In Memory of Natalie

Monday, October 5, 2015

Alone on Middle Places

Sometimes I don’t believe in God.

It’s not often, but there are moments when I step outside of myself and shake my head. I don’t get it. How can any of this be true?

But then I reconnect.

Sometimes, the reconnection is strong and I am bowled over by God’s presence. How did I ever doubt?

Sometimes, the reconnection is loose, and my grip remains uncertain. Am I sure? Was that God or just coincidence? Did I hear the Divine’s voice or my own?

Continue reading this post on MIDDLE PLACES

Saturday, October 3, 2015

My Writings on the Web

I know I don't blog here as often as I used to. I now write weekly for Middle Places and I am sending out poems and such to other locations. I don't want to make posts here just to make posts here. I like writing when I have something to say.

Today, I thought I could share with you some things I have written recently and published in other locations. Mostly, these are from Middle Places, but I also had a piece published on a site called Crazy Good Parent, and it was a pretty big deal kind of post for me.

The Crazy Good Parent post is called Post-Traumatic Parenting Disorder. It was a cathartic and scary piece to publish.

This month, I wrote the theme piece for Middle Places. October's theme is REstore.

I also wrote this piece about dealing with cynicism in my religious life. I quoted Rachel Held Evans and confessed to something I am really struggling with. Read about it in The Bitter Uprising.

I went to a book festival and writers conference in Memphis and ate a little humble pie. You can read about that in Show Up Scared.

I am still working hard at learning to speak Spanish. I wrote about that and about the regret of missed opportunity in Estoy Aprendiendo Español.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

FROST: An Interview with Erin Latimer


Frost by E. Latimer Published by Patchwork Press on August 25, 2015 Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult Pages: 453 Format: Paperback, ebook Goodreads Synopsis:
Megan Walker’s touch has turned to ice. She can’t stop the frost, and the consequences of her first kiss are horrifying. When her new powers attract attention, Megan finds herself caught up in an ancient war between Norse giants. One side fueled by a mad queen’s obsession and an ancient prophecy about Ragnarök, the other by an age-old grudge. Both sides believe Megan to be something she’s not. Both sides will stop at nothing to have her. Fire or frost. It’s an impossible decision, but she’ll have to act soon, because the storm is coming.
Today we are celebrating E. Latimer’s debut novel, Frost, a young adult fantasy based on Norse mythology about a teen who accidentally freezes the first boy she kisses. It's not long that she discovers her family tree is a little...weirder than expected. For original fans of Frost (which was originally uploaded on Wattpad), you'll see some of your favorite characters and moments in an entirely new light! Make sure to add Frost to your “to read” on GoodReads. You can purchase your copy of Frost from:
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About E. Latimer

Erin Latimer is a young adult fantasy writer who currently resides in Vancouver, BC. She writes books, makes silly vlogs about writing with the YA Word nerds, and reads excessively. She has had an article featured in Chicken Soup For the Soul, and another in the Dear Teen Me online anthology. But mostly she writes about murderous queens and the magical teens who fight them.


With a title and cover like this, you know it's going to happen. Someone
will compare your book to Disney's *Frozen*. So, tell me, in what way is
Megan different from Elsa?

I just have to say ARG to this one. I finished writing Frost on Wattpad about three years ago, and not long after that I saw the Frozen dolls in the Disney store in the mall and was all like, “Oh, this is NOT good.” So I saw that coming. Sure enough, the movie came out a few months later and it was all like “LET IT GOOOOO” in the comment section and now I sort of want to jab my ear drums out with number 2 pencils when I hear that song.


Megan is different from Elsa in that she’s part Frost giant. Also, fights bad guys with swords, rather than the power of sisterly love.

Confession time, I do like Frozen. I saw it in theatre (twice) but my readers expect a healthy dose of sarcasm and headdesking whenever anyone talks about Frozen. I have a reputation to keep up, don’t cha know.

Is Megan anything like you, her creator? How so?

Not in many ways, actually. Although she hates the cold and has an inherent mistrust of horses, both of which I share (I don’t trust anything with a head that big).

What was your go-to snack while writing FROST? I'm picturing ice cream
and popsicles.

Actually, living in Grande Prairie I was pretty much always cold, so it was more like hot tea and toast and peanut butter. But I also think I ate a lot of crackers. I’m sort of a carb fanatic.

Okay, one last question: How many times a day do you look at your cover
and read your own name and want to either faint or squeal with excitement?

At least twice per day is my allotted squealing time. Just kidding. Mostly.

No, I’m not.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Currently: Thirty Days Hath September

Current Books: I am reading The Bible Tells Me So and Three Story House on my Kindle. I borrowed Let's Pretend this Never Happened from the library, because I need to laugh. I am listening to Partials on audio.

Current Playlist: I have been learning Spanish via Rosetta Stone. I know music can really aid in memory and learning, so I decided to find a song I can learn in Spanish. I downloaded a Hillsong album in Spanish using the Hoopla account I have through the public library. I am slowly teaching myself the words to Oceans. It's a song I know and love in English, so this makes sense.

