Amy Astorga has a passion for unearthing monsters that lurk in the darkness and illuminating their pathways to redemption. Unafraid to take chances, she boldly fuses dark fantasy with faith-based allegorical themes, creating a powerful narrative that points to hope only found in Christ. When she’s not navigating the beautiful chaos of raising six children, you can find her studying insects, collecting perfumes, and attempting to fold the laundry.
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- About The Author
Amy Astorga has a passion for unearthing monsters that lurk in the darkness and illuminating their pathways to redemption. Unafraid to take chances, she boldly fuses dark fantasy with faith-based allegorical themes, creating a powerful narrative that points to hope only found in Christ. When she’s not navigating the beautiful chaos of raising six children, you can find her studying insects, collecting perfumes, and attempting to fold the laundry.
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- Spring, Sumo Wrestling, and Tides of Souls
Hello, everyone!
Just reaching out because it’s been a while. So, where have I been? What have I been up to, and what’s happening with the third book? Well, to answer your questions directly—I’m here! I haven’t gone anywhere. The first few days of spring have arrived, and I can’t wait to get out and soak in the sun. School for everyone is coming to a close (kind of), and hiking in our local mountains is in the cards.
Our family has been indulging in a little culture recently—Japan! Everything is embraced with such passion. I’ve been stretching to Radio Taiso every morning, eating Chanko Nabe at least once a week, and cheering for Sumo Wrestling in the evening (Go, Kotozakura!).
I’ve been furiously working on Tides of Souls and am more than halfway finished. Please forgive my delay, but I’m really giving this one my all. I’m tackling a massive chapter this month and am confident things will wrap up pretty quickly once it’s finished. I’m shooting for the end of summer!
I hope you all are doing well. I’ll be sure to touch base when I can!
- Cover Reveal: Tides of Souls
I’m only halfway through the manuscript, but I just had to share. Isn’t it dreamy?
HUGE shout-out to the incredibly talented, Karen at Story Graphix Plus. It’s an absolute pleasure working with you (as always). 🩷
- A Groan is Enough
It’s been such a dark month, dear reader. With a heavy heart, I write this post. September is supposed to be a sunny time of year, yet so many tragic events have clouded our days. I found out a good friend of mine went home to be with the Lord, my niece received a devastating diagnosis, and a Godly man I admired was assassinated.
The grief brings me to a place of no words. As strange as that sounds (coming from a person who writes novels), I literally don’t know what to say. So many nights I’ve lain in God’s presence, groping for articulation. It reminds me of a scripture that feels so fitting:
“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.” Romans 8:26
I’m wrestling with the concept that God is in heaven and I am on earth—my words are to remain incredibly few. Yet, I’m encouraging myself that He knows me better than I know myself. I don’t need to put together some flowery prayer. . . I can just groan. He knows what it means. He’s my author after all.
I’ve switched gears as of late. Perhaps my heart is trying to speak in a way that doesn’t require words. As each event blew upon our family, I saw a change that I didn’t see coming. I started to SEE my emotions. I started to see colors. Geometric shapes came together to form an image I’ve never seen in my life—I started to see a painting.
I finished two and am working on a third. If I ever gather enough courage, I may post them. Until then, take comfort knowing our Lord doesn’t need words. Sometimes a groan is enough.
- Why Is He Flying So Low?
(Me) Why is he flying so low?
(Friend) To stay out of the way of other flights or to avoid turbulence.
(Me) Huh?
A frantic, typed out message exchanged with my friend on our way home from Michigan. Our plane took off without turbulence, but never fully reached altitude. The lights that signaled our mobility never came on. I watched as rooftops passed my window and grew incredibly concerned. The pilot wasn’t pulling up. It was dark, and he was flying really low. What the heck was he doing? After about forty-five minutes of sweating in my chair, our plane finally broke through the clouds, and I could see the star-filled sky. It was then that it all made sense.
Lightning.
Lots and lots of lightning. The pilot was flying low to avoid the electrical storm that raged from above.
It’s amazing how a situation like this can put everything in perspective. Here I was, thinking I knew what the pilot should be doing. I assumed I knew what was best for our flight, when in reality, my plan could have put us in grave danger. I often make this same mistake with God. I think I know how things should be done and question His chosen path. But just like my flight, I don’t always know the bigger picture. And I have no clue what’s beyond the clouds.
I’m grateful I have a Pilot of my life that isn’t me.
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