a wholesome tongue is a tree of life; my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
I told my children that next week I would be at the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers' Conference. I explained, "There will be some agents at the conference." My eight-year old let out an emphatic, long, "coooooooooool." I thought about it for a second, looked at him, and replied, "Not secret agents." He immediately let out a disappointed "oh." Sorry kid.