“Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? or who shall stand in his holy place?
“He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully.
“He shall receive the blessing from the Lord, and righteousness from the God of his salvation” (Psalm 24:3–5).
Elder Richard G. Scott quoted this psalm in his General Conference address just this past October. In doing so he illustrated to me personally the power of the scriptures by transporting me to my childhood. I must have been seven or eight at the time. My family was invited to participate in a ward talent show. My mother insisted that the invitation was extended to all eleven of us, not just the older girls. She, being a wise mother in Zion and feeling the need to teach within her own family, chose the song we were to sing. It wasn’t a show tune, as was so popular in the late 1960’s but a Psalm “He that Hath Clean Hands.” Forty some years later I still recall those words and the melody teaching me a lesson I still fall back on.
I’m not saying that talent shows should be handled the way my mother did. Awards were given out that evening for the individual performances. I remember fretting that we hadn’t won anything when it seemed everyone else had and brought it to my mother’s attention. She responded with, “I don’t think we sang the kind of song that the committee had in mind for the awards.” Much to her surprise—and my delight, we did win an award, “The Cleanest Award”—a bar of Ivory soap!
But connecting this story to Elder Scott’s address—
I thought I was doing pretty good with completely reading the Book of Mormon every year, but the other standard works? Not so good. Okay, we’ve finished the Book of Mormon early this year, time to start on the Doctrine and Covenants but that leaves the Bible completely untouched, not to mention the Pearl of Great Price or the Conference Report.
Is it even possible to employ Elder Scott’s counsel to memorize a scripture and forge a new friendship such as my mother helped me do at such a tender age? I begin today with posting this Psalm on my bathroom mirror to memorize in those twenty to thirty seconds when thoroughly washing my hands. If I can successfully memorize a scripture every month, I’ll have twelve new friends to lean on when the going gets tough.
Who can’t do with a few more good friends?
November 15, 2011
November 11, 2011
Tribute to our Veterans
When I was thoroughly involved in writing my novel Dark Days of Promise, I searched in vain for the following to include (with permission of course , had I located it in time.) Now the manuscript has been submitted, the scene deleted. This excerpt arrived as an email entitled SYMBOLISM OF FOLDING THE FLAG FROM A FLAG-DRAPED COFFIN.
Did you know that at military funerals, the 21-gun salute stands for the sum of the numbers in the year 1776?
Have you ever noticed the honor guard pays meticulous attention to correctly folding the United States of America Flag 13 times? You probably thought it was to symbolize the original 13 colonies, but we learn something new every day!
The 1st fold of the flag is a symbol of life.
The 2nd fold is a symbol of the belief in eternal life.
The 3rd fold is made in honor and remembrance of the veterans departing the ranks who gave a portion of their lives for the defense of the country to attain peace throughout the world.
The 4th fold represents the weaker nature, for as American citizens trusting in God, it is to Him we turn in times of peace as well as in time of war for His divine guidance.
The 5th fold is a tribute to the country, for in the words of Stephen Decatur, 'Our Country, in dealing with other countries, may she always be right; but it is still our country, right or wrong.'
The 6th fold is for where people's hearts lie. It is with their heart that they pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America , and the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.
The 7th fold is a tribute to its Armed Forces, for it is through the Armed Forces that they protect their country and their flag against all her enemies, whether they be found within or without the boundaries of their republic..
The 8th fold is a tribute to the one who entered into the valley of the shadow of death, that we might see the light of day.
The 9th fold is a tribute to womanhood, and Mothers. For it has been through their faith, their love, loyalty and devotion that the character of the men and women who have made this country great has been molded.
The 10th fold is a tribute to the father, for he, too, has given his sons and daughters for the defense of their country since they were first born.
The 11th fold represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon and glorifies in the Hebrews eyes, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.
The 12th fold represents an emblem of eternity and glorifies, in the Christians eyes, God the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit.
The 13th fold, or when the flag is completely folded, the stars are uppermost reminding them of their Nations motto, 'In God We Trust.'
After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the appearance of a cocked hat, ever reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington, and the Sailors and Marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones, who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for them the rights, privileges and freedoms they enjoy today.
There are some traditions and ways of doing things that have deep meaning.
In the future, you'll see flags folded and now you will know why.
Did you know that at military funerals, the 21-gun salute stands for the sum of the numbers in the year 1776?
Have you ever noticed the honor guard pays meticulous attention to correctly folding the United States of America Flag 13 times? You probably thought it was to symbolize the original 13 colonies, but we learn something new every day!
The 1st fold of the flag is a symbol of life.
The 2nd fold is a symbol of the belief in eternal life.
The 3rd fold is made in honor and remembrance of the veterans departing the ranks who gave a portion of their lives for the defense of the country to attain peace throughout the world.
The 4th fold represents the weaker nature, for as American citizens trusting in God, it is to Him we turn in times of peace as well as in time of war for His divine guidance.
The 5th fold is a tribute to the country, for in the words of Stephen Decatur, 'Our Country, in dealing with other countries, may she always be right; but it is still our country, right or wrong.'
The 6th fold is for where people's hearts lie. It is with their heart that they pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America , and the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.
The 7th fold is a tribute to its Armed Forces, for it is through the Armed Forces that they protect their country and their flag against all her enemies, whether they be found within or without the boundaries of their republic..
The 8th fold is a tribute to the one who entered into the valley of the shadow of death, that we might see the light of day.
The 9th fold is a tribute to womanhood, and Mothers. For it has been through their faith, their love, loyalty and devotion that the character of the men and women who have made this country great has been molded.
The 10th fold is a tribute to the father, for he, too, has given his sons and daughters for the defense of their country since they were first born.
The 11th fold represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon and glorifies in the Hebrews eyes, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.
The 12th fold represents an emblem of eternity and glorifies, in the Christians eyes, God the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit.
The 13th fold, or when the flag is completely folded, the stars are uppermost reminding them of their Nations motto, 'In God We Trust.'
After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the appearance of a cocked hat, ever reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington, and the Sailors and Marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones, who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for them the rights, privileges and freedoms they enjoy today.
There are some traditions and ways of doing things that have deep meaning.
In the future, you'll see flags folded and now you will know why.
November 7, 2011
A Life Time of Service
It is almost impossible to believe that President Thomas S. Monson, currently the prophet of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has served as a General Authority for more years than I’ve known I was alive.
A life time of service—that is what we see throughout the church. The frail, home bound sister that I visit, it is my call to serve her, to share with her a message of hope and inspiration. Yet with every visit, I come away with a tidbit of wisdom I’d not grasped or even imagined before our visit. Is the sister old? Frail? In failing health? Yes, but she is also a teacher, teaching me how to endure to the end in faith, with hope alive in her eyes, in her demeanor, in the very fabric of who she is. She, like me is a daughter of a Heavenly Father who loves us. And we, as his daughters, share that love with those around us.
It is not only the women or the aged that serve here. Let me share a lesson learned years ago.
I was taking a walk, back then I lived in a rural area west of the Salt Lake Valley. I happened to meet a country neighbor leaving her drive for a walk with her baby boy. That boy is now a teenager and very different than the wide eyed child in the stroller that morning. Of course we had to stop and visit. Her husband had recently returned to work after a difficult battle against nature to deprive him of life. If memory serves, he’d contracted Lyme Disease following an outdoor excursion. His wife, at the time heavy with their first child, had cared for him in less than favorable circumstances. We and others had fasted and prayed for many weeks in their behalf.
I don’t recall the conversation with the mother as much as the conversation I had with the child. I bent low, I may have even knelt on the frozen ground in front of the little boy.
“Eric (name changed),” in the instant I spoke his name a strong impression overwhelmed me. I felt directed to put my impression into words, possibly for his mother’s sake, or even mine. “Do you remember your Heavenly Father? Did you sit on his knee and beg him to let your daddy stay here? Did you tell him how much you would need him to become a man?” Little Eric smiled at me for the first time. He reached his tiny hand out to me as if in answer and jabbered in the language only babies can speak.
“Do you really think Eric sat on God’s knee?”
I knew Eric’s mother had a testimony of Jesus Christ. But I also knew that Eric and I needed to give his precious mother a gift. It is possible that only Eric’s infant ears had heard his mother’s lament that morning—Eric’s and the Savior’s. What gift did we give, that frosty morning on a country road? Hope and reassurance that God, in all His Majesty, is mindful of us and our needs, no matter how large or small.
And the lesson I learned? (Smile) To act on those promptings no matter how seemingly insignificant. A life time of service from the cradle to the last breaths of life. Is it within me? Is it within you? I hope so.
A life time of service—that is what we see throughout the church. The frail, home bound sister that I visit, it is my call to serve her, to share with her a message of hope and inspiration. Yet with every visit, I come away with a tidbit of wisdom I’d not grasped or even imagined before our visit. Is the sister old? Frail? In failing health? Yes, but she is also a teacher, teaching me how to endure to the end in faith, with hope alive in her eyes, in her demeanor, in the very fabric of who she is. She, like me is a daughter of a Heavenly Father who loves us. And we, as his daughters, share that love with those around us.
It is not only the women or the aged that serve here. Let me share a lesson learned years ago.
I was taking a walk, back then I lived in a rural area west of the Salt Lake Valley. I happened to meet a country neighbor leaving her drive for a walk with her baby boy. That boy is now a teenager and very different than the wide eyed child in the stroller that morning. Of course we had to stop and visit. Her husband had recently returned to work after a difficult battle against nature to deprive him of life. If memory serves, he’d contracted Lyme Disease following an outdoor excursion. His wife, at the time heavy with their first child, had cared for him in less than favorable circumstances. We and others had fasted and prayed for many weeks in their behalf.
I don’t recall the conversation with the mother as much as the conversation I had with the child. I bent low, I may have even knelt on the frozen ground in front of the little boy.
“Eric (name changed),” in the instant I spoke his name a strong impression overwhelmed me. I felt directed to put my impression into words, possibly for his mother’s sake, or even mine. “Do you remember your Heavenly Father? Did you sit on his knee and beg him to let your daddy stay here? Did you tell him how much you would need him to become a man?” Little Eric smiled at me for the first time. He reached his tiny hand out to me as if in answer and jabbered in the language only babies can speak.
“Do you really think Eric sat on God’s knee?”
I knew Eric’s mother had a testimony of Jesus Christ. But I also knew that Eric and I needed to give his precious mother a gift. It is possible that only Eric’s infant ears had heard his mother’s lament that morning—Eric’s and the Savior’s. What gift did we give, that frosty morning on a country road? Hope and reassurance that God, in all His Majesty, is mindful of us and our needs, no matter how large or small.
And the lesson I learned? (Smile) To act on those promptings no matter how seemingly insignificant. A life time of service from the cradle to the last breaths of life. Is it within me? Is it within you? I hope so.
October 31, 2011
Halloween Mystery
Whenever I hear ‘Halloween Mystery,’ as a writer my thoughts peruse the many murder mysteries I’ve read over the years. Inevitably I think of a particular mystery, not because of its frightening suspense but because of the fun side of Halloween the author meshed with the mystery. I seem to recall that it was written by a well-known author because I expected something along the lines of Murder on the Orient Express. Much to my surprise the novel was simple and predictable. I knew who done it and how-- long before the author explained it all on the page.
So why bring this up today? It’s Halloween, of course and I’m a fledgling author hoping to help others wanting to write. Did Agatha Christie write her arguably best mystery with her first effort? No. Did Steven King meet success with his first submission? No, I believe it took him along the lines of twelve years. A good author is forever a student of the written word.
If you follow my blog for very long, you will find grammatical errors and who knows how many mistakes. But hopefully you will see a trend, an measure of improvement, no matter how small. I look back at my first attempt at a full length novel and though if someone else read it, I would be mortified, I must confess that it stands as the first major building block to my writing, my first ‘baby.’ Naively, I believed that I could write better than the last printed novel I’d read without knowing and understanding the tricks a successful author must employ on each and every page of your (and my) favorite novel. I still don't know all of them, but I'm learning, and applying them.
Why does your favorite author write mysteries and only mysteries instead of a little of each and every genre out there? The answer is simple. Your fav has undoubtedly found, learned, and effectively uses the tricks (and treats) of his or her chosen genre. Every genre shares some of the basics of those tricks, but just like a dessert recipe differs from an entrée it has definite rules. Desserts, especially cookies are sweet like a sweet romance. Entrees are not and they are as varied as mystery, science fiction, adventure or any of the other genres and sub-genres.
So, I encourage the author in you to adopt the philosophy of a ‘life-long student.’ When you stub your toe on that writers block, that rejection letter or whatever stung the writer in you. Pick yourself up (after licking your wounds if necessary), get back on your writing horse and go back to school, join a writer’s group, read good examples in your chosen genre, build a network of successful authors, attend workshops, retreats, and conferences. But most importantly---DON’T LET YOUR FAILURE PARALYZE YOU WITH FEAR.
So why bring this up today? It’s Halloween, of course and I’m a fledgling author hoping to help others wanting to write. Did Agatha Christie write her arguably best mystery with her first effort? No. Did Steven King meet success with his first submission? No, I believe it took him along the lines of twelve years. A good author is forever a student of the written word.
If you follow my blog for very long, you will find grammatical errors and who knows how many mistakes. But hopefully you will see a trend, an measure of improvement, no matter how small. I look back at my first attempt at a full length novel and though if someone else read it, I would be mortified, I must confess that it stands as the first major building block to my writing, my first ‘baby.’ Naively, I believed that I could write better than the last printed novel I’d read without knowing and understanding the tricks a successful author must employ on each and every page of your (and my) favorite novel. I still don't know all of them, but I'm learning, and applying them.
Why does your favorite author write mysteries and only mysteries instead of a little of each and every genre out there? The answer is simple. Your fav has undoubtedly found, learned, and effectively uses the tricks (and treats) of his or her chosen genre. Every genre shares some of the basics of those tricks, but just like a dessert recipe differs from an entrée it has definite rules. Desserts, especially cookies are sweet like a sweet romance. Entrees are not and they are as varied as mystery, science fiction, adventure or any of the other genres and sub-genres.
So, I encourage the author in you to adopt the philosophy of a ‘life-long student.’ When you stub your toe on that writers block, that rejection letter or whatever stung the writer in you. Pick yourself up (after licking your wounds if necessary), get back on your writing horse and go back to school, join a writer’s group, read good examples in your chosen genre, build a network of successful authors, attend workshops, retreats, and conferences. But most importantly---DON’T LET YOUR FAILURE PARALYZE YOU WITH FEAR.
October 23, 2011
Finding that Perfect Romantic Place for the Writer in You
In order to write the perfect romance novel you must find that perfect romantic spot and visit often, either with your romantic lead or alone. No, I’m not suggesting that you stalk your favorite movie star. I happen to be blessed in this department as I’m married to the man of my dreams. Is he perfect? No. But the best heroes in the best romance novels are not. So give your hero that odd laugh or weird habit that drives you over the edge. It just may be the detail that endears him or her to your readers.
So, back to that romantic spot. It very well may be your favorite restaurant and the candle lit dinner but there’s a drawback to such a place—the waiter inevitably hands you a bill. Or the restaurant is closed when you need that inspiration!
Have no fear—there are solutions and the easiest is—create a romantic spot in your home (or apartment). It could be in your boudoir (allowing you to make it as private as your heart(s) desire) or get a double whammy by making it a focal point in your interior decorating. (My favorite romantic spot is one I rarely share in private—it’s the corner of my kitchen.)
WHAT???
I didn’t plan it that way, really. It just happened. I have two ficus trees (real ones) but a fake one will work too. In the case of my ficuses, they need a lot of sunlight and the only sunlight in my house is in front of my sliding dining room/kitchen door. Thank goodness I have the room for them. Sitting there alone they looked –well, ugly. So I placed one on a step (portable) and that helped—a little. Then there was the challenge of keeping my dogs from playing tug of war in the area. So I introduced an outdoor playpen to “cage” my trees. The next step was to find my “canister up light.” These can be found at Lowe’s. (Honestly, I don't work for them.) I placed my up light where it makes lots of delicate shadows on the ceiling in the dark. (The photo is in the late afternoon. The flash destroyed the ambience after dark.)
At this point I needed a comfortable place to sit/lay and let my mind wander—thus the loveseat. And Wa-La!
You can do this too. Gather any and all your houseplants to one area and make a garden romance come alive! For those of you claiming to lack a green thumb, lacy-leafed silk plants work too (personally I strongly dislike plastic ones.) Have fun and know that your romantic spot is unique to you.
So, back to that romantic spot. It very well may be your favorite restaurant and the candle lit dinner but there’s a drawback to such a place—the waiter inevitably hands you a bill. Or the restaurant is closed when you need that inspiration!
Have no fear—there are solutions and the easiest is—create a romantic spot in your home (or apartment). It could be in your boudoir (allowing you to make it as private as your heart(s) desire) or get a double whammy by making it a focal point in your interior decorating. (My favorite romantic spot is one I rarely share in private—it’s the corner of my kitchen.)
WHAT???
At this point I needed a comfortable place to sit/lay and let my mind wander—thus the loveseat. And Wa-La!
You can do this too. Gather any and all your houseplants to one area and make a garden romance come alive! For those of you claiming to lack a green thumb, lacy-leafed silk plants work too (personally I strongly dislike plastic ones.) Have fun and know that your romantic spot is unique to you.
October 18, 2011
So, You Think You have a Story to Tell--You just might!
Whenever I talk about writing, it seems I meet a new "closet writer." This isn't a bad thing and I actually encourage everyone to write. It is in the doing that one becomes more efficient as well as one learns what he or she prefers to do. Writing isn't always a rosy evening making the keys click in time. Sometimes it is long walks both in the rain and the sunlight. And sometimes those walks are very dark. Dark due to the lack of inspiration.
Maybe the hardest thing about writing is learning the craft and lest you think it an easy craft to learn, I want to share the following. Mind you, there are many "tricks" to becoming a best selling author (which I have yet to do) but I'll only share those secrets (the ones I know at this point) with the most seriously committed--and I don't mean to the funny farm.
Keep in mind that the following is the guidelines to only one publisher. Agents and publishers all have their unique standards of what is good (or trash.)
** Permission to forward and share both granted and encouraged **
Desert Breeze Publishing is currently seeking submissions to fill
specifically our 2012 release schedule. Desert Breeze Publishing
currently releases books twice a month, and as of April 2012 we will
release books three times a month.
Desert Breeze Publishing is a royalty-paying publisher of romance in
electronic novel format, but are excited to announce we will be
releasing our top sellers in print in 2012. We publish from the sweet
to the heated, with the exclusion of erotica or erotic romance and
GLBT/alternative lifestyles. Our books are currently distributed
through Amazon and Amazon International affiliates for Kindle, Barnes
and Noble, All Romance eBooks, Kobo, and the Apple iBookstore for
distribution in the United States, Canada, Europe and Australia. All
our Inspirational/Christian Romances are available at
Christianbooks.com.
Romance should be the prevailing theme of your manuscript, not
romantic elements. We are seeking manuscripts from novella length
(between 25,000 and 35,000 words approximately) to super novel length
(exceeding 100,000 words), with a preference for novels between
55,000 and 80,000 words. We are more than willing to accept queries
on book series, and will consider a series concept when at least one
book is completed and the series has been thoroughly formulated.
We are not seeking anything shorter than 25,000 words, with a strong
preference for manuscripts of at least 30,000 words.
We will review previously published manuscripts; however, proof of
release must be provided. We prefer to see some new material along
with your previously published manuscripts.
We are looking for submissions in all of the following romance sub-
genres:
* Contemporary Romance
* Romantic Suspense
* Military-themed Romance
* Romantic Comedy/Humorous Romance
* Christian Romance
* Inspirational Romance
* Fantasy Romance
* Paranormal Romance
* Science Fiction/Futuristic/Speculative Fiction Romance
* Steampunk Romance
* Modern Cowboy Romance
* Historical Romance -- both prior to 1900 and 20th Century/Vintage
* Young Adult Romance in all genres
* Manuscripts with specific celebratory or holiday themes
And while we're actively seeking all genres, there are a few types of
submissions that would really excite us!
We are interested in expanding the scope of our Vintage/20th Century
category, stepping outside the most popular time period surrounding
World War II. An exceptional amount of change occurred in the 20th
Century, and our world was challenged in many ways. We would be
interested in seeing novels set around the Korean War or the Viet Nam
Conflict, novels with themes involving The Great Depression, the
Space Race, the end of the Cold War. There are so many possibilities.
We wish to promote the growth and expansion of the Sci Fi Rom/
Futuristic Romance/Speculative Fiction Romance genres by offering
exceptional character-driven novels and series offering appeal to the
die hard sci fi fan as well as the adventurous romance lovers. Sci Fi
romance must be smart, well planned, well thought out to build
amazing worlds and possible futures with strong characters and great
character chemistry and development.
In the same vein, Steampunk (and all variations thereof, ie:
Gaslight, Diesel Punk, etc) is a genre in high demand.
We would like to see both single title -- as well as series --
romantic suspense novels, especially with characters who serve in law
enforcement, civil service, or the military. And that's not just
limited to the heroes. We'd love to see books where the heroine is
the one doing the saving and protecting, or works beside the hero in
an equal position.
We are actively seeking inspirational and Christian novels with a bit
more real world flair. It's not always easy being a Christian, and we
would like to see novels that express that.
If you are offering a manuscript with a specific celebratory or
holiday theme, please indicate this in your submission. It would be
our goal, if possible, to schedule your book release to coincide with
whatever holiday you focus on in your manuscript to optimize sales
potential.
Full details on our submission guidelines and house preferences can
be found at our website:
http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-template/policy/Page.bok
Questions regarding submissions can be sent to:
EditorInChief@DesertBreezePublishing.com
We hope to hear from you soon!
Maybe the hardest thing about writing is learning the craft and lest you think it an easy craft to learn, I want to share the following. Mind you, there are many "tricks" to becoming a best selling author (which I have yet to do) but I'll only share those secrets (the ones I know at this point) with the most seriously committed--and I don't mean to the funny farm.
Keep in mind that the following is the guidelines to only one publisher. Agents and publishers all have their unique standards of what is good (or trash.)
** Permission to forward and share both granted and encouraged **
Desert Breeze Publishing is currently seeking submissions to fill
specifically our 2012 release schedule. Desert Breeze Publishing
currently releases books twice a month, and as of April 2012 we will
release books three times a month.
Desert Breeze Publishing is a royalty-paying publisher of romance in
electronic novel format, but are excited to announce we will be
releasing our top sellers in print in 2012. We publish from the sweet
to the heated, with the exclusion of erotica or erotic romance and
GLBT/alternative lifestyles. Our books are currently distributed
through Amazon and Amazon International affiliates for Kindle, Barnes
and Noble, All Romance eBooks, Kobo, and the Apple iBookstore for
distribution in the United States, Canada, Europe and Australia. All
our Inspirational/Christian Romances are available at
Christianbooks.com.
Romance should be the prevailing theme of your manuscript, not
romantic elements. We are seeking manuscripts from novella length
(between 25,000 and 35,000 words approximately) to super novel length
(exceeding 100,000 words), with a preference for novels between
55,000 and 80,000 words. We are more than willing to accept queries
on book series, and will consider a series concept when at least one
book is completed and the series has been thoroughly formulated.
We are not seeking anything shorter than 25,000 words, with a strong
preference for manuscripts of at least 30,000 words.
We will review previously published manuscripts; however, proof of
release must be provided. We prefer to see some new material along
with your previously published manuscripts.
We are looking for submissions in all of the following romance sub-
genres:
* Contemporary Romance
* Romantic Suspense
* Military-themed Romance
* Romantic Comedy/Humorous Romance
* Christian Romance
* Inspirational Romance
* Fantasy Romance
* Paranormal Romance
* Science Fiction/Futuristic/Speculative Fiction Romance
* Steampunk Romance
* Modern Cowboy Romance
* Historical Romance -- both prior to 1900 and 20th Century/Vintage
* Young Adult Romance in all genres
* Manuscripts with specific celebratory or holiday themes
And while we're actively seeking all genres, there are a few types of
submissions that would really excite us!
We are interested in expanding the scope of our Vintage/20th Century
category, stepping outside the most popular time period surrounding
World War II. An exceptional amount of change occurred in the 20th
Century, and our world was challenged in many ways. We would be
interested in seeing novels set around the Korean War or the Viet Nam
Conflict, novels with themes involving The Great Depression, the
Space Race, the end of the Cold War. There are so many possibilities.
We wish to promote the growth and expansion of the Sci Fi Rom/
Futuristic Romance/Speculative Fiction Romance genres by offering
exceptional character-driven novels and series offering appeal to the
die hard sci fi fan as well as the adventurous romance lovers. Sci Fi
romance must be smart, well planned, well thought out to build
amazing worlds and possible futures with strong characters and great
character chemistry and development.
In the same vein, Steampunk (and all variations thereof, ie:
Gaslight, Diesel Punk, etc) is a genre in high demand.
We would like to see both single title -- as well as series --
romantic suspense novels, especially with characters who serve in law
enforcement, civil service, or the military. And that's not just
limited to the heroes. We'd love to see books where the heroine is
the one doing the saving and protecting, or works beside the hero in
an equal position.
We are actively seeking inspirational and Christian novels with a bit
more real world flair. It's not always easy being a Christian, and we
would like to see novels that express that.
If you are offering a manuscript with a specific celebratory or
holiday theme, please indicate this in your submission. It would be
our goal, if possible, to schedule your book release to coincide with
whatever holiday you focus on in your manuscript to optimize sales
potential.
Full details on our submission guidelines and house preferences can
be found at our website:
http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-template/policy/Page.bok
Questions regarding submissions can be sent to:
EditorInChief@DesertBreezePublishing.com
We hope to hear from you soon!
October 4, 2011
General Conference Talks
Ever wish you'd taken better notes or remember who said what when? I do all the time. Thought this might help until the November 2011 Ensign or Liahona comes out.
MR says: Read quotes and themes from each talk given during general conference.
Saturday Morning
Elder Richard G. Scott: The Power of Scripture
Sister Barbara Thompson: Personal Revelation and Testimony
Elder L. Whitney Clayton: The Time Shall Come
Elder José Luis Alonso: Doing the Right Thing
President Boyd K. Packer: Counsel to Youth
President Dieter F. Uchtdorf: You Matter to Him
Saturday Afternoon
Elder David A. Bednar: The Hearts of the Children Shall Turn
Elder Neil L. Andersen: Children Essential to God’s Eternal Plan
Elder Ian S. Ardern: A Time to Prepare
Elder Carl Cook: It Is Better To Look Up
Elder D. Todd Christofferson: The Divine Gift of Repentance
Elder L. Tom Perry: Perfect Love Casteth Out Fear
Priesthood
Elder Jeffrey R. Holland: We Are All Enlisted
Elder Keith B. McMullin: The Power of the Aaronic Priesthood
Elder W. Christopher Waddell: The Opportunity of a Lifetime
President Dieter F. Uchtdorf: Providing in the Lord’s Way
President Thomas S. Monson: Dare to Stand Alone
President Henry B. Eyring: I Need Your Help
Sunday Morning
President Henry B. Eyring: A Witness
Elder Robert D. Hales: Waiting Upon the Lord
Elder Tad R. Callister: A Book from God
Sister Elaine S. Dalton: Love Her Mother
Elder M. Russell Ballard: The Importance of a Name
President Thomas S. Monson: Stand…in Holy Places
Sunday Afternoon
Elder Russell M. Nelson: Covenants
Elder Dallin H. Oaks: We are followers of Jesus Christ
Brother Matthew O. Richardson: Teaching after the Manner of the Spirit
Elder Kauhiko Yamashita: Missionaries Are a Treasure in the Church
Elder Randall K. Bennett: Choose Eternal Life
Elder J. Devn Cornish: The Privilege of Prayer
Elder Quentin L. Cook: The Songs They Could Not Sing
President Thomas S. Monson: Until We Meet Again
http://www.ldsliving.com/redirect/story/66097-general-conference-highlights-from-every-talk
MR says: Read quotes and themes from each talk given during general conference.
Saturday Morning
Elder Richard G. Scott: The Power of Scripture
Sister Barbara Thompson: Personal Revelation and Testimony
Elder L. Whitney Clayton: The Time Shall Come
Elder José Luis Alonso: Doing the Right Thing
President Boyd K. Packer: Counsel to Youth
President Dieter F. Uchtdorf: You Matter to Him
Saturday Afternoon
Elder David A. Bednar: The Hearts of the Children Shall Turn
Elder Neil L. Andersen: Children Essential to God’s Eternal Plan
Elder Ian S. Ardern: A Time to Prepare
Elder Carl Cook: It Is Better To Look Up
Elder D. Todd Christofferson: The Divine Gift of Repentance
Elder L. Tom Perry: Perfect Love Casteth Out Fear
Priesthood
Elder Jeffrey R. Holland: We Are All Enlisted
Elder Keith B. McMullin: The Power of the Aaronic Priesthood
Elder W. Christopher Waddell: The Opportunity of a Lifetime
President Dieter F. Uchtdorf: Providing in the Lord’s Way
President Thomas S. Monson: Dare to Stand Alone
President Henry B. Eyring: I Need Your Help
Sunday Morning
President Henry B. Eyring: A Witness
Elder Robert D. Hales: Waiting Upon the Lord
Elder Tad R. Callister: A Book from God
Sister Elaine S. Dalton: Love Her Mother
Elder M. Russell Ballard: The Importance of a Name
President Thomas S. Monson: Stand…in Holy Places
Sunday Afternoon
Elder Russell M. Nelson: Covenants
Elder Dallin H. Oaks: We are followers of Jesus Christ
Brother Matthew O. Richardson: Teaching after the Manner of the Spirit
Elder Kauhiko Yamashita: Missionaries Are a Treasure in the Church
Elder Randall K. Bennett: Choose Eternal Life
Elder J. Devn Cornish: The Privilege of Prayer
Elder Quentin L. Cook: The Songs They Could Not Sing
President Thomas S. Monson: Until We Meet Again
http://www.ldsliving.com/redirect/story/66097-general-conference-highlights-from-every-talk
September 20, 2011
Highclass Humor
(This is not mine but I couldn't not share. Have a laugh on me.)
Price of gas in France
A thief in Paris planned to steal some paintings from the Louvre.
After careful planning, he got past security, stole the paintings, and made it safely to his van. However, he was captured only two blocks away when his van ran out of gas.
When asked how he could mastermind such a crime and then make such an obvious error, he replied, 'Monsieur, that is the reason I stole the paintings.'
I had no Monet
To buy Degas
To make the Van Gogh.
See if you have De Gaulle to send this on to someone else.
I sent it to you because I figured I had nothing Toulouse.
While you were not looking...........what else has she got to do after hanging around for so long?
(Recieved via email this morning.)
Price of gas in France
A thief in Paris planned to steal some paintings from the Louvre.
After careful planning, he got past security, stole the paintings, and made it safely to his van. However, he was captured only two blocks away when his van ran out of gas.
When asked how he could mastermind such a crime and then make such an obvious error, he replied, 'Monsieur, that is the reason I stole the paintings.'
I had no Monet
To buy Degas
To make the Van Gogh.
See if you have De Gaulle to send this on to someone else.
I sent it to you because I figured I had nothing Toulouse.
While you were not looking...........what else has she got to do after hanging around for so long?
(Recieved via email this morning.)
September 13, 2011
Yummy for the Tummy and Heart Reads.
I love Josi Kilpack’s Mysteries! Of course I’m one of those that feels compelled to try out some of the recipes in her books.
My daughter loves to make cookies, peanut butter cookies in particular. But . . . I talked her into making Josi’s Butterfinger Cookies and ohh. If you like peanut butter cookies, you have to try them. Unfortunately, Josi hasn’t given me permission to post her scrumptious recipes here. I copy the recipes I think sound great to my recipe box and since there are a bunch, I’m thinking the Butterfinger Cookies are found in Key Lime Pie. For those of you that don’t read Josi Kilpack’s books, that’s the title of her fourth book in the series. I could be wrong though, long summer you know. Maybe the recipe’s in Devil’s Food Cake. Okay, I’ll start keeping track of which recipe came from which book. I might even be able to convince Josi to add a link to this post so you can follow to her blog (hint hint Josi if you have all your recipes posted there.)
I’m currently devouring Blackberry Crumble set in the Portland, Oregon area. Hey, why not with fresh blackberries growing behind our house. Another yummy recipe to try!
I can hardly wait to check out Pumpkin Roll (which I downloaded to my Kindle.) Oh the joys of too little time, too many good reads!
If you’ve read any of her books, and/or tried the recipes I invite you to share . . .
Maybe cozy mysteries aren’t your thing. You’re welcome to share comments on your latest read. Just remember to be kind.
I’m looking for a review of Donna Hatch’s The Stranger She Married. Donna writes Regency Romance and I’m currently looking at her upcoming novel The Dukes Daughter. Okay, I admit it, I love both of these authors.
Until next time, enjoy your reading minutes and find a few more while waiting for the kids at soccer practice or the doctors . . .
My daughter loves to make cookies, peanut butter cookies in particular. But . . . I talked her into making Josi’s Butterfinger Cookies and ohh. If you like peanut butter cookies, you have to try them. Unfortunately, Josi hasn’t given me permission to post her scrumptious recipes here. I copy the recipes I think sound great to my recipe box and since there are a bunch, I’m thinking the Butterfinger Cookies are found in Key Lime Pie. For those of you that don’t read Josi Kilpack’s books, that’s the title of her fourth book in the series. I could be wrong though, long summer you know. Maybe the recipe’s in Devil’s Food Cake. Okay, I’ll start keeping track of which recipe came from which book. I might even be able to convince Josi to add a link to this post so you can follow to her blog (hint hint Josi if you have all your recipes posted there.)
