Bridging the gap between writing and publishing

Hi, I’m Marcie and I’m so thrilled you are visiting with me today. Thank you for stopping by.

It is my hope you will feel at home here in my little corner of the world. I’m a lover of sweet tea and chocolate.  But if you prefer coffee, then bring your own cup, pull up a chair, and let’s see if we can help you cross the bridge to being the best writer you can be.

Did I mention I’m a lover of poetry? I find that it best expresses my love of God and helps me find my way through difficult places. My book, Broken and Spilled Out is my collection of poetry and prayers for the hurting soul. Besides chronicling my own insights, my readers can also journal and record insights of their own. You can get your copy here.

Should you simply need some encouragement, I invite you to meet me over at my blog Heart Thoughts.

I’m so glad you’re here and look forward to connecting with you!

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Editing is my passion! I can help take your writing to the next level, whether it’s proofreading your work and offering a helpful critique, or  a professional edit to spruce up a manuscript for submission.


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Always Faithful

Always Faithful

I had been awake for a couple of hours listening to the thunder as it rolled, tempting my thoughts and heart to roll with it.

But an overriding, deep down part of me, felt peace. A peace desiring to spill over like clouds shedding their rain, knowing God has this all under His control. I need not let my mind and heart be tossed about with the wind that blows trees to almost breaking because—because yes, “ ‘tis so sweet to trust in Jesus.”

Even when my life is in chaos God will never forsake me. I can depend on Him because He is with me to the end.

The end of this day. The end of this season of hurt, heartache, healing.

I Was Robbed!

I Was Robbed!

Tired from the busy, but fun day, we walked into our home that evening around 9:30. As I stepped into my bedroom, something didn’t feel right. At this point in my life—just 18 years old—I was quite the neat freak. But my roll-top desk was open and rifled through. The knickknacks on my dresser in disorder, my closet doors wide open and bedspread askew.

Tire tracks were found in the field behind our house. We believe we interrupted the robbery.

The feeling of intrusion and paranoia never fully go away. I can still feel my skin crawl realizing someone had come into our home and invaded our privacy. Not only that, they stole my sense of safety.

Oh Lonely Tree

Oh Lonely Tree

Oh Lord, remind us to remember that You care. Even when we are at our loneliest, we believe no one else is thinking about us or loves us; Lord, help us to seek You with all our hearts, minds and souls.

Even the loneliest of trees—way out in the furthest parts of the earth where nothing else seems to exist—flourishes. Those trees only flourish because of You Lord. So let us flourish under Your hand of protection and care no matter where we may be planted in this season of life.

Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and

he will establish your plans.

Proverbs 16:3 (NIV)

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