What's On the Back Covers:
Author, avid reader, and shameless hero addict, Nancy Kimball loves books, Ancient Rome and all things gladiator. She makes her home in Houston, Texas with her husband, stepsons, and one very spoiled pitbull mix named Eric T. Nancy is a 2015 Grace Award recipient, a two-time ACFW Genesis finalist, a Romance Writers of America Lonestar finalist in the Inspirational Category, and together with her narrator, a 2015 Audio Publishers Association Audie Award Finalist. Though she still doesn't understand the point of white crayons, she is passionate about writing unforgettable stories with real characters that rise from brokenness to victory.
BEYOND THE BIO
Right about the time I was getting the hang of this author gig, PLOT TWIST! Enter my hubby and his two teen boys. Stepmom life was, and sometimes still is, a special kind of trial by fire. For anyone walking this road with me, I highly recommend the book "Stepmonster" by Wednesday Martin. So many things will make more sense. Those moments when one of my kids kicks my butt at an xbox game and laughs, or 'fesses up to <insert shenanigan>, or asks for seconds of my homemade broccoli beef... all worth it. Like getting a new review on one of my books. I praise God for the family He rebuilt from ashes.
I have a day job as an executive assistant. I love it, but somedays it is more demanding than a hungry two (or sixteen) year-old. My commute is an hour each way to my nine to five, which doesn't leave much time to write. Even when I do carve out the time, sometimes I'm so mentally spent it's almost impossible to battle into that "creative zone" and get words on the page. But just like Rome wasn't built in a day, neither are great novels. So I keep striving and writing, bit by bit, and dream about the day I can write full time and only change out of my pajamas if I want to that day!
My best friend and writing partner nicknamed me "Phoenix" after learning my story. Like so many of my characters, and so many of my reader friends I've connected with over the years, I've got scars. Some you can see. Some you can't. I have struggled with mental illness and being suicidal, and should have died in 2009. But God. I had a relentless Savior pursuing me into a pit of my own making, and an army of loved ones that rallied around me. That year, and then again in 2011. The scene in Chasing the Lion, when Jonathan is on his back in the sand of the great arena fully aware he's dying and finally calls out to God from a place of true brokenness--was taken from my own experience in a pitch black closet on a hot, July day in Houston, Texas. To quote Jonathan, though, actually, he is quoting me, "There is one true God, and He still does miracles. I know, because I am one of them."
'Thus says the Lord God: "On the day that I cleanse you from all your iniquities, I will also enable you to dwell in the cities, and the ruins shall be rebuilt. The desolate land shall be tilled instead of lying desolate in the sight of all who pass by. So they will say, 'This land that was desolate has become like the garden of Eden; and the wasted, desolate, and ruined cities are now fortified and inhabited.' Then the nations which are left all around you shall know that I, the Lord, have rebuilt the ruined places and planted what was desolate. I, the Lord, have spoken it, and I will do it."