Current Shame-Inducing Guilty Pleasure: I can't think of anything right now. I haven't even taken a day to binge-watch Netflix.

Current Color: Kentucky blue

Current Food: I made pumpkin cream cheese break yesterday.

Current Drink: Cold stuff hurts my front tooth (dentist appointment tomorrow) so coffee is my friend.

Current Favorite Favorite: Having Lauren nearby has been wonderful. She's made this move a thousand times easier on me.

Current Wishlist: I had a tattoo consult last weekend, and I really want to make it happen, but holy moly the cost. I can't justify it right now.

Current Needs: Dental work galore. Nothing new there.

Current Triumph: I finished editing an MG manuscript last month and I have been sending poems to lit journals again.

Current Bane-of-my-Existence: My own anxiety and lack of motivation.

Current Indulgence: Driving to the next town to go to the "good Kroger," because the atmosphere there is less stressful for me.

Current Mood: Down pretty often, but I'm working on it.

Current Outfit: Jeans y mi camiseta gris

Current #1 Blessing: Freedom to take my time adjusting to this move

Current Quote: “Right,” Isobel said. “Like that experiment that shows the different ways kids and adults think. If you give people a picture of a monkey, an orange, and a banana, the adults always put the orange and the banana together. But kids—” “Kids and some of us creative types,” Elyse said, taking back control of the conversation, “will always sort the monkey with the banana.” ― Courtney Miller Santo, Three Story House

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Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Dear Franklin Graham,

Around the world, atrocities are occurring daily.

Children are starving.

Sex trafficking is happening right under our noses.

There are kids being molested... kids being bullied... kids being neglected...

Marriages are crumbling due to everything from pride to pornography.

Wars are being fought.

I could go on. This list could be so long no one would ever finish reading it.

So much horror. So much sadness. So much hopelessness.

So, no, Mr. Graham, I will not get my panties in a wad over gender labels at Target.

You are welcome to your opinion. I am welcome to mine.

Mine is that there are bigger fish to fry.

I stood on a mountain top in Honduras this summer, a hammer hanging from my belt loop and a baby on my hip. I watched hope being built by the hands of people who love Jesus. And I simply cannot bring myself to care about toy aisles.

You, Mr. Graham, have the luxury of outrage. It is your privilege to take the time to care about stuff like gender labels in a department store, because you don't HAVE to worry about feeding yourself and your family. You have choices about where to shop and no worries about a roof over your head in a rainstorm.

I'm in your boat too, actually. I have the luxury of writing this blog post, of taking the time to give a flip what the American Church is in a tizzy over. When I was in Honduras, I didn't care what everyone here in the States was pitching a fit about.

It didn't matter.

It still doesn't.

Someone who believes Jesus wouldn't have wasted His time blasting Target when religious organizations are still so full of Pharisees.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

My Manifesto on Middle Places

Twice today, once in a book and once in conversation, being “real” as a pastor’s wife has come up.

I’m told people expect certain things of a pastor’s wife. Me? I’ve been a youth minister’s wife for 13 years and now I’m a church planter’s wife, so maybe I’ve had a different experience. I suppose, people sometimes expected me to volunteer for VBS but I have a couple of kids so I think I’d have been expected to participate regardless of who my husband was.

I wonder, what expectations do other pastor’s spouses feel? What pressures are hanging over your heads?

And to the rest of you, what do you expect from your pastor’s spouse?

The stereotypical pastor’s wife teaches Sunday School, volunteers in the children’s ministry, and sings in the choir. At least, that is what I have always been told she does. I don’t know if it’s true.


Because I have yet to meet a stereotypical pastor’s wife.


Thursday, August 6, 2015

Pitch Wars: Successful Query

With Pitch Wars dancing on the horizon and mentor bios going live this week, there's lots of talk on Twitter. Pitch Wars helped match me with my wonderful agent, Pete, so I absolutely encourage you to participate (if you have a finished manuscript and are willing to work your tail off).

One of this year's mentee-hopefuls asked me to post my query from last year, and I decided to do so. The title of the book is different now, and probably I'd write the query a tiny bit differently at this point. But it is still a pretty good idea of my novel and it got me a 100% Pitch Wars request rate.

Chrissy Corbett reapplied her lipstick and shot her teacher in the heart. Then she sprayed bullets down the hallway of Iniwa High, injuring multiple students.  Now she sits in the county jail, invoking her right to remain silent. She’s certain she did the right thing and equally certain she will die for it.

Chrissy’s best friend, Priscilla Watson, returns from a study abroad program determined to find answers. Chrissy may have turned herself in, but Priscilla can’t believe her anti-gun activist friend committed murder without good reason.

With only a cryptic voice mail and a book of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poetry to guide her, Priscilla launches her own investigation. She must succeed or Chrissy will face the death penalty.

Having made an amicable break with my previous agency, I am pursuing representation for this new project. Complete at 84,000 words, Renascence is a Contemporary Young Adult novel that might appeal to fans of Jennifer Brown, Colleen Clayton, and Jay Asher. My previous credits include poems, essays, and articles in publications such as Jackson Free Press, Group, and The Mom Egg.

Thank you so much for taking the time to consider my submission.


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