I’m currently devouring Blackberry Crumble set in the Portland, Oregon area. Hey, why not with fresh blackberries growing behind our house. Another yummy recipe to try!
I can hardly wait to check out Pumpkin Roll (which I downloaded to my Kindle.) Oh the joys of too little time, too many good reads!
If you’ve read any of her books, and/or tried the recipes I invite you to share . . .
Maybe cozy mysteries aren’t your thing. You’re welcome to share comments on your latest read. Just remember to be kind.
I’m looking for a review of Donna Hatch’s The Stranger She Married. Donna writes Regency Romance and I’m currently looking at her upcoming novel The Dukes Daughter. Okay, I admit it, I love both of these authors.
Until next time, enjoy your reading minutes and find a few more while waiting for the kids at soccer practice or the doctors . . .
September 7, 2011
Preparing for the Best
Catch-y title don’t you think? Let me assure you that is what I’m currently doing. For years I have intended to write a post based on Elder Dallin H. Oaks talk Good, Better, Best. Today I will finally do so. The message has never really been far from my mind since hearing it in the October 2007 General conference of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
One of my children asks a question and not knowing exactly how to best guide him or her, I’ve resorted to reminding him/her to make the Best choice, not merely a Good choice or even the Better choice, but the Best choice. The child that is now an adult has claimed my answer to be a “cop-out.” I smile and remind him to “study it out in his mind . . .” Did he follow my counsel and make the Best choice? Only he knows for sure and I can sigh knowing I taught him correct principles.
My teen asks me what she should do in a particular situation. I smile, feeling more confident with my answer. “You need to choose the Best, not the Better which would be wise, but not necessarily the best.” She rolls her eyes ,”You’ve said that before.” “Yes, I have because it is the Best counsel I can give you. You’ve been taught correct principles. The choice is not mine to make. You have your agency; just remember to use it wisely.”
My pre-teen struggles with peers and asks me what to do. Poor child, he’s heard the answers mentioned above and has also heard my mention of the choices made, and the consequences that followed those choices. I give him that stern yet loving motherly look that says, “You already know the answer,” and remind him of a previous choice he’s made.
Motherly pride swells in my breast when I think of the earlier situation because . . . Father counseled him with a Good choice on that occasion. Mother counseled him with yet another Good choice and yet he made the Best choice by handling the situation and subsequent situations as Jesus Christ would have. (Obviously Mom and Dad went to school on his example.)
So, what do these examples have to do with my personal preparations for the Best?
October 1st and 2nd will find me arranging my schedule to listen to the 182nd Annual General Conference of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I invite each of you to join me in listening to prophets and apostles in this worldwide conference. Visit http://lds.org/ or http://mormon.org/ or the BYU links/channels for more information on local times.
Here’s hoping you and I choose the Best.
One of my children asks a question and not knowing exactly how to best guide him or her, I’ve resorted to reminding him/her to make the Best choice, not merely a Good choice or even the Better choice, but the Best choice. The child that is now an adult has claimed my answer to be a “cop-out.” I smile and remind him to “study it out in his mind . . .” Did he follow my counsel and make the Best choice? Only he knows for sure and I can sigh knowing I taught him correct principles.
My teen asks me what she should do in a particular situation. I smile, feeling more confident with my answer. “You need to choose the Best, not the Better which would be wise, but not necessarily the best.” She rolls her eyes ,”You’ve said that before.” “Yes, I have because it is the Best counsel I can give you. You’ve been taught correct principles. The choice is not mine to make. You have your agency; just remember to use it wisely.”
My pre-teen struggles with peers and asks me what to do. Poor child, he’s heard the answers mentioned above and has also heard my mention of the choices made, and the consequences that followed those choices. I give him that stern yet loving motherly look that says, “You already know the answer,” and remind him of a previous choice he’s made.
Motherly pride swells in my breast when I think of the earlier situation because . . . Father counseled him with a Good choice on that occasion. Mother counseled him with yet another Good choice and yet he made the Best choice by handling the situation and subsequent situations as Jesus Christ would have. (Obviously Mom and Dad went to school on his example.)
So, what do these examples have to do with my personal preparations for the Best?
October 1st and 2nd will find me arranging my schedule to listen to the 182nd Annual General Conference of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I invite each of you to join me in listening to prophets and apostles in this worldwide conference. Visit http://lds.org/ or http://mormon.org/ or the BYU links/channels for more information on local times.
Here’s hoping you and I choose the Best.
August 30, 2011
A Week of Trials
A Week of Trials for some of my dearest friends. You know who you are and I’m aware that some of those visiting here have similar trials.
To those of you dealing with the recent diagnosis of cancer in one of its many forms—I send my love and prayers that your difficulties may be minimal, both of body and mind. May the Lord bless you with comfort and doctors that are interested in your wellbeing and not their pocket books.
(Deep breath). To those mourning/grieving the loss of a loved one. I send my deepest sympathy and heartfelt love. In the coming hours of deepest pain try to accept that in spite of the denial that death is a very real part of life, it is. Knowing that others have and will experience what you are going through may not help, but there is a far better place for your loved ones, and you too.
And to both groups: Although there are those around you that need you to be strong right now, there are those who invite you to literally fall apart with their loving arms wrapped tightly around you. Take advantage of those moments that refill your soul’s bucket of love and strength.
There is a semi-bitter truth in the mourning/grieving process. Believe me when I tell you that in losing a part of yourself, you go through the same mourning process as that of the loss of a loved one. The fact is that there are five steps in the mourning process. In order for you to complete your “closure” you will taste them all. There is no set course through the landmines of mourning and grief. You may enjoy (said with tongue-in-cheek) one of more of these very briefly, but others may sap your strength for a long period of time. You may even think you have crossed the course unscathed only to find years later that you stumble upon a landmine that explodes in your face. Such has been the case for me.
There may be a way to prepare for the landmines of mourning and grief, but if there is, I’ve not found it. So I can only remind you to be gentle with yourself and those around you through this difficult and treacherous time. Lest you think I’ve forgotten, these are the five very real landmines you must face at this time. Remember that there is no rule book declaring the order of these, nor rules for how to handle each one.
Denial (often experienced as the shock wears thin)
Anger (This may be targeted toward self, others, or unrelated situations and people.)
Bargaining (It should have been me. If only . . .)
Depression (May last days or even years. Keep an eye on this one.)
Acceptance (Oh the healing balm of this one.)
To those of you dealing with the recent diagnosis of cancer in one of its many forms—I send my love and prayers that your difficulties may be minimal, both of body and mind. May the Lord bless you with comfort and doctors that are interested in your wellbeing and not their pocket books.
(Deep breath). To those mourning/grieving the loss of a loved one. I send my deepest sympathy and heartfelt love. In the coming hours of deepest pain try to accept that in spite of the denial that death is a very real part of life, it is. Knowing that others have and will experience what you are going through may not help, but there is a far better place for your loved ones, and you too.
And to both groups: Although there are those around you that need you to be strong right now, there are those who invite you to literally fall apart with their loving arms wrapped tightly around you. Take advantage of those moments that refill your soul’s bucket of love and strength.
There is a semi-bitter truth in the mourning/grieving process. Believe me when I tell you that in losing a part of yourself, you go through the same mourning process as that of the loss of a loved one. The fact is that there are five steps in the mourning process. In order for you to complete your “closure” you will taste them all. There is no set course through the landmines of mourning and grief. You may enjoy (said with tongue-in-cheek) one of more of these very briefly, but others may sap your strength for a long period of time. You may even think you have crossed the course unscathed only to find years later that you stumble upon a landmine that explodes in your face. Such has been the case for me.
There may be a way to prepare for the landmines of mourning and grief, but if there is, I’ve not found it. So I can only remind you to be gentle with yourself and those around you through this difficult and treacherous time. Lest you think I’ve forgotten, these are the five very real landmines you must face at this time. Remember that there is no rule book declaring the order of these, nor rules for how to handle each one.
Denial (often experienced as the shock wears thin)
Anger (This may be targeted toward self, others, or unrelated situations and people.)
Bargaining (It should have been me. If only . . .)
Depression (May last days or even years. Keep an eye on this one.)
Acceptance (Oh the healing balm of this one.)
August 26, 2011
A Unique Society of Women
I think that I belong to the most unique Society of Women ever organized and I'll tell you just a little of why.
In the Relief Society, we are not merely women of the world from all over the world, we are sisters. Whether from North America (where I call home), South America, Europe, Africa, Asia, the islands of the sea or one of the many nations in between, we are sisters. There is no sister so isolated but what she can do a great deal towards establishing the Kingdom of God upon the earth. My blog is part of my effort to do just that.
This society is one "separate from all the evils of the world--choice, virtuous, and holy" (Joseph Smith). It helps us strengthen our faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. As we progress spiritually our sense of belonging, identity, and self-worth increases.
To learn more about this amazing society of women, please visit http://mormon.org/
Thoughts are gathered from A Society of Holy Women, August Ensign 2011.
In the Relief Society, we are not merely women of the world from all over the world, we are sisters. Whether from North America (where I call home), South America, Europe, Africa, Asia, the islands of the sea or one of the many nations in between, we are sisters. There is no sister so isolated but what she can do a great deal towards establishing the Kingdom of God upon the earth. My blog is part of my effort to do just that.
This society is one "separate from all the evils of the world--choice, virtuous, and holy" (Joseph Smith). It helps us strengthen our faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. As we progress spiritually our sense of belonging, identity, and self-worth increases.
To learn more about this amazing society of women, please visit http://mormon.org/
Thoughts are gathered from A Society of Holy Women, August Ensign 2011.
August 12, 2011
Part 2: Sweet Saturday Samples
His Precious Treasure
This contempopry Romance is rated PG-13
(language maynot be acceptable for all audiences)
Kimmy’s mother, Irene peered through the screen door moments later. “Are you okay?”
“I’m just fine and dandy,” Kimmy spat, her face contorted with anger. She didn’t wait for Irene’s reaction to the broken pitcher before turning her chair to her own escape, the lawn several feet below the porch. The roses along the ramp reached for her bare skin scratching her hands. She ignored them and her mother’s sobs over the broken heirloom.
How could he do this to her? Didn’t Lee love her? He’d held her hand through all the pain and disappointments. She’d smiled for him despite the physical and emotional pain for most of four years. Now he walked out on her. She’d dealt with many disappointments, and expected many more, but not this. Somehow she must find the will to go on. But who could love her now?
Chapter 2
The sound of an old car back firing drifted up to Kimmy from the streets below. She wheeled across the patio to the mounted telescope, swinging it around to focus on Desi’s old Chevy SS Sport.
The day after Kimmy’s twenty-first birthday had quickly filled with boredom. She focused the lens to catch Desi and her faithful sidekick Corrinna as they rounded the corner on Main Street and pulled into the gas pump at Macon’s. A new pick-up shined fire engine red as it rolled to a stop beside Macon’s weathered truck. A stranger exited, speaking to Old Macon who waved, ducking his head under the open hood of the older truck. The stranger joined him.
Kimmy watched the two girls extricate themselves from the pea-green SS Sport. They wore tank tops and shorts accented by jewelry and make-up. Kimmy cringed knowing she’d become an unwelcome companion with the girls. Deemed the ‘Three Musketeers’ by a teacher, the name had soon caught on throughout the whole community. But that had all changed on one fateful afternoon.
