July 2, 2014 · 10:17 pm
WE HAVE A WINNER!
Congratulations to: JENNIFER from Fragrant Grace
You are the winner of the book Black Coat with a Silver Lining. We thank you for your entry and hope this story will warm your heart as you share in Nick’s journey from hopelessness to the redemptive grace of God.
Due to an unexpected delay we were not able to announce the winner until now. Please forgive us for any inconvenience.
Congratulations again, Jennifer, and be sure to share your thoughts with Booklovers1 once you read the book!!
There is good news for the non-winning entries!
We are extending the giveaway one more week and the current non-winning entries will be rolled over to the next giveaway, so you will be automatically entered for one more chance at the giveaway. Winner will be posted July 8th
GIVEAWAY – Black Coat With A Silver Lining: Elizabeth Yalian Continue reading →
April 12, 2014 · 9:37 pm
I’ve been buried under a pile of editing, and have for a while semi-avoided the subject of the book I’m writing when I’m around friends, but they usually bring it up.
“So, how’s the book coming along?”
In embarrassment I tell them I am still editing and revising.
They may raise an eyebrow and say, “Still?”
I shyly admit, “It just keeps getting better.”
I’ve read that to be a good writer you must read, read, read, and write, write, write. I’m adding, edit, edit, edit, and revise, revise, revise.
The thing is, most people don’t actually understand what editing and revising truly entail. Continue reading →
April 8, 2014 · 2:12 pm
Book writing, like wine,
only gets better with time;
and an enormous amount of revision. emy
Okay everybody, I am finally almost done. For reals this time! Really, I meant it!
But what a chore it has been.
For a while I have been threatening to write a memoir. Well, I finally did, but the funny thing is that it’s not my memoir. Though, of course, it has an awful lot of my heart and soul in it.
It’s really the fictional memoir of a homeless man named Nick. I have a desire to bring awareness to the tragedy of homelessness and the heartbreak of un-adopted foster kids that age out of foster care, and end up homeless.
As if those poor kids have not been through enough already.
Yes, this really does happen, by the way.
You may have some questions.
How did I end up writing a fictional memoir, rather than my own? And What on earth would make me think anyone would even be interested in reading my memoir anyway?
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Filed under Author's B-Log, Following Christ Has Changed My Life, Humor, Life Lessons, Writing and Author Stuff
Tagged as Aspiring author, Foster Child, God, homelessness, manuscript revising, new book, Proofing a book, publishing, revising, self-publishing, Writing, Writing a book
April 5, 2014 · 11:12 am
In the movie “Mary Poppins,” Mary, the governess in charge of two children, tells them through a very catchy song that “A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down in a most delightful way.” Mary is referring to the nasty tasting medicine, probably cod-liver oil, they are about to take that has been magically sweetened.
But in my opinion, the term “a spoonful of sugar” can apply to anyone doing an act of kindness for a struggling person.
Sometimes, all it takes to make someone’s day is an effortless or generous act of kindness. For some, it can be life altering like it was for a lady named Andrea, as she wrote in her blog about a stranger, a woman who paid her grocery bill of $17.38 when she had no money to pay, and the EBT machine was not working. Andrea, mother of five, and her husband had been unemployed for months, and had at one time even been homeless.
I am especially tender towards homeless people as I am now almost finished revising my fictional memoir of a homeless man named Nick, in the book called Black Coat with a Silver Lining.
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Tagged as A spoonful of sugar, bald tires, Encouragement, Faith, Feeling Alone, Inspirational, Kindness, Living In Poverty, Random acts of Kindness, Single parent's struggle, Stranger's generosity, The Unexpected, Touching lives
July 2, 2013 · 4:39 pm
Thank Heavens for the invention of the shower. Soothing water drops massage and alleviate us. Our bodies relax, along with body oils and dirt, stress seems to wash off.
But, there is something else a shower can be for a writer— inspirational magic. The cobwebs clear up. I have gained insight, clarification, ideas, and mentally solved problems while in the shower. I can’t say how many home improvement projects have been conceived then, to my husband’s chagrin.
What is it about a shower that so inspires us? They say it is the negative ions that fill the air once we turn on a shower or go near a waterfall or go to the beach, that give us that sense of clear thinking and happiness. I would love to sit by the ocean or waterfall, pen and pad or laptop in hand. According to WebMD, negative ions are like vitamins in the air that positively affect our brains.* Continue reading →
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Tagged as A Writer's Inspirational Magic, Accountability, Amazon, Amazon E-book, Encouragement, Inspiration, Negative Ions, Self-Pubishing, Short Story, Showers, Sparking Creativity, Writer, Writing
April 11, 2013 · 12:20 am
Film Negatives From Yesteryear
“Life is like photography, we develop from the negatives.” This had been handwritten on a white board at my chiropractor’s office. I ran into that saying another time that week, which prompted me to include it in my post. Continue reading →
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Tagged as Author, Camera, Critiques, Encouragement, God, Life Lessons, Manuscript, Memoir, Negatives, Photography, Positive, Rejection, Thin-skin, Writer, Writing
February 20, 2013 · 11:44 pm
As I said in the About page, I loved to write when I was young. I wrote poems and silly stories. Even when I wasn’t writing, my mind was creative with words. When my kids were young they loved my made up stories. I’d make one up on the spur-of-the-moment, winging it as I went along then forget the details when they’d beg me to retell it. