on what’s happening on this side of the screen.

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I haven’t forgotten.

Wednesday, January 11th, 2012

Part 1. I haven’t forgotten that I have a blog. I promise.

Part 2. I haven’t forgotten the things you said to me on December 9, 2010.

I like to go back and read that blog post. I like to think about all the things that you want to do with your life. I like to wonder if you have made a move in the direction of that dream. Or I wonder if sometimes you remember what you wrote.

It was a simple question…

Be brave.

Just say it.

My dream is __________________.

. . . . .

And it is amazing to read the comments and see the ones that have come to pass. Like Jessica.

Yep. That’s the same girl you see in my picture taken in downtown Prague. She did it. She moved there.

. . . . .

And look at Jamie.

Now she has a booth at the Tennessee Antique Mall. Amazing, yeah?

And I just have to wonder about the other 85 commenters. Have they stepped towards that dream?

. . . . .

I had a birthday in 2006.

My family and I went to one of my favorite restaurants. I ordered grilled chicken and the most delicious macaroni and cheese that I’ve ever tasted. [The restaurant has since closed and I mourn that.]

My dad passed over a card. Inside was a small sum of money and a handwritten note. On the note he said, “I hope this helps you step towards your dream of being an author.”

And it did. And I did. And here we are.

. . . . .

Last week I went to my storage unit. [Yes, I'm still mildly homeless. No biggie.] I was looking for a dress that I never found. But I did find one thing I was really looking for. That note from my dad that is displayed in a simple black frame.

I’m stepping again. I’ll tell you all about it soon. But I’m taking some big steps towards some new dreams and I wanted to put that letter on my desk again. I wanted to remember that no matter what, Mama and Daddy took the first step for me. No step is scary when you have those kind of people stepping with you.

I’m making new dreams. Stepping into old dreams. And somehow, releasing those dreams that I have completed… though I don’t know what that looks like yet.

. . . . .

So I think of you.

Are you stepping towards the dream you were brave enough to confess a year ago?

Do you have new dreams that you are ready to proclaim to this corner of the internet?

Update me.

Tell me new dreams.

Tell me that you haven’t forgotten.

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THAT’S what I call a weekend.

Monday, September 26th, 2011

It’s been a whirlwind couple of days and I’m so happy about it.

Friday morning, I popped down to London and visited for a bit with Grant and Lucy, some friends from UGA that are living there. It was fun and we talked through some cultural challenges we have all dealt with. [Just because we speak English certainly doesn't mean we aren't foreigners. We are. Big time.]

Then I met up with my bestie Betsy and her grandmother [henceforth called "Nonny"] and a bunch of Betsy-cousins. Nonny loves her some London and loves her granddaughters and loves me enough that she took us all to see Wicked.

Holy moly. Have you seen this show? I was dying of happy. I laughed. I teared up. I sighed. I mean, it was seriously some of the best singing I’ve ever heard.

I’m totally stinkin’ hooked on Rachel Tucker. My word that woman has got some pipes. And the storyline of Wicked is so smart. If you’ve not read the book or seen the play, I can’t recommend it enough.

So we all floated in amazement back to the hotel Friday night and then Betsy and I were up early on Saturday and back on the train up to Edinburgh!

[I am BESIDE MYSELF that one of my absolute besties in the world is seeing my Edin-life. It is such a joy and so kind of her and I'm having an absolute blast.]

We arrived just in time to get changed and head out the door with Esther to see ADELE.

Yes. The Adele.

I know. You’re freaking out. I am too, still, almost 40 hours later.

Here’s how it happened:

My very first Nash-friend Jason is the tour manager for The Civil Wars. [You may/may not remember Jason. Here's my favorite post involving him. A refresher course in my two Jasons, if you will.] So The Civil Wars are doing a small tour through the UK including a stop in Edinburgh. I was like, “whoa. One of my Jasons AND one of my favorite bands coming to Edinburgh?”

And then I blacked out for a few minutes due to overwhelming gratitude.

So Jason offers tickets to The Civil Wars show because he knows I like them a lot and I’m all, “sure, can I get three- so Betsy and Esther can go too?” and he’s all, “Sure, but they’re just opening” and I’m all, “that’s cool. Who is the headliner?” and he’s all, “Adele.”

And then everything went black again.

You see, I was supposed to see Adele in Nashville in June with Betsy and then she got sick and rescheduled for OCTOBER and I was heartbroken to miss the show. And I think it is no exaggeration to say that Jesus brought that show [+ Betsy] to Edinburgh on Saturday night just for me.

[Well. Small exaggeration. Maybe.]

Anyways. So out of the kindness of Jason’s heart, we got three tickets. And we were thuh-rilled.

The Civil Wars put on an amazing show- too short, if you ask me, but they are openers and I respect that. Then the center of attention [for us at least] turned to an audience member standing beside Betsy who was so drunk she couldn’t stand up. And she was probably mid-40s? Super impressive, lady. Then she left. So that was good.

Then it was Adele. And O to the M to the GOSH. She was insane. I mean, every bit of emotion in the record was poured out on stage like some sort of offering. I haven’t been dumped lately and yet her heartache songs made me feel like getting all weepy. I didn’t… exactly.

And here is one of my favorite moments from the night. I couldn’t/wouldn’t pick a VERY favorite moment, but this was high ranking.

I mean, the backdrop with the lampshades? Don’t EVEN get me started.

So we floated home from that as well. And I’m still in awe. She is one talented human.

Then we had a lovely Sunday, including having the Crossroads girls over for Episode 2 of Downton Abbey. I didn’t float home after that, simply because we meet at my house.

But I would have. Oh yes. I would have.

Phew… good times, y’all. Good times.

How was your weekend?

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I love Edinburgh in the autumn.

Wednesday, May 4th, 2011

That is absolutely NOT how the song goes. Anyways….

I had a profound experience in Scotland when I was there in January/February. [Here's a post about why I went to Scotland- just in case you need/want a recap.]

I don’t remember the day of said profound experience, but I remember where I was. There is a park on the southern edge of the University of Edinburgh campus. They call it The Meadows. Crisscrossing the Meadows are a series of sidewalks and bike paths.

I was walking there, not really knowing if I was going in the right direction or not [shocker], but I was following the path.

In a rare moment of still, when the wind wasn’t blowing and there was no rain in the air, I knew Edinburgh was home.

Not my only home. Not my forever home.

But home.

I may have cried right there on The Meadows sidewalk.

It wasn’t long until I saw what that would look like. Not in a visible live-here-walk-here-coffee-shop-here kind of way, but in a heart way.

So I’m leaving home to go home.

I’m getting weepy thinking about it. About the loss of my time here in Nashville, about leaving my friends and family, about the beauty of Edinburgh and the way my soul leaps when I think about that place and those people. This heart-tearing confusion makes me cry.

Anddddd….. breathe.

I think you’re going to have to take over here. Would you mind just interviewing me? Thanks.

When will you be in Scotland?

July – November.

What will you be doing?

For one week in July, I will be speaking at the RiverStone/Potter’s House Youth Camp.

For the rest of the time, I will be working with Crossroads Church in Edinburgh to help reach out to unchurched university students. I will also be helping plan fun activities that build community in this young church as well as meeting administrative needs and social media needs while I’m there. [my hobby is organization, remember?]

Will you still be writing?

It’s like breathing. So yes I will. Unless I’m underwater.

Are you a “missionary”?

I am no more a missionary to Edinburgh than I was a missionary to Nashville than I am a missionary on this ol’ blog. Will I live in such a way that other people hopefully see the love and joy of a life fully abandoned to Jesus Christ? I plan on it.

Officially, I am considered a short term missionary through Riverstone Church.

Are you sad to leave your community in Nashville?

Don’t even get me started.

But do you like your friends in Scotland?

Absolutely, which is about the only reason I’m willing to leave Nashville. Well, that and God making His plan for my life pretty clear and that plan involving a season in Edinburgh.

So. There’s that. You can keep up with my writings specifically about Scotland here.

Finally, thank you. Thank you for giving me the courage to live a life that is far different [better?] than anything I could dream up. I hope that somehow, by reading along or giving a few bucks or just being my friend, some of that courage leaks off this screen into your heart.

Love.

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A big Saturday.

Friday, February 25th, 2011

I’m emotional just typing this post.

That does not bode well for my speaking engagement this weekend. My eyes are probably going to puddle for my entire 40 minute slot.

Let me back up a bit.

From 2003-2005, I taught 5th grade in Jackson County. I have never loved sixty small people as much as I loved those kids. I prayed for them every day. I hugged them, cried with them, and let them get away with way more than I should have because gosh darn it, they were the cutest.

But I never openly shared the Gospel with those kids. [I hope I shared the Gospel every day with my life, but you know what I mean.]  I taught in a public school and I believe in respecting the laws of separating church and state.

Over the last seven years, I have returned to Jackson County once or twice a year for sports events or graduations or just because I miss my friends. I love that place.

In January, I got an email from a girl in Jackson County who works at the Static Student Mall, an outreach to teenagers in that county. She had seen my book and wanted to know if I would come speak at an event.

To summarize: I am speaking Saturday, about Jesus, to high school girls in Jackson County.

Look at the math. My 5th graders? They are now 11th and 12th graders.

THE SAME GIRLS THAT WERE 5TH GRADERS IN MY CLASSROOM WILL BE HIGH SCHOOLERS IN THE AUDIENCE.