Kimmy noted Desi’s bold sashay from her old car to her chosen and unsuspecting prey. A rather nicely fitting pair of jeans had drawn Desi’s attention. Kimmy and Desi shared similar tastes in guys. Desi maneuvered close enough to learn if dimples and a great smile accented the stranger’s narrow hips, broad shoulders, and generous good looks. Corrinna carefully orchestrated her less flamboyant strut. Both girls wore high heels with their short shorts to show off shapely legs.
Kimmy watched her one-time cohorts as they worked their wares on the new comer. Would they succeed in turning his head? They usually did. Kimmy shuddered knowing that she would have had a hand in the pending activities at Macon’s, possibly even assuming the part of ringleader. She missed the adrenalin rush of the challenge for a guy’s attention, but that part of her life would never return.
Desi approached the impromptu mechanic with an unopened Coke in hand. She apparently earned only a slight greeting in return for her effort. He still reached into the motor with both hands. Kimmy wasn’t sure if she should cheer for Desi or the attractive stranger. Who would win this round? The stranger must have asked Desi to hand him a wrench because she bent over at the waist and reached into the open toolbox for one. This action brought the desired response as his attention followed her well-rounded figure. The stranger didn’t see Desi’s free hand tug at her top to bring it tighter across her bust.
Desi seemed to think she had her fish hooked and Kimmy did too, but somehow he wiggled free. Apparently, Desi’s wanton display didn’t affect him. Desi left the Coke on the Chevy’s fender as she walked away, throwing a comment over her shoulder. Desi and Corrinna didn’t see the stranger stop his work and watch them drive away, but Kimmy did. Chalk up one more for “Decadent Desi.” She had won the round by default.
This contempopry Romance is rated PG-13
(language maynot be acceptable for all audiences)
Kimmy’s mother, Irene peered through the screen door moments later. “Are you okay?”
“I’m just fine and dandy,” Kimmy spat, her face contorted with anger. She didn’t wait for Irene’s reaction to the broken pitcher before turning her chair to her own escape, the lawn several feet below the porch. The roses along the ramp reached for her bare skin scratching her hands. She ignored them and her mother’s sobs over the broken heirloom.
How could he do this to her? Didn’t Lee love her? He’d held her hand through all the pain and disappointments. She’d smiled for him despite the physical and emotional pain for most of four years. Now he walked out on her. She’d dealt with many disappointments, and expected many more, but not this. Somehow she must find the will to go on. But who could love her now?
Chapter 2
The sound of an old car back firing drifted up to Kimmy from the streets below. She wheeled across the patio to the mounted telescope, swinging it around to focus on Desi’s old Chevy SS Sport.
The day after Kimmy’s twenty-first birthday had quickly filled with boredom. She focused the lens to catch Desi and her faithful sidekick Corrinna as they rounded the corner on Main Street and pulled into the gas pump at Macon’s. A new pick-up shined fire engine red as it rolled to a stop beside Macon’s weathered truck. A stranger exited, speaking to Old Macon who waved, ducking his head under the open hood of the older truck. The stranger joined him.
Kimmy watched the two girls extricate themselves from the pea-green SS Sport. They wore tank tops and shorts accented by jewelry and make-up. Kimmy cringed knowing she’d become an unwelcome companion with the girls. Deemed the ‘Three Musketeers’ by a teacher, the name had soon caught on throughout the whole community. But that had all changed on one fateful afternoon.
Kimmy noted Desi’s bold sashay from her old car to her chosen and unsuspecting prey. A rather nicely fitting pair of jeans had drawn Desi’s attention. Kimmy and Desi shared similar tastes in guys. Desi maneuvered close enough to learn if dimples and a great smile accented the stranger’s narrow hips, broad shoulders, and generous good looks. Corrinna carefully orchestrated her less flamboyant strut. Both girls wore high heels with their short shorts to show off shapely legs.
Kimmy watched her one-time cohorts as they worked their wares on the new comer. Would they succeed in turning his head? They usually did. Kimmy shuddered knowing that she would have had a hand in the pending activities at Macon’s, possibly even assuming the part of ringleader. She missed the adrenalin rush of the challenge for a guy’s attention, but that part of her life would never return.
Desi approached the impromptu mechanic with an unopened Coke in hand. She apparently earned only a slight greeting in return for her effort. He still reached into the motor with both hands. Kimmy wasn’t sure if she should cheer for Desi or the attractive stranger. Who would win this round? The stranger must have asked Desi to hand him a wrench because she bent over at the waist and reached into the open toolbox for one. This action brought the desired response as his attention followed her well-rounded figure. The stranger didn’t see Desi’s free hand tug at her top to bring it tighter across her bust.
Desi seemed to think she had her fish hooked and Kimmy did too, but somehow he wiggled free. Apparently, Desi’s wanton display didn’t affect him. Desi left the Coke on the Chevy’s fender as she walked away, throwing a comment over her shoulder. Desi and Corrinna didn’t see the stranger stop his work and watch them drive away, but Kimmy did. Chalk up one more for “Decadent Desi.” She had won the round by default.
August 9, 2011
My Summer of ups and DOWNS (so far)
I really did take the time to write a decent blog post for this week. Unfortunately, my effort to poke fun at my experiences with the medical profession came off sounding like a cruel dig at the doctors so I deleted it. Instead I'll summarize without the humor and hope you don't have similar experiences.
My OBGYN insists that I'm pre- menopausal (whatever that means . . .) also advised me to stop stepping on my bathroom scales. The other advise given doesn't warrant mention more than it felt all wrong. So I got a second opinion.
The second opinion recommended that I make a drastic diet change to meat and veggies and when asked for how long he merely smiled.
Following their advice, I've experienced what a family member calls an anorexic weight loss.
Two months later, I've quit taking the prescriptions, decided to ignore the diet changes and FINALLY start to feel better. Of course the doctors are both fuming---how dare I take my health into my own hands?
The moral to all this? Don't let doctors meddle with nature. It will, at its own pace take care of itself. Will the weight come back on? Oh, I'm sure I'll find it over the coming years!
My OBGYN insists that I'm pre- menopausal (whatever that means . . .) also advised me to stop stepping on my bathroom scales. The other advise given doesn't warrant mention more than it felt all wrong. So I got a second opinion.
The second opinion recommended that I make a drastic diet change to meat and veggies and when asked for how long he merely smiled.
Following their advice, I've experienced what a family member calls an anorexic weight loss.
Two months later, I've quit taking the prescriptions, decided to ignore the diet changes and FINALLY start to feel better. Of course the doctors are both fuming---how dare I take my health into my own hands?
The moral to all this? Don't let doctors meddle with nature. It will, at its own pace take care of itself. Will the weight come back on? Oh, I'm sure I'll find it over the coming years!
August 3, 2011
Latest WIP Update
While His Precious Treasure cools so that we (I and a friend who has consented to line edit it) can come back and attack it with fresh eyes for the polishing process, a new story is unfolding in the living room of my mind. This is a much more complex story.
In the mean time you will notice the first two chapters here on my blog (I'm playing my Daisy Petal Pulling Game to decide just how much will be posted.) I know, real scientific . . .
One week in and I've reached the 8,500 word count in the new WIP (Even after gutting 600 words of unneccessary back story and fluff.) As of yet the novel is untitled without even a hint of an idea for such tapping at the edges of my mind. My other half has suggested "Hand-off."
This new piece is a Time-travel of sorts with a few twists and turns. The opening chapters remind me of a resent favorite, Blackberry Crumble by Josi Kilpack.
Mimicing is the greatest form of flattery . . . or something like that. I love Josi's writing, what can I say?
Visit next Saturday for the next installment of His Precious Treasure and let me know if you're dying to read more here. Otherwise I'll save it for the publisher.
In the mean time you will notice the first two chapters here on my blog (I'm playing my Daisy Petal Pulling Game to decide just how much will be posted.) I know, real scientific . . .
One week in and I've reached the 8,500 word count in the new WIP (Even after gutting 600 words of unneccessary back story and fluff.) As of yet the novel is untitled without even a hint of an idea for such tapping at the edges of my mind. My other half has suggested "Hand-off."
This new piece is a Time-travel of sorts with a few twists and turns. The opening chapters remind me of a resent favorite, Blackberry Crumble by Josi Kilpack.
Mimicing is the greatest form of flattery . . . or something like that. I love Josi's writing, what can I say?
Visit next Saturday for the next installment of His Precious Treasure and let me know if you're dying to read more here. Otherwise I'll save it for the publisher.
August 1, 2011
He Loves Me . . . He Loves Me Not . . .
So it's taken me a little longer than I thought it would to pull all the petals off the daisy (yeah, two whole weeks.)
But, since this past weekend I shared the first scene of His Precious Treasure I decided that you might want me to share the why in the title.
A brief overview of our story:
When a surgeon’s mistake leaves Kimmy Langley in a wheelchair, she must demonstrate her assertive nature in spite of her disability.
Trevor Palmer comes to town determined to find his grandfather’s hidden mine. His world literally caves in on him when his mine collapses, leaving him in a wheelchair of his own. If Kimmy is to follow her life-long dream of training horses and riders, she must move hundreds of miles away. Sure that her feelings for Trevor are misplaced, she leaves him to cope with adjusting to his life without her. Young and free spirited, Kimmy falls in love with another. Soon fate turns the tables, threatening her life and her chance at true love. Only Trevor cares enough to save her life, if he can.
(You might choose to read the first scene in the previous post on July 29, 2011.)
At the time we join the story in the following snippet, Kimmy is HIS (Trevor's) house guest. (I know--How did that happen?) Let's see what's happening . . .
“You’re kidding!”
“No, I’m not kidding. But it’s getting late and it’ll get cold in here, too. Since you seem to want the bed, get. Or I might change my mind and make you sleep in the truck!”
“Will you tuck me in?” Kim begged.
“Go brush your teeth and I’ll come tuck you in on my way back to this overly comfortable chair.”
Trevor waited five minutes before hobbling into the bathroom to brush his teeth. It wouldn’t do to have bad breath when he tucked her in. He took longer than usual, planning his strategy.
He wore his usual manner as he entered the room, not wanting to give her the slightest clue to his plans. He sat on the edge of the bed without a word, securely tucking her in on both sides. A hint of mischief curled the corners of his lips seconds before he commenced his tickle attack.
Kim writhed out of control unable to get very far in her cocoon. “Oh, you skunk! This isn’t fair! I asked you to tuck me in not torture me.”
“Torture? That isn’t torture, this is.” He leaned over her kissing her deeply. As Kim came up for air, he made another pass. His hands went under her, searching . . . Unable to get under the blankets without paying close attention to his hands, Trevor stopped and scooted to the foot of the bed. He sat still, taking several deep breaths to regain his self-control. “Now, stopping is the torture. Goodnight my Princess.”
Unlike the previous night, he locked the door and pulled it closed behind him. His precious treasure would remain safe from the nearest danger on this night. He steeled his nerves, returning to the bathroom for a cold shower.
Hooked yet? Let me know what you think . . .
But, since this past weekend I shared the first scene of His Precious Treasure I decided that you might want me to share the why in the title.
A brief overview of our story:
When a surgeon’s mistake leaves Kimmy Langley in a wheelchair, she must demonstrate her assertive nature in spite of her disability.
Trevor Palmer comes to town determined to find his grandfather’s hidden mine. His world literally caves in on him when his mine collapses, leaving him in a wheelchair of his own. If Kimmy is to follow her life-long dream of training horses and riders, she must move hundreds of miles away. Sure that her feelings for Trevor are misplaced, she leaves him to cope with adjusting to his life without her. Young and free spirited, Kimmy falls in love with another. Soon fate turns the tables, threatening her life and her chance at true love. Only Trevor cares enough to save her life, if he can.
