Friday, August 16, 2013

A Confession (And a Contest!)

Okay, confession time first.  I don't think of myself a "Christian Author."  Don't get me wrong, I know myself to be a Christian, a lifelong believer, and I'm not in the least reluctant to discuss my faith with anyone.  But when I decided to publish, I wanted to open my books to everyone, not label them or direct them to specific audience.
 
I know there's a huge readership for "Christian Fiction."  But frankly I hoped to steer away from that label. I myself choose to read all genres, constantly searching for a book that entertains, enlightens or even stretches my imagination in a new direction.  I like to be inspired by a story, but I don't really care to have that inspiration "preached" on every page.  I sincerely hope I haven't been guilty of that with the Valley Rise books.
 
I will admit that I felt Spirit-led much of the time while writing. It seemed natural to utilize passages of scripture when they fit into the story, and I spent a great deal of time browsing my husband's various Books of Worship and hymnals for guidance.  As with every story, it at times dictated its own direction and I followed, amazed at the twists and turns it took.  I think it tells a story of love and life enriched and sustained by faith, but life lived in the real world.

Now for the contest part! There is a passage of scripture referred to numerous times throughout the series.  It serves as a reminder whenever Stani gives in to his natural proclivity for a certain behavior. It was even painted on a wall by Emily's mother.  If you've read  Hearts Unfold, you should recall it instantly.  The first person to post it in a comment here will receive a signed paperback copy of Hearts Unfold.  And if more than one of you post it, I might even give away more copies, just because I'm so thrilled to see your response!

Contest ends September 1st.  GO!

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Nothing stays the same . . .

One sure thing about life, it keeps changing.  Not that I mind.  While there are some things I'd like to hold on to, loved ones and good health, to name two at the top of that list, I look forward to change.  At the very least, change means I'm still living, still growing, and may yet reach a time when I feel I've truly "arrived" and can honestly say I've done what I was meant to do.

That sense of accomplishment, crossing something dreamed for off my list of aspirations, makes embracing change easier.  I may never do this particular thing again--as in hang wallpaper on ten-foot-high walls--or then again I may--as in write a novel--but for that wondrous moment once the deed is done, I can revel in the sheer bliss of having done it!

I don't grieve for the things I can't do anymore.  Oddly, things I loved doing at the time, sewing wedding dresses and making endless floral arrangements, are now just fond memories.  I know with complete certainty I will never do those things again.  My eyes and hands wouldn't let me, even if I wanted to.  But I don't want to, really.  Those were opportunities which had their time and place in my life and I gave them the best I had to offer.  I did some good work, met some wonderful people, and at the end of their time, I could walk away happily checking them off my list as things accomplished.

I've lived enough to know that around any corner, there can be something new and challenging.  Tomorrow, an idea may walk into my head, or an inspiration may take root in my heart, and it won't take long, given my history of stepping out on little more than faith, for me to follow, curious and eager to see if it's really something I can do. I'm willing to fail, but before I admit to failure, I'll give it my best shot, or two or three, if I feel that strongly about it.

"Nothing stays the same and everything changes" a friend of mine was heard to say frequently.  She had lived a vagabond life, moving from place to place as her husband changed jobs, and she had learned to adapt to rapidly altered lifestyles and new locales with humor and grace.  As a child growing up in the place my family had inhabited for generations, I fully expected I would stay there too, raise my family in the traditional way, secure in the familiar.  Life had something else in mind, and after a moment or two of shaking in my shoes, I marched out, determined to show no fear.  Change brought new friendships, new tests of my creativity, and new depths to my faith in a God who never sends us forth alone. Change meant opportunities for growth in new soil, freedom to attempt the untested, and permission to try and even to fail.  Nothing stays the same, thank Heaven!

Monday, July 22, 2013

Second Class Characters?

There are a lot of things I could write about in this post.  I've been on a roller coaster ride of giddy pleasure since the free promotion of Hearts Unfold last week.  Not only did I give away thousands of books, (yes, I said thousands!), but the sales since of the entire series have been truly stunning!  I've also heard from readers who read the entire four books in just a few days, which truly blows my mind.  If I'd known this little story would give anyone that much enjoyment, I might have tried to write it years ago.

Then there's the bathroom reno, still in the final stages, the torrential rains that hit SE Kansas in the past few days, the fact that my son is moving back East next month, and my struggle to find time to work on Shannon's Daughter.  But tonight, I think I'll write about something completely different--secondary characters.

