Diana Lee Sagers was born in Utah, raised in Arizona, started college in Idaho and finished it in Utah where she develops many talents along with writing such as sewing and baking. She was thrust into the world of disabilities when her oldest daughter was born and has since found her niche comforting, consoling, supporting, educating, advocating and also being a friend to many other parents she has met along the way. Her love of writing can be traced back almost as far as when she first learned how to spell and she has boxes of stories to prove it.

Author Archives: Diana

First Rejection Letter

I got my first rejection letter from a publishing company today. It may seem sad, but I find it refreshing; it means someone spent time reading my story. My (alternate) goal in sending it off was to get a really nice rejection letter. Goal accomplished! Here is what it said: Dear Diana, I wish I…

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Last night I submitted a book to Covenant

My Husband, Geoff was actually the one that clicked “send” after checking off all of the figurative check boxes for submitting a book to Covenant Publishing. I have had so many ups and downs with this project. That’s an understatement. Before I tell you about the publishing thing, I need to tell you about the…

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The Quest

“Oh, hey,” I say, my voice filled with trepidation. “How’s it goin’?” “Oh, you know,” the small man shrugs his already hunched shoulders. “Same as usual.” I sit down next to him perched on the edge of a large sectional couch, sipping my drink awkwardly. “That good, eh?” We both chuckle humorlessly. Across the crowded…

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There Was an Old Woman

UPDATE: I made some small edits before I entered this into a writing contest over at Writer’s Digest. (Wahoo!!) I edited the loaves part to make better sense and I changed what she thinks to herself as everyone gathers for breakfast. 🙂 I also changed the title to “Thirteen Little Things” when I turned it…

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Sandy

Sandy tiptoed lightly in the almost-dark. The surface felt hard and flat like a rock, but it didn’t suck the heat from her feet. It looked brown like a tree, but there was no bark. Moonlight filtered into the room through a humongous square hole in the wall between the floor and the ceiling. Everything…

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Snow White and Rose Red

“You let a vagrant into our apartment?! Are you nuts, Cherry?” “He was hungry,” Cherry shrugged. “I only brought him out some warm soup. We sat and talked on the front porch. Did I tell you he once met the Dalai Llama? Besides, he’s not a vagrant- he’s a student.” Her mouth hung open. Before…

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On Writing

I woke up this morning musing about my past writing teachers. It probably has everything to do with my reading On Writing by Stephen King until my eyes drooped last night. Geoff’s pal from work recommended it since he knows I like to write and already I’m in love with it and I’ve only read…

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Rapunzel

The soft whir of power source fans and the hushed, whispering voices slowly came back into focus as William raised his head from the desk and rubbed his eyes. That was the third time he had woken up in the computer lab on campus during just one assignment. The combination of late nights and mountains…

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Big Step

Now, it represents only a teensy tiny amount of what I have actually written, but I am proud of these stories and I had fun writing them and I’m excited to see what others think. I love to just let my imagination gush. I love coming up with ways to describe in words what I…

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