An interview with the one-and-only Katdish!

photo-618-Version-43If there’s one person I adore more than any other and whom I’ve met as a direct result of my journey toward publication, it’s Kathy Richards, affectionately known as “Katdish” to the rest of us. (Isn’t she precious??!>>>)

She’s gracious enough to host me on her blog today, interviewing me and such. And to those who mosey over there and leave a comment, you’ll be entered for a chance to win a signed copy of How Sweet the Sound along with a sinfully yummy tin of pecan samples from the B & B Pecan Company!

Here’s a snippet of the interview:

Katdish: The first thing I ever read from you (besides a blog post) way back in 2010 was a non-fiction manuscript about dealing with brokenness. What lead you to make the leap to fiction? Do you imagine yourself writing non-fiction in the future?

Amy: How Sweet the Sound did begin as a non-fiction work which centered around finding hope and joy in the midst of brokenness. As I delved further into the publishing industry, I began to realize that my chances of a publishing house picking up my non-fiction story were pretty dismal…

Now, click here to scoot on over to Katdish’s place to read the rest of the interview and for your chance to win!

And thank you, Katdish!!!


What’s it like to be a writer with a day job? On healing, nursing, and words.

I brushed a clump of gray, wiry hair back from Mary’s warm forehead.

We’d been strangers at 7 a.m. that morning, when my nursing shift began. And now I was sharing her most intimate moment with her and her daughter as Mary took her last breath. I placed my stethoscope on her still chest and listened for a few moments, nodded to her daughter, offered a rote line of sympathy, then left the room…

See what happens next over at Christian Fiction Online Magazine, where I’m grateful to be writing today about being an author by night, and a nurse by day.


My novel releases today. So what am I doing to celebrate?

I’m watching my son run.

My son runs like the wind. He pushes himself to the limit every day, practicing when he’s not feeling well, stretching when he feels strained, and pulling every last ounce of energy from the depths of his being in the final seconds of a race.

I want to live like that.

I want to write like that.

No matter what happens with this novel, I’ll know I’ve at the very least finished this race well. I’ve dug each sentence from my heart, turning and tweaking, stretching and straining, pouring over the text for years now. Yes, I’ve given it my best.

But there are more books left to edit.

More skills left to learn.

More books left to write.

More hope to pen for a weary, broken world.

So today, when my first novel releases, I am watching my son run.

I am grateful.

I am praying.

And I submit all my words, current and future, to The Author, that I may continue on in Him, and that I may finish strong and well whatever He has planned.