(You might choose to read the first scene in the previous post on July 29, 2011.)
At the time we join the story in the following snippet, Kimmy is HIS (Trevor's) house guest. (I know--How did that happen?) Let's see what's happening . . .
“You’re kidding!”
“No, I’m not kidding. But it’s getting late and it’ll get cold in here, too. Since you seem to want the bed, get. Or I might change my mind and make you sleep in the truck!”
“Will you tuck me in?” Kim begged.
“Go brush your teeth and I’ll come tuck you in on my way back to this overly comfortable chair.”
Trevor waited five minutes before hobbling into the bathroom to brush his teeth. It wouldn’t do to have bad breath when he tucked her in. He took longer than usual, planning his strategy.
He wore his usual manner as he entered the room, not wanting to give her the slightest clue to his plans. He sat on the edge of the bed without a word, securely tucking her in on both sides. A hint of mischief curled the corners of his lips seconds before he commenced his tickle attack.
Kim writhed out of control unable to get very far in her cocoon. “Oh, you skunk! This isn’t fair! I asked you to tuck me in not torture me.”
“Torture? That isn’t torture, this is.” He leaned over her kissing her deeply. As Kim came up for air, he made another pass. His hands went under her, searching . . . Unable to get under the blankets without paying close attention to his hands, Trevor stopped and scooted to the foot of the bed. He sat still, taking several deep breaths to regain his self-control. “Now, stopping is the torture. Goodnight my Princess.”
Unlike the previous night, he locked the door and pulled it closed behind him. His precious treasure would remain safe from the nearest danger on this night. He steeled his nerves, returning to the bathroom for a cold shower.
Hooked yet? Let me know what you think . . .
July 29, 2011
His Precious Treasure
His Precious Treasure is rated PG-13 for brief violence.
This excerpt is approx. 750 words
“I’m never going to walk again.” Kimmy said avoiding Lee’s eyes. She couldn’t let him see her pain. She must be strong. The sun set, shooting its last brilliant rays through the few clouds, giving a peaceful evening glow to her birthday. Kimmy watched the sunset paint the mountains beneath varying hues of orange and purple.
Lee folded his arms in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”
Kimmy shifted uneasily in her chair her long auburn hair falling over her shoulder. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“But the therapist . . . she said that there has been improvement.” Lee cocked his head as if to claim his twenty-one years of experience a wealth of knowledge.
Kimmy dropped her gaze to her hands. The evening had started so wonderfully. She had planned and waited almost a week for this perfect setting on the back porch to share this news, including her new shirt of soft blues and light chocolate brown jeans. It wasn’t going well.
“The therapist isn’t a doctor. Dr. Buzzy, the quack, referred her. For all we know her license is as squeaky clean as his,” Kimmy scoffed.
“Maybe your folks should take you for a second opinion.” Lee looked like a scared jackrabbit.
“A second opinion? Dr. Mason is the second opinion. He is recognized as the best in his field.”
“Every doctor makes mistakes. Maybe . . .”
“Dr. Buzzy made the mistake! And I’m the one that gets to pay for it. Maybe you think I asked for this?” Kimmy asked in disdain, indicating her wheelchair.
“I didn’t mean . . .”
“What did you mean?” Her hand settled close to the empty pitcher on the table beside her, her mother’s best.
Lee shook his head. “What about our plans? Are you just going to throw them away?”
His lack of support angered Kimmy. She needed to release her frustrations. Almost without thought she reached for a glass of lemonade but stopped, her hand resting against the nearly empty crystal pitcher.
“I haven’t changed the plan Lee. Have you?”
“You’ve got to be kidding!” He stood, stepping away from her. “Look at you. You aren’t going anywhere.”
Kimmy huffed in frustration. His expression seemed cold almost distant, less supportive somehow. She wanted to tell him she loved him even if it meant from her wheelchair the rest of her life. Wasn’t that enough?
“Lee, I haven’t lied to you. As soon as we knew I might not walk again, I told you. Dr. Mason has monitored my nominal improvement since then. I’ve worked hard. Last week he stated his findings before the judge in my case against Dr. Buzzy. I’m not going to get better. This is the best it’s going to get.”
“What you said was that you might be in a wheelchair. You didn’t mention anything about forever,” Lee argued.
“I’ve shared every update with you. I never said I was going to get out of this chair. You assumed when you thought this was temporary. I still love you. We can change our dreams to fit. We can still get married,” Kimmy said, trying to rein in her frustration.
“What about all the things we were going to do, places we want to see? Don’t you want to walk on the beach with me?” Lee’s positive balloon of support over the past four years quickly deflated.
“It’s not the end of the world. We can still do some of those things.”
“From a wheelchair? Not likely,” Lee huffed.
“You aren’t in this chair. I am. You do, I’ll watch and cheer you on.”
“You’re not a cheerleader.”
Kimmy’s world cracked. Not a cheerleader? She was the head cheerleader at the local high school! Or was going to be . . . before the accident.
“Lee,” her words came out sounding strained. “Don’t you love me? I’m the same girl. I haven’t changed.”
“You’re not the same Kimmy. We’re not the same.” Lee stepped closer to the screen door and his exit route before turning back to face her. “Maybe it isn’t the end of the world, but it has to be the end of us. I don’t want a wife in a wheelchair. I’m sorry.”
Lee opened the screen door, making his escape. The front door slammed behind him.
Kimmy grasped the nearest thing, throwing the pitcher at Lee’s retreating form. “Son of a bitch!” The pitcher hit the doorframe, shattering.
This excerpt is approx. 750 words
“I’m never going to walk again.” Kimmy said avoiding Lee’s eyes. She couldn’t let him see her pain. She must be strong. The sun set, shooting its last brilliant rays through the few clouds, giving a peaceful evening glow to her birthday. Kimmy watched the sunset paint the mountains beneath varying hues of orange and purple.
Lee folded his arms in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”
Kimmy shifted uneasily in her chair her long auburn hair falling over her shoulder. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“But the therapist . . . she said that there has been improvement.” Lee cocked his head as if to claim his twenty-one years of experience a wealth of knowledge.
Kimmy dropped her gaze to her hands. The evening had started so wonderfully. She had planned and waited almost a week for this perfect setting on the back porch to share this news, including her new shirt of soft blues and light chocolate brown jeans. It wasn’t going well.
“The therapist isn’t a doctor. Dr. Buzzy, the quack, referred her. For all we know her license is as squeaky clean as his,” Kimmy scoffed.
“Maybe your folks should take you for a second opinion.” Lee looked like a scared jackrabbit.
“A second opinion? Dr. Mason is the second opinion. He is recognized as the best in his field.”
“Every doctor makes mistakes. Maybe . . .”
“Dr. Buzzy made the mistake! And I’m the one that gets to pay for it. Maybe you think I asked for this?” Kimmy asked in disdain, indicating her wheelchair.
“I didn’t mean . . .”
“What did you mean?” Her hand settled close to the empty pitcher on the table beside her, her mother’s best.
Lee shook his head. “What about our plans? Are you just going to throw them away?”
His lack of support angered Kimmy. She needed to release her frustrations. Almost without thought she reached for a glass of lemonade but stopped, her hand resting against the nearly empty crystal pitcher.
“I haven’t changed the plan Lee. Have you?”
“You’ve got to be kidding!” He stood, stepping away from her. “Look at you. You aren’t going anywhere.”
Kimmy huffed in frustration. His expression seemed cold almost distant, less supportive somehow. She wanted to tell him she loved him even if it meant from her wheelchair the rest of her life. Wasn’t that enough?
“Lee, I haven’t lied to you. As soon as we knew I might not walk again, I told you. Dr. Mason has monitored my nominal improvement since then. I’ve worked hard. Last week he stated his findings before the judge in my case against Dr. Buzzy. I’m not going to get better. This is the best it’s going to get.”
“What you said was that you might be in a wheelchair. You didn’t mention anything about forever,” Lee argued.
“I’ve shared every update with you. I never said I was going to get out of this chair. You assumed when you thought this was temporary. I still love you. We can change our dreams to fit. We can still get married,” Kimmy said, trying to rein in her frustration.
“What about all the things we were going to do, places we want to see? Don’t you want to walk on the beach with me?” Lee’s positive balloon of support over the past four years quickly deflated.
“It’s not the end of the world. We can still do some of those things.”
“From a wheelchair? Not likely,” Lee huffed.
“You aren’t in this chair. I am. You do, I’ll watch and cheer you on.”
“You’re not a cheerleader.”
Kimmy’s world cracked. Not a cheerleader? She was the head cheerleader at the local high school! Or was going to be . . . before the accident.
“Lee,” her words came out sounding strained. “Don’t you love me? I’m the same girl. I haven’t changed.”
“You’re not the same Kimmy. We’re not the same.” Lee stepped closer to the screen door and his exit route before turning back to face her. “Maybe it isn’t the end of the world, but it has to be the end of us. I don’t want a wife in a wheelchair. I’m sorry.”
Lee opened the screen door, making his escape. The front door slammed behind him.
Kimmy grasped the nearest thing, throwing the pitcher at Lee’s retreating form. “Son of a bitch!” The pitcher hit the doorframe, shattering.
July 28, 2011
Killer Carrot Cake
Coulda sworn I had this recipe buried deep in this blog, but it ain't here and so, since I invited friends to come visit and find the recipe, here it is.
1 box commercial spice cake mix.
1-2 cups left over "Mormon Carrot Salad" (you know the one with shredded carrots, raisins and good ol' Miracle Whip)
Follow directions on cake mix box. Bake a little longer and frost with your favorite cream cheese frosting. Easy!
Hint: If you like knowing you've got raisins in your cake, don't use an electric mixer.
1 box commercial spice cake mix.
1-2 cups left over "Mormon Carrot Salad" (you know the one with shredded carrots, raisins and good ol' Miracle Whip)
Follow directions on cake mix box. Bake a little longer and frost with your favorite cream cheese frosting. Easy!
Hint: If you like knowing you've got raisins in your cake, don't use an electric mixer.
Part 3 of Interview with Liz Adair
Tell us about your all time favorite character of your creating.
I think Spider Latham is my favorite character. He’s an ordinary man having a tough old row. He’s put in situations where he has to do heroic things, but he certainly doesn’t see himself as a hero. He’s just a likeable guy.
Anything else you want to share . . .
Well, yes, actually. I have a new book coming out this fall in August or September, though I don’t have an exact date or even a title, yet. It’s set in Northwest Washington in the fictional town of Limestone, a small, backwoods town on the (fictional) Hiesel River. It’s my valentine to the small town of Concrete, upriver from where I live here in Washington. I taught school there years ago—probably before you were born, Shaunna.
You're not that old.
During the early part of the 20th Century, a great number of people migrated from North Carolina to work in the timber industry around here. They brought a lot of their traditions with them and still proudly call themselves Tarheels. My new book is about a young woman who comes from an urban area to work in the rural school system upriver and meets up with an alien culture. It’s a romance with a bit of intrigue—one of those cheap vacations.
Thank you so much for interviewing me. You do a great service to writers by having us over to your blog. I hope I can return the favor some day.
Liz, it's been a pleasure! I understand that the new release is "Cold River" coming out this fall. I'll be watching for it and hope many of my readers look for it as well.
From one Washingtonian to another . . . thank you!