If you are a teacher or have ever been a teacher, I bet you can imagine the multiple heart explosions I’ve had thinking about the opportunity I have been given on Saturday. Even explaining it to my co-workers at Mocha Club yesterday made me tear up.

In fact, I can’t hardly think about it without crying and whispering to God, “You have exceeded my dreams… You are always good to me… You saw this all along… You. Are. The. Best… Thank You…” Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, until I can no longer form sounds due to the tears.

In my little heart and in my short little life, this is one of the biggest deals ever.

THIS is a dream come true.

  • Will you pray for me? Will you pray that the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart will be pleasing to God?
  • Will you pray for the girls in the crowd?
  • Will you pray for my students who I have invited and hope to see?
  • Will you pray for my teacher friends who will be in the audience as well?

I speak at 1pm EST on Saturday. If you would just set an alarm to pray for even one minute, it would mean so much to me.

This may be the most important speaking opportunity I will ever have.

May God be glorified.

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One month from today.

Monday, December 20th, 2010

In exactly 30 days, I land in Scotland for a four week adventure that I have anticipated, on some deep-in-my-knower levels, since 2000.

I don’t even know how to talk about it.

I have so many questions for God. I hope Scotland holds those answers. Maybe not the place itself, but the time. The distance. The lonely moments without any of my friends. The quiet moments. The conversations with my Scottish friends. Conversations with my God.

So I’ll pack my things in one suitcase [or two] and I’ll stuff my questions in side pockets, shoes, and other tiny spaces.

I have questions about my art. What is next? What does that look like? How soon can I start and how soon will I be done? Is it another book? It is something else?

I have questions about art in general. And creating. And worship. And how my life is art and how I want to grow in that.

I have questions about my future. Is it Nashville? I hope so. Is it Scotland? I hope so. [And 2 "I hope so" statements aren't a good thing.] It is some weird hybrid of the two + more? Is this trip about clarity or deeper longings? I want to know what’s next.

I have questions about God. And me and God. And who we are as a unit, if that makes any sense at all. I want to know Him and I want to know what our next adventure will be.

I have questions about this little book. About God’s plan for it. About where God’s plan for it meets and takes over my plan for it. And what the next steps are.

I have questions about relationships. [Oh here she goes.] About why some work, about why some don’t, about why some have to be sacrificed on the altar of God Knows Best. About how to have healthy boundaries and healthy honesty and how to cultivate the kind of community that breathes those things.

I have questions about how all these things work together. What does this puzzle look like when all the pieces are finally laid down? How do my desires to be a speaker and my desire to live overseas coexist? I feel like my dreams are an overflowing toy chest and I can’t decide which toys to play with first.

I have questions about my dreams. The ones that I shout from the rooftops and the ones that I barely can whisper to my closest friends. And I have questions about your dreams. And how we keep talking about them until they are real.

I have a lot of questions. Many of them I am almost too afraid to ask.

It is not that Scotland is to be a Magic8 Ball that I turn upside down for answers. Instead, I want Scotland to stir up those bubbling questions so fiercely that I can’t help but seek out the answers.

I feel the bubbles even now. I can’t tell you how many times a day they simmer and pop and float to my mind. I don’t know what it is, I don’t know what God is doing, but I know the times, they are a changin’. In the words of CS Lewis, “Aslan is on the move.”

So a month from today, when I am a weary but happy traveler, I hope I don’t have all the answers. I hope I am not looking for answers.

I hope, instead, that I can no longer contain the questions.

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You may say I’m a dreamer. But I’m not the only one.

Friday, December 10th, 2010

Please, please tell me that you have read the comments from the “My Dream Is” post. They are gorgeous and real and I can’t quit reading them.

Have you left your dream yet? Cause I want you to. For realz. It feels so good. [It hurts so good? Maybe.]

I don’t know how to process those dreams. I just keep reading them and loving them and thinking about all the ways you are going to change the world.

So read them and add yours.

. . . . . . . . . .

Today my elves [read: sweet friends] shipped out the AnnieBlogs Christmas packages and when they left the workshop, there were 14 packages left.

So grab one if you want one. They are cute and have some great surprises. So you should probs grab one for yourself or the young lay-deez in your life.

. . . . . . . . . .

That’s all I have today. I. Am. Spent.

But what a beautiful week.

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Just say it.

Thursday, December 9th, 2010

Well, these last two days have certainly been a whirlwind. Not the scary tornado type, but the awesome warm windy Oz kind.

We have no clue how many copies of From Head to Foot have been sold in the first 48 hours, and that doesn’t totally matter. What was awesome was that social media was all.a.buzz.

It was really fun.

So thank ya kindly for your time and tweets. It really means more than you could ever know.

. . . . . . . . . .

And here’s how it started.

In my heart, I dreamed of someday writing a book.

