Cathy is a Christian author of both fiction and non-fiction. Her first novel Texas Roads was a 2009 American Christian Fiction Writers’ Genesis contest finalist. Since then she has added five more stand-alone books to the beloved Miller’s Creek novels, with another due to release soon. In addition to the novels, she’s written five devotional books (two in collaboration with other Christian writers), two Bible studies, and a Christmas novella.
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My Story – The Beginning
Once upon a time, a baby girl was born in the very heart of a big old place named Texas. As I grew into childhood, I also very much identified with the Lone Star state as my home on earth.
My Grandmothers’ Influence
In addition to my mom and dad, my grandmothers were very influential in my younger years. I know beyond a doubt they prayed for me, impacting my life for all eternity. My three siblings and I spent much time at our grandparents’ farm during the summer, and once a week my grandmother would load all four of us in her car for a trip to the library.
Once we arrived at this magical place, I checked out the maximum number of books allowed and usually devoured them within a couple of days. After that I occupied myself with reading the books my siblings had checked out, eagerly anticipating our next library adventure.
Books – My Magic Carpet
Stories became my magic carpet which whisked me to far-away places. I sailed the ocean with Robert Louis Stevenson and traveled around the world in a hot air balloon with Jules Verne. In addition, I learned to survive on a deserted island with Robinson Crusoe and yearned to write like Jo March. I cried when Old Yeller died, and I empathized with a girl who had carrot-colored hair and freckles just like me and answered to the name of Anne (with an “e”) Shirley.
My Move Into Writing
I learned to read before I started school, and once my public school years began, I quickly moved into writing and storytelling. That little freckle-faced girl grew up, my school years filled with studies, music, and writing–though not necessarily in that order. During that time I won a couple of school-related writing competitions and also a state-wide essay contest. My after-school job during high school was working at the town newspaper.
In college, I pursued a music education degree. It was there that I also met and married my own Prince Charming. A year later our first child Josh was born. (I like to tell everyone I received my BME, MRS, and MAMA all in a couple of years!) After graduation, we moved on to our first teaching assignments in a small Texas town much like the one in which I had grown up. Our second son Jase was born two years later.
Now with a teaching career and two small children, my writing time was confined to summer breaks. But trying to squeeze in book-writing between baseball, swim lessons, summer trips, and our still-weekly trip to the library proved impossible. During those short summers, I started several novels. But each and every time I would either run out of summer or ideas or both. There’s no telling how many partial manuscripts I have squirreled away in some dusty old box somewhere.
When both our boys were in high school, I read a book that made me itch to write again, to pen the kind of stories that impacted lives with God’s truth. That book was Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers. Despite my overwhelming desire to write, there just wasn’t time between my teaching career and our boys’ activities.
The Empty Nest
Then it happened. I turned around one day and discovered that both my baby roosters had flown the coop. At first, I welcomed the empty nest. Both our boys were very active during their high school years, and there were weeks when we had activities every night. Even worse, some nights and weekends held multiple activities which required us to all go in different directions.
I’m pretty sure I slept for a couple of years after our youngest left home. But eventually I caught up on my sleep, and the reality of that empty nest hit me right between the eyes. What would I do with all this free time and a very quiet house?
Jump-Starting My Writing Career
As though zapped by a streak of lightning, it hit me. If I intended to fulfill my lifelong dream of being a writer, now was the time. I joined a couple of writer’s organizations, attended regional and national conferences, and took online writing courses to help me improve my craft. In addition, I snatched up how-to writing books and treated them like college textbooks. I highlighted passages, typed outlines and notes, dog-eared pages, and started a blog reviewing Christian fiction.
Most importantly, I also began writing my first novel set in a small Texas town with a cast of colorful characters, very reminiscent of all the small Texas towns I’d lived in over the years. (Think Mayberry meets back-roads Texas. Yep. That’s my kind of place. *Cue theme-song whistling and a group of coffee-guzzling old geezers standing around at the feed store trying to remember that new fella’s name.*)
My First Book Child
The reality of where this writing dream might take me fully descended the day I received a phone call from author Jim Rubart. He informed me that my debut novel TEXAS ROADS was a finalist in the American Christian Fiction Writers’ Genesis contest for contemporary romance. To this day that “pinch me” moment still seems so surreal.
Six novels, two Bible studies, three devotionals and one novella later, I can look back and see God’s fingerprints all across my life story as a writer. I’m still also very much a teacher, but my classroom is now couched inside a story that’s ultimately about the Lord.
The Story Continues
And my own story? Well, God continues to write in the details He planned a long time ago. My story unfolds, line by line, page by page, and chapter by chapter. I’m now Nana to four precious grandchildren and my sweet husband is Papa. Together we run a mini-farm with chickens, a garden, and an orchard, my way of carrying on the legacy handed down to me by the summers on my grandparents’ farm.
As long as the Lord wills, I continue to write. Then some day, when this earthly part of my story ends, I’ll run to the arms of my waiting Savior and the ultimate “happily-ever-after” ending I’ve longed for my entire life.