I think Spider Latham is my favorite character. He’s an ordinary man having a tough old row. He’s put in situations where he has to do heroic things, but he certainly doesn’t see himself as a hero. He’s just a likeable guy.
Anything else you want to share . . .
Well, yes, actually. I have a new book coming out this fall in August or September, though I don’t have an exact date or even a title, yet. It’s set in Northwest Washington in the fictional town of Limestone, a small, backwoods town on the (fictional) Hiesel River. It’s my valentine to the small town of Concrete, upriver from where I live here in Washington. I taught school there years ago—probably before you were born, Shaunna.
You're not that old.
During the early part of the 20th Century, a great number of people migrated from North Carolina to work in the timber industry around here. They brought a lot of their traditions with them and still proudly call themselves Tarheels. My new book is about a young woman who comes from an urban area to work in the rural school system upriver and meets up with an alien culture. It’s a romance with a bit of intrigue—one of those cheap vacations.
Thank you so much for interviewing me. You do a great service to writers by having us over to your blog. I hope I can return the favor some day.
Liz, it's been a pleasure! I understand that the new release is "Cold River" coming out this fall. I'll be watching for it and hope many of my readers look for it as well.
From one Washingtonian to another . . . thank you!
July 25, 2011
A Wheelchair - not Deaf, Dumb or Blind
Why is it that when I occupy my wheelchair, people assume that I’m deaf, dumb, and blind? Are you?
I am not deaf. I hear things you miss every day, my child’s tears for example. When was the last time you listened, really listened to anyone’s tears?
I am not dumb. Dumb, according to Merriam-Webster’s 11th Edition means lacking the power of human speech. That doesn’t mean yelling or even raising one’s voice. Hopefully it means the ability to communicate with the family member or friend who’s tears you’ve just listened to.
I am not blind. I see the pain on the child’s face when you ignore him. I see the friend, whose chair you appear frightened of. I see their pain at your lack of acceptance. I see you pull into the handicapped parking space and jump out of your car to run, yes run, into the store. I see the sweet old man that is forced by your disregard to limp twice as far to reach the store front. I see you dodge around the corner, apparently embarrassed to acknowledge me.
Oh yes, I may occupy a wheelchair, but I am very able. Able in ways you cannot conceive.
I am not deaf. I hear things you miss every day, my child’s tears for example. When was the last time you listened, really listened to anyone’s tears?
I am not dumb. Dumb, according to Merriam-Webster’s 11th Edition means lacking the power of human speech. That doesn’t mean yelling or even raising one’s voice. Hopefully it means the ability to communicate with the family member or friend who’s tears you’ve just listened to.
I am not blind. I see the pain on the child’s face when you ignore him. I see the friend, whose chair you appear frightened of. I see their pain at your lack of acceptance. I see you pull into the handicapped parking space and jump out of your car to run, yes run, into the store. I see the sweet old man that is forced by your disregard to limp twice as far to reach the store front. I see you dodge around the corner, apparently embarrassed to acknowledge me.
Oh yes, I may occupy a wheelchair, but I am very able. Able in ways you cannot conceive.
July 21, 2011
Oops! My Bad!
Apparently Blogspot isn't letting you leave messages. But one of you has my email address and asked:
Today I was perusing your blog looking for the clean Regencies you mentioned. Could you point the way more specifically? I couldn't quite track them down.
The Wild Rose Press has a lot of regency romances as well as contemporary romance and I believe they even rate the novels as to how steamy/hot they are.
The link to their home page is: http://wildrosepress.us/publisher/index.php?option=com_frontpage&Itemid=1
Donna Hatch is an LDS Writer who has written a couple of my favorites that I downloaded/ uploaded to my kindle. Her info is as follows:
Reed and Amy's story is called Constant Hearts, also available on Smashwords. Released it a few months ago. It's available here
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/56421
She also has a novella on the Wild Rose Press site--they are the same company that pubbed her full length Regencies. You can find Troubled Hearts here http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=86_73&products_id=1198
Donna Hatch
Romance Author, Editor, Workshop Presenter, Copywriter, Business Writer
http://www.donnahatch.com/
http://donnahatch.blogspot.com/
http://www.linkedin.com/in/donnahatch
Just a note. Donna is a busy lady and we are working on an interview right here for you.
Today I was perusing your blog looking for the clean Regencies you mentioned. Could you point the way more specifically? I couldn't quite track them down.
The Wild Rose Press has a lot of regency romances as well as contemporary romance and I believe they even rate the novels as to how steamy/hot they are.
The link to their home page is: http://wildrosepress.us/publisher/index.php?option=com_frontpage&Itemid=1
Donna Hatch is an LDS Writer who has written a couple of my favorites that I downloaded/ uploaded to my kindle. Her info is as follows:
Reed and Amy's story is called Constant Hearts, also available on Smashwords. Released it a few months ago. It's available here
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/56421
She also has a novella on the Wild Rose Press site--they are the same company that pubbed her full length Regencies. You can find Troubled Hearts here http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=86_73&products_id=1198
Donna Hatch
Romance Author, Editor, Workshop Presenter, Copywriter, Business Writer
http://www.donnahatch.com/
http://donnahatch.blogspot.com/
http://www.linkedin.com/in/donnahatch
Just a note. Donna is a busy lady and we are working on an interview right here for you.
July 19, 2011
Second of Three Part Interview with Liz Adair
Liz, tell me what your favorite genre is, and why?
My favorite genre is Romance with a bit of intrigue. Why? First, because it’s so fun to write. Secondly, I feel that I’m doing good for mankind. Or, make that womankind. A good romance is like a cheap vacation from life’s stresses. That’s what I want to write. Cheap vacations. It’s my service to harried mothers on a tight budget.
Of all the wonderful pieces you’ve written (Please list them all so I don’t miss one or worse, misspell one), which is your favorite?
I’ll list them all, and you can decide if they’re wonderful or not when you read them. My first books published were the first two Spider Latham mysteries, The Lodger and After Goliath, which came out at the same time. They were followed the next year by the third in the series, Snakewater Affair. After that, my publisher wanted a woman as a main character, so I wrote the stand-alone romance/intrigue The Mist of Quarry Harbor. Sometime in there, I edited and published the letters my mother wrote from Afghanistan when she lived there in the 1960’s. The book is called, natch, Lucy Shook’s Letters from Afghanistan. My last book, Counting the Cost, came out in 2009. It won the Whitney Award in the romance category for that year and was also a finalist for the Willa Award and for two categories (literary and regional) for the Arizona Publishers Association’s Glyph Award.
Which is my favorite? Probably Counting the Cost, as it’s based on family history, although I think I’m proudest of Letters from Afghanistan. Proceeds from sales of the book go to SWAN (Serving Women Across Nations), a charitable foundation founded by my daughters and me that gives microcredit to poor women in Bolivia and Kenya to start small businesses. My daughter Terry is the force behind SWAN. I just sit on the board and look wise. You can go to www.swanforhumanity.org to read about what has been accomplished there.
Link to Counting the Cost book trailer. www.sezlizadair.blogspot.com
Thanks Liz. We'll do more next week!
My favorite genre is Romance with a bit of intrigue. Why? First, because it’s so fun to write. Secondly, I feel that I’m doing good for mankind. Or, make that womankind. A good romance is like a cheap vacation from life’s stresses. That’s what I want to write. Cheap vacations. It’s my service to harried mothers on a tight budget.
Of all the wonderful pieces you’ve written (Please list them all so I don’t miss one or worse, misspell one), which is your favorite?
I’ll list them all, and you can decide if they’re wonderful or not when you read them. My first books published were the first two Spider Latham mysteries, The Lodger and After Goliath, which came out at the same time. They were followed the next year by the third in the series, Snakewater Affair. After that, my publisher wanted a woman as a main character, so I wrote the stand-alone romance/intrigue The Mist of Quarry Harbor. Sometime in there, I edited and published the letters my mother wrote from Afghanistan when she lived there in the 1960’s. The book is called, natch, Lucy Shook’s Letters from Afghanistan. My last book, Counting the Cost, came out in 2009. It won the Whitney Award in the romance category for that year and was also a finalist for the Willa Award and for two categories (literary and regional) for the Arizona Publishers Association’s Glyph Award.
Which is my favorite? Probably Counting the Cost, as it’s based on family history, although I think I’m proudest of Letters from Afghanistan. Proceeds from sales of the book go to SWAN (Serving Women Across Nations), a charitable foundation founded by my daughters and me that gives microcredit to poor women in Bolivia and Kenya to start small businesses. My daughter Terry is the force behind SWAN. I just sit on the board and look wise. You can go to www.swanforhumanity.org to read about what has been accomplished there.
Link to Counting the Cost book trailer. www.sezlizadair.blogspot.com
Thanks Liz. We'll do more next week!
July 6, 2011
First of Three Part Interview with Liz Adair
Q: Tell be about your dream of becoming a writer.
A: I don’t think I had one. I’m not an analytical person, so I never thought, “I want to be a writer. Thus, I will do A, B and C to become one.” I’ve always had a love affair with words, and I’m still finding long letters I wrote to friends years ago and never mailed. I realize now that the correspondence wasn’t the driving force behind those letters, it was the need to write. I dream in narrative, and I’m constantly putting the things I see and experience into words and then mentally editing them. I think I just finally tumbled to the fact that I am a writer and went with it.
Q: Wow, I never considered describing dreams as narrative, but yeah, I dream that way too, sometimes. So, when did you discover you are a writer?
A: It was late in life. I had done lots of writing in my church involvement—plays, skits, poems, lessons—but I began writing fiction about the time AARP started sending junk mail. My first novel (my 5th one published) was written as part of the grieving process after my mother died. The story welled up from my heart and mind and forced itself out my fingers.
Q: I agree that writing is very healing. It has been so for me, too. How does it feel when you write?
A: As with any task, it feels really good when you complete it, though is a manuscript ever really complete? There’s always some way it could be changed. You finally have to just declare that it’s done.
I’ve never again had a book flow like that first one (Counting the Cost) did, so writing is now a chore. I love reading what I’ve written (when it’s good). I love my critique group and learning the craft through their comments. I love seeing the finished product in my hand. I love hearing from a reader who ‘got’ what I was trying to say. Conceiving the ideas in my head and spinning the story there is fun, but it’s hard to discipline myself to plant my backside in my chair and grind it out on the keyboard.
Liz, I really enjoyed Counting the Cost. I wasn't sure I would at first, but as I read my own memories played close at the heals of your character's experiences, not the budding career, but the ranches and cattle, the horses and real rodeos.
Come back next week to learn about Liz's favorite genre and more of her writings.
A: I don’t think I had one. I’m not an analytical person, so I never thought, “I want to be a writer. Thus, I will do A, B and C to become one.” I’ve always had a love affair with words, and I’m still finding long letters I wrote to friends years ago and never mailed. I realize now that the correspondence wasn’t the driving force behind those letters, it was the need to write. I dream in narrative, and I’m constantly putting the things I see and experience into words and then mentally editing them. I think I just finally tumbled to the fact that I am a writer and went with it.
Q: Wow, I never considered describing dreams as narrative, but yeah, I dream that way too, sometimes. So, when did you discover you are a writer?
A: It was late in life. I had done lots of writing in my church involvement—plays, skits, poems, lessons—but I began writing fiction about the time AARP started sending junk mail. My first novel (my 5th one published) was written as part of the grieving process after my mother died. The story welled up from my heart and mind and forced itself out my fingers.
