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New news on the book front

Hey everyone,

I received a phone call yesterday from my neighbor saying that I had a package on my doorstep that he'd picked up for me. I was at the coffee shop in Harbor Town on Mud Island doing some revisions on my most recent submissions to StudentLife for their bible study material. I had no idea what the box would contain but always get excited to receive packages. It is like Christmas; even if I'm the one who ordered it. Anyway, I got home and the side the box read Simon & Schuster. My interest was perked because they are a very large publishing house and I had not ordered any books. I tore open the top and threw out the padding to reveal 10 free copies of the book in which I was a contributor. I was PUMPED! I am not going to tell you the title of the book yet but I will tell you that there are 101 different stories compiled into this collection and mine is one of them. The editor I spoke with said there were over 4,000 entries and they chose 101. Opening that box was surprise number one.

Surprise number two came when I opened the book. Right there in the table of contents beside story #1 was my name. I was literally shaking I was so excited. My story is the first one people will read when they get this book. Crazy huh? #1 out of 101! Well, I am going to make the "reveal" next week sometime. But until then, start saving your money to buy a copy.

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  1. woo hoo! that was fun -- i love riddles - so don't blame me for "googling", but i've already pre-ordered, so that makes it okay, right? =) here's one for you -- "good of bad" should read "good or bad" - congrats!

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