I hear so often from readers how real the characters in my stories seem to them.  Not just the principals, but the secondary, or as I prefer to think of them, the supporting characters.  I'll tell you a secret, when I first started writing Hearts Unfold, I really imagined most of the scenes as starring just the hero and the heroine, meeting in an isolated place and sharing a lot of very private time together.  It didn't take long for me to see the flaw in that plan.  No one lives life alone.  Not really.  Emily Haynes might be an orphan, but there had to be people she'd known in her childhood, friends and neighbors--the characters who populated her little world.  And a famous young artist like Stani Moss would be closely surround by a select group of handlers, even though he lacked a real family--characters who kept him moving at the hectic pace his career demanded.  Slowly at first, but then more and more, I could visualize these characters. and they fascinated me with their unique qualities and distinct voices, just as much as Emily and Stani had.

Some of these folks bear a strong resemblance to characters in my own life.  Jack Deem, Emily's devoted godfather, is a melding of all the quietly strong, always-on-hand-with-a-smile-and-a-wise-word sort of men I was blessed to have in my fatherless childhood.  John Kimble is cut from much the same cloth, although John has a darker side to him, a drive born of his own tragedy which makes him the perfect companion for Stani.  Mike McConnell, the returning Vietnam vet, is representative of several friends who struggled on their return from war, and he is also my tribute to the one very special boy who did not return.  Mike gets to live the life of service my friend would have, had he been given the opportunity.  Angela and Lil Salvatore are the kind of bright, bold women I've been privileged to call my friends through the years, women I seem to have been drawn to as a foil to my own more retiring nature.  Many of the characters in Emily's home town are the people we've all known at one time or another, the salt-of-the-earth types who hold every community together from generation to generation. 

Others in my cast of characters are born purely from my imagination.  Milo and Jana Scheider and Peg Shannon in particular, were people I had to get to know as the story progressed.  They revealed themselves slowly, and just when I thought they would fade to the background, they stepped forward to offer something important again.  The cast in the London townhouse, Mrs. Winslow and George Bertram, just walked onto the stage and did their thing with little if any help from me.  I loved writing them!  They always made me smile, no matter what they were up to. 

It's been fun to see characters who at first were nothing more than a name, featured in just a scene or two, reappear and become central to the story.  I had no idea when I wrote about a stranger's baby delivered in the back seat of a police car on Christmas Eve, that Ruthie and Bobby Dixon and their family would become so important later on.  And when Emily reminisced about a mule from her childhood early in the story, little did I suspect he would become a hero one stormy summer night.

There are no small parts, the saying goes, only small actors.  The same is true for characters.  Each must be a distinct personality, with a past, a present and a future all their own, whether we see it on the page or not.  In my mind, I have a clear picture of how they look and sound, where they came from and where they're going, so that in the moment they appear in the story, it makes sense to me that they are there.  I think I could write a book about many of them, after all the details I've imagined just to prepare them for their, in some cases, brief roles.  In fact I am writing a book about one of them now!  Peg Shannon started out in a supporting role, but I can assure you, today she is the star of her own book.  But that's another story, right?

So now tell me, do you have a favorite supporting character from Valley Rise?

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Outhouse Reno--The Two-Year Quick Fix

Let me start by reminding you that my house is an antique.  Almost 125 years old, with years of neglect and abuse between the builder and me, it is never going to be a fine showplace because it wasn't built to be one in the first place.  The best I can tell from my archeological probing, this house was meant to be a comfortable--by 1889 standards anyway--family home.  Further investigation reveals that during WWII it was turned into a duplex, one up, one down, most likely in a great hurry using cheap labor, or maybe the only labor available, and even cheaper materials--think recycling gone horribly wrong.  The two bathrooms were no more than a pair of outhouses stacked against one corner of the house, and when we moved in, I knew at some point they would require the most attention--translate dollars-- of any rooms in the house, and that's saying a lot, believe me!

We started upstairs, and thankfully my son moved in about the time I realized this was way more than one little woman should take on.  It was bad, nothing level, weird--as in possessed--plumbing and wiring and the worst layout ever devised.  It took the better part of a year, but when finished, we had a nice, solid, efficient bathroom we could take pride in.
 
Two years ago, while John and I were on vacation, my son was given the assignment of gutting the second bathroom, the one downstairs, the one I thought would require little more than a simple reno. Just pull down the plaster, hang drywall, replace the fixtures, tile and paint, right?  Then came the call, right after we'd taken a glorious ride on the Ducks in Chattanooga.  "Uh, Mom, there's a problem with the bathroom."

I hate it when he says that.  That innocent word "problem" usually means money and time I didn't want to spend.  My stomach twists and my pulse races, but I always answer with something calm like "Oh, really?"

