Tomorrow I climb on the cyber bus to Camp NaNoWriMo. Well… for me it is almost today. I’ll be starting at 12:00:01. Here, I’ll join my other campers around the campfire and swat at the mosquitoes that try to suck the life from our stories. I’m sure there’ll be a few letters written “home” (i.e. posted here) about the crazy songs we sing or the pranks we play on other cabins, and of course, I’ll be writing about how homesick I am. Beware, I may sing Camp Granada much too often for anyone’s sanity.
So… What am I writing about? Well, since this isn’t officially NaNoWriMo, I’m allowing myself to work on a book I started a few years ago and decided that I need to rework. So, I will be rewriting every single line of it, so the word count will be fair, however, it isn’t a book that I’ve never considered before either. What is it?
Prayer, hot out of the oven, served up with a cup of coffee and a shot of relationships.
Webster’s Bakery is the gathering place of women from all over the city. They come to chat, to drink, to eat, to pray.
Mavis Webster turns her bustling business into an organized klatsch of coffee-drinking prayer warriors and as a result, lives are changed, blessed, and sometimes, shaken to the core.