In 2003, I went over to Drew & Natalie’s house. I took my laptop. I sat down beside Drew and said, “I think I want to write a book.” I then had him read a few practice chapters that were literally horrible.

But that was the first time I said it.

That was the start. I had a huge chunky laptop and I wondered if two page chapters would be acceptable. I wrote stupid things that really no one should ever have to read. I wrote a chapter titled “Valentine’s Day” and all it said was “I hate it.” IN THE WHOLE CHAPTER.

Yeah, good stuff.

I kept it 100% to myself until the day I told Drew and Natalie.

It’s been a seven year journey. There were multiple times that I wanted to quit. Heck. There were multiple times [including, but not limited to, April 2010] when I actually did quit and say, “nope, I’ll never get to be an author.”

[God made the whole thing happen and that's a much longer story than we have space for.]

But it would have never started if I didn’t say it outloud that day in Athens, Georgia sitting on the couch with Drew and Natalie.

And because you and I have been friends for a while, you’ve seen this whole thing unfold. [If you haven't, here is the Westbow Self Pub story.] So you know the end of the story.

But for things to even start, I had to say it.

It was a scary moment, to tell them. But I don’t regret it at all. Because, y’all, I have a copy of my own book on my bedside table. How could I regret that first moment when the end of the story is so stinkin’ cool?

I don’t even care if anyone else buys it. I have a copy of my own. That’s the real win. Right?

So I’m going to push you a little today. I’m not a major feather ruffler [huh?], but I’m going to make you molt today. You’ve got this whole comment section and nothing to be afraid of. Saying your dream doesn’t force you to act on it [I'm not the boss of you], it is just the first step.

And I have to wonder if you are here because you are dying for someone to give you permission to be brave.

And I have to wonder if we have the hugest collection of awesome dreams and I wonder if more people will dream if we say our dreams first.

You have permission to tell us.

Be brave.

Just say it.

My dream is __________________.

I’ll go first. A girl’s gotta dream….

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Out of my control.

Monday, November 1st, 2010

So the book is turned in. And it is now officially out of my control.

Praise the Lord.

And to be real honest with you, it was a bit anti-climactic. I mean, “yay! I pushed send on an email and now the book is gone into cyberspace.”

For you possible future authors, let’s talk deets.

I don’t know if I’ve told y’all this. But when you pick Westbow, first you talk with a supervisor. I talked to Richard. [When you decide to self-publish and when you pick Westbow, ask for Richard. He's really REALLY good at his job. And he's a great guy. So. Tuck that nugget of wisdom in your back pocket.]

So Richard and I picked the plan I wanted and then he turned me over to Echo. Yep, her name is Echo. Echo is a check-in coordinator. [Titles are funny to me.] So, Echo is the one who has been calling me and emailing me and making sure that I’m on track. Pretty much, Echo emails me and says, “So Annie, you said the book would be done on the 15th. Today is the 25th. Love, Echo.”

Not really. But sorta.

She makes sure all the files I turn in are correctly formatted and filled out and when I call her and say, “Hey Echo, this is Annie. I have a gazillion questions. Are you busy?” she always says no. Which I appreciate.

So. Friday I called Echo and said, “ECHO! WE ARE A GO!”

She said, “Turn that puppy in!”

I said, “YOU’VE GOT MAIL!”

She said, “Atta girl, Downs!”

[No. She didn't. But I would have loved if she did.]

Echo actually said, “I will have you in production by early Monday morning!”

And…. I don’t know what that means.

[She's awesome as well. So you should say, "Richard, now that you and I have talked, can Echo be my check-in coordinator?"]

[Want more info on Westbow? Feel free to CLICK HERE or the button on the right.]

Today Richard and I will chat and talk about when the book will be ready and how much it will cost and exactly what I do now. Cause I’m not really sure, but I’ll update you when the next step begins.

But I am super super happy.

The design is gorgeous. The layout is perfect. And my heart is thu-rilled.

This is a total dream come true. And I’m grateful to Westbow for making it happen.

I know you have seen the cover, but I also want you to see the back cover. Lyndsay Rush wrote it. Yeah, she’s a total genius and does beautiful things with words. And I’m grateful to Hillary and Shannon for endorsing the book. And thanks to Jeremy for taking the pic and making me look like a stunna’.

And. Obviously. Emily is the greatest designer that has ever lived.

I guess this is the best way to tell you what the book is about as well. That is convenient.

[Click on it- you can read it way easier.]

[UPDATE:: There are 2-3 grammatical errors that have been fixed. I put up an old cover on accident. So worry not, my friends. The back cover will have no errors. I hope....]

UM. By the way. Please tell me you notice the BIRD on the back cover?!?!

You don’t think I’d publish a book without making sure Mr. Darcy (the bird) is involved, do you?

Of course not. :)

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