"Yeah.  When I pulled down the plaster, you can see daylight through the walls."
Okay, this is not so bad. It happens in old houses, little crevices that can be easily caulked.  I ask him to send me a picture.  At most, I say reassuringly, we can just replace a little siding, right?  The pictures say not so.  Basically, the exterior wall of the bathroom looks like a louvered door.  No wonder that bathroom was so drafty! Long story short, we ended up blowing out the entire exterior, replacing floor, studs, window, the works.  To make things more interesting, the floor had three levels, between which the plumbing was sandwiched.  Nothing of the old could be salvaged, which in case you've never done any reno, plays havoc with your budget.  Havoc as in at least triples it, if not worse.

Two years later, we're almost done, which is a good thing, because my son is moving back east next month.  After all the wonderful things he's done to my house, it's back to just me again.  At least now I have a lovely new bathtub to soak away the aches and pains.
     
Not finished, but getting close!!  There will be a Vanity Reveal in the next week or so (I hope!)
 This room is so tiny the best view is from the hallway!  That tile knee-wall in the foreground--a major design challenge--looks really professional in person, like we knew what we were doing!
 Tin-look ceiling tiles and crown molding--pint-sized elegance! And wait 'til you see the vanity!
 I love the tile work, and other than choosing the tile, I had absolutely nothing to do with it!  Kudos to the son for such a beautiful job!

Monday, July 8, 2013

Save the Date!

Beginning Sunday July 14 for just three days, begin at the beginning with a FREE copy of Hearts Unfold !!
 


"A very special love story. . ."



And just for fun . .

Christmas at Valley Rise is FREE, too!


 

Saturday, June 29, 2013

A Week in the Life


Some weeks go by in a routine blur without a single notable occurrence.  Five nights at work, two days off to recuperate, and then round the bend to more of the same.  Hours at the computer that raise the word and page counts but barely keep up with the story percolating in my brain.  Calendar days marked off, just so I can remind myself of today's date.

Not this past week!  In case you missed it, I had a week to remember!

It started off on Monday with this.  http://www.lilybearhouse.com/2013/06/big-announcements.html,
the announcement of my signing with LilyBear House.  I have a publisher!  I'm no longer alone on this journey.  I have a team of wonderfully creative and supportive folks traveling with me now.  I frankly never saw this one coming.  It popped up out of the blue, thanks to a serendipitous FB friendship and a nudge from God reminding me that we are never really alone. 

On Thursday, I had a double dose of excitement.  I took part in a FB "likefest" with hundreds of other like-minded people.  As a result, I now have 125 new connections on my fan page.  Writers, illustrators, editors and collectives who are filling my newsfeed with exciting and provocative posts.  I'm spending way too much time on FB right now just soaking it all in!

In the midst of that, on Thursday morning I hauled myself out of bed earlier than usual to "put myself together" in advance of the dreaded photo shoot.  If I'm going to be a real published author, I should have a real professional headshot on my new covers, right?  Ugh!  I wish I could use a picture from 1970 and pretend that's what I still look like.  But no, I'm going to put my current face out there for the world to see, sags, bags and all!

Thanks to a very skilled photographer who understood how self-conscious I was feeling, the shoot was painless, almost fun, and the results were surprisingly okay.  Any woman my age is lying if she says really likes the way she looks to the camera, even in the best pose and focus, but I didn't cringe (maybe just a little, right at first) and I immediately put my two favorites up for my FB friends to see.  My face is now all over the place, and shockingly, I'm feeling pretty good about that.  We all get older, we all change, and I suspect when we look in the mirror, we all wonder how that happened so quickly.  The woman in this picture looks like someone I wouldn't mind sitting down to coffee with or even introducing to my readers.  I hope they'll see a love of living in her eyes, and the humor lurking behind those laugh lines, someone who hopes they get as much pleasure from reading her words as she got from putting them on paper. 

And now on to another week.  After this one, I think a little routine blur might be okay.

Monday, June 24, 2013

Big News!

 
 
These are my books, or at least most of them.  So far I've done everything myself, written them, published them, promoted them.  It's been a huge learning experience and one I'll never regret taking on.  But now something really wonderful has happened.  I've been signed by the family of wonderfully talented creative minds at LilyBear House Publishing.  Now my books and I will have the support, encouragement and expertise of a team as we move on to the next leg of the journey. 
 
 
http://www.lilybearhouse.com/2013/06/big-announcements.html

Did you click on the link?  Go ahead, click it!  And keep checking in here for more on my journey as a "published" author!