Q: I agree that writing is very healing. It has been so for me, too. How does it feel when you write?
A: As with any task, it feels really good when you complete it, though is a manuscript ever really complete? There’s always some way it could be changed. You finally have to just declare that it’s done.
I’ve never again had a book flow like that first one (Counting the Cost) did, so writing is now a chore. I love reading what I’ve written (when it’s good). I love my critique group and learning the craft through their comments. I love seeing the finished product in my hand. I love hearing from a reader who ‘got’ what I was trying to say. Conceiving the ideas in my head and spinning the story there is fun, but it’s hard to discipline myself to plant my backside in my chair and grind it out on the keyboard.
Liz, I really enjoyed Counting the Cost. I wasn't sure I would at first, but as I read my own memories played close at the heals of your character's experiences, not the budding career, but the ranches and cattle, the horses and real rodeos.
Come back next week to learn about Liz's favorite genre and more of her writings.
June 23, 2011
DOCTORING BEE STING
A- Amputate toe (being sure to severe nerve bundle. Mark each nerve different color.)
B- Be sure #%*%# bee is DEAD.
(This part doesn't get its own letter.)- Remove bee stinger while toe is unconscious and unable to squirm away from you. Plaster with Denver Mud or the modern version, baking soda paste. Wrap toe with roll of gauze and anchor with surgical tape.
C- Connect nerve endings to appropriate nerve of corresponding color and stitch toe in place making sure to double check surgical knots.
D- Done.
Sound over zealous or even difficult?
Try doctoring your own toe when you step on the dang bee.
Mid-year's resolution--wear shoes, or at least sandals.
Next day check-up.
The toe did survive. The bee was carried away by ants or maybe a slug. Bedding needs washing after gauze, tape and baking soda were found playing between the sheets.
--Knotty, knotty--
June 21, 2011
Interview with JOSI KILPACK Part two
I know, it's been a long month to wait for the second half, but here it is (and two days early at that!)
Josi, tell me about your dream of becoming a writer.
I didn’t dream of being a writer for long—not as a child, teenager or young adult. The dream never really started for me until I finished my first book—something I thought would be a short story but turned into a novel length women’s fiction novel. I’d enjoyed writing assignments in high-school and loved my college writing classes, but being an author was about as realistic as becoming a brain surgeon and I spent the same amount of time thinking about both possibilities (i.e. no time at all) When I did finish that first book and got feedback from friends I thought I was about the coolest thing since individual cheese slices. I dreamed, then, that my first royalties check would take me and my entire family on an Alaskan cruise before buying me a writing cabin in the woods.
Nice dream, so when did you decide you wanted to write, for real? I mean did that one novel serve as your catalyst?
I was on bed rest with my third pregnancy and in the middle of a two-a-day habit of books my sister picked up from the library for me. I got this idea for a short story and started writing it. Six months later I submitted it to publishers, a year after that I held the finished book in my hand. The feedback I started getting was that though they liked the story, the editing was awful. My first royalty check was for $154.00 dollars. I was embarrassed and decided I needed to do more than just write a good story—I had to learn more about the structure of a novel and the mechanics of fiction. And so I did. My second book came out three years later and it was a story I could be truly proud of. I was later able to go back and revise that first book, which was a blessing.
What does it feel like when you write?
Sometimes it feels like I’m going in circles and trying to distract myself from less desirable chores around the house. Other moments feel like work—simply completing a task. (I'm nodding since I feel the same way at times.) Now and then, however, it feels as comfortable as an old pair of sweats and I get this sensation that writing is one of the reasons I was sent here and that God is pleased with the fact that I have taken this gift and, with His help, turned it into a talent and ability I can be proud of and humbled by. In those moments, I get completely carried away in the world I’m creating—that’s the moments I write for and I hold on to the memory with both hands when it happens.
Wow, either I’m a sucker or that really touch my heart strings. How is that you decided that mystery—cozy mysteries at that, are what IMHO you do best?
I started the first culinary mystery, Lemon Tart, in order to enter a contest a friend was doing (Jeffery S. Savage). He’d asked for a mystery that involved food and so I wrote that one chapter with very little thought about chapter two. It was something totally new to me, as everything else I had written was LDS based, and although I didn’t win the contest (I took 2nd place, though :-) I really enjoyed the story. Over the next two years I worked on it here and there as I continued my LDS market books and had a good time with the challenge of taking on something different. It was my publisher (Deseret Book) who suggested adding recipes and making it an actual culinary mystery. I suggested a series and they agreed to three...and then five...and then eight...and right now it’s open ended so we’ll see where it takes us.
And they are yummy recipes! Where do you find these recipes and have you made most or all of them in your kitchen?
Several of the recipes are ones I’ve made, and pretty much everything that appears in the book has been cooked in my kitchen. I also have a test kitchen who has given me many wonderful recipes and who cook everything and help me get it just right. I could never do this without them!
A recipe expert, huh? And with your very own testing kitchen, wow. Is there a secret recipe to writing a good mystery?
Mysteries have long been known as a very ‘recipe’ driven genre. You have a dead person, a sleuth, some red herrings, a little foreshadowing, unsuspected bad guy, and then you tell the story by working backward from the discovery of the crime until you get back to the moment of ‘impact’ which was actually the inciting incident of the story. It’s all a little bizarre, really, and yet readers of a mystery have very specific expectations when they pick up your book. The challenge is to stick to the recipe but still make it your own; add a little extra kick here and blend the flavor differently there but still present the expected dish to your readers. I’ve really enjoyed writing in this genre and learning all the little tricks to make it work.
Josi, you write so well. thank you for spending this time with us.
Here's a reminder of Josi's published work. (I just finished Key Lime Pie and can't wait to try some of the recipes!)
Earning Eternity (CFI 2000)
Surrounded By Strangers (CFI 2003)
Tempest Tossed (CFI 2004)
Star Struck (CFI 2005)
To Have or to Hold (CFI 2005)
Unsung Lullaby (Deseret Book 2006)
Sheep’s Clothing (Deseret Book 2007)
Her Good Name (Deseret Book 2008)
Lemon Tart (Deseret Book 2009)
English Trifle (Deseret Book 2009)
Devil’s Food Cake (Deseret Book 2010)
Key Lime Pie (Deseret book 2010)
Blackberry Crumble (Deseret Book 2011).
Coming soon:
Pumpkin Roll (Fall 2011)
Banana Split (Spring 2012)
Josi, tell me about your dream of becoming a writer.
I didn’t dream of being a writer for long—not as a child, teenager or young adult. The dream never really started for me until I finished my first book—something I thought would be a short story but turned into a novel length women’s fiction novel. I’d enjoyed writing assignments in high-school and loved my college writing classes, but being an author was about as realistic as becoming a brain surgeon and I spent the same amount of time thinking about both possibilities (i.e. no time at all) When I did finish that first book and got feedback from friends I thought I was about the coolest thing since individual cheese slices. I dreamed, then, that my first royalties check would take me and my entire family on an Alaskan cruise before buying me a writing cabin in the woods.
Nice dream, so when did you decide you wanted to write, for real? I mean did that one novel serve as your catalyst?
I was on bed rest with my third pregnancy and in the middle of a two-a-day habit of books my sister picked up from the library for me. I got this idea for a short story and started writing it. Six months later I submitted it to publishers, a year after that I held the finished book in my hand. The feedback I started getting was that though they liked the story, the editing was awful. My first royalty check was for $154.00 dollars. I was embarrassed and decided I needed to do more than just write a good story—I had to learn more about the structure of a novel and the mechanics of fiction. And so I did. My second book came out three years later and it was a story I could be truly proud of. I was later able to go back and revise that first book, which was a blessing.
What does it feel like when you write?
Sometimes it feels like I’m going in circles and trying to distract myself from less desirable chores around the house. Other moments feel like work—simply completing a task. (I'm nodding since I feel the same way at times.) Now and then, however, it feels as comfortable as an old pair of sweats and I get this sensation that writing is one of the reasons I was sent here and that God is pleased with the fact that I have taken this gift and, with His help, turned it into a talent and ability I can be proud of and humbled by. In those moments, I get completely carried away in the world I’m creating—that’s the moments I write for and I hold on to the memory with both hands when it happens.
Wow, either I’m a sucker or that really touch my heart strings. How is that you decided that mystery—cozy mysteries at that, are what IMHO you do best?
I started the first culinary mystery, Lemon Tart, in order to enter a contest a friend was doing (Jeffery S. Savage). He’d asked for a mystery that involved food and so I wrote that one chapter with very little thought about chapter two. It was something totally new to me, as everything else I had written was LDS based, and although I didn’t win the contest (I took 2nd place, though :-) I really enjoyed the story. Over the next two years I worked on it here and there as I continued my LDS market books and had a good time with the challenge of taking on something different. It was my publisher (Deseret Book) who suggested adding recipes and making it an actual culinary mystery. I suggested a series and they agreed to three...and then five...and then eight...and right now it’s open ended so we’ll see where it takes us.
And they are yummy recipes! Where do you find these recipes and have you made most or all of them in your kitchen?
Several of the recipes are ones I’ve made, and pretty much everything that appears in the book has been cooked in my kitchen. I also have a test kitchen who has given me many wonderful recipes and who cook everything and help me get it just right. I could never do this without them!
A recipe expert, huh? And with your very own testing kitchen, wow. Is there a secret recipe to writing a good mystery?
Mysteries have long been known as a very ‘recipe’ driven genre. You have a dead person, a sleuth, some red herrings, a little foreshadowing, unsuspected bad guy, and then you tell the story by working backward from the discovery of the crime until you get back to the moment of ‘impact’ which was actually the inciting incident of the story. It’s all a little bizarre, really, and yet readers of a mystery have very specific expectations when they pick up your book. The challenge is to stick to the recipe but still make it your own; add a little extra kick here and blend the flavor differently there but still present the expected dish to your readers. I’ve really enjoyed writing in this genre and learning all the little tricks to make it work.
Josi, you write so well. thank you for spending this time with us.
Here's a reminder of Josi's published work. (I just finished Key Lime Pie and can't wait to try some of the recipes!)
Earning Eternity (CFI 2000)
Surrounded By Strangers (CFI 2003)
Tempest Tossed (CFI 2004)
Star Struck (CFI 2005)
To Have or to Hold (CFI 2005)
Unsung Lullaby (Deseret Book 2006)
Sheep’s Clothing (Deseret Book 2007)
Her Good Name (Deseret Book 2008)
Lemon Tart (Deseret Book 2009)
English Trifle (Deseret Book 2009)
Devil’s Food Cake (Deseret Book 2010)
Key Lime Pie (Deseret book 2010)
Blackberry Crumble (Deseret Book 2011).
Coming soon:
Pumpkin Roll (Fall 2011)
Banana Split (Spring 2012)
June 20, 2011
Gut Wrench
Gut Wrench--the feeling an aspiring author (me) gets when a publisher rejects a manuscript, representing several months to years of work.
Treasure has been rejected by Covenant Publishing after six months of consideration... Okay, so I didn't succeed this time. Give me a day to grieve then I can take the time to recoup and decide what to do with the manuscript from here.
Treasure has been rejected by Covenant Publishing after six months of consideration... Okay, so I didn't succeed this time. Give me a day to grieve then I can take the time to recoup and decide what to do with the manuscript from here.
June 13, 2011
Congrats Amy Wheelwright!
It's so exciting and rewarding for me to see an acquaintance win one of these prizes. And one of Donna Hatch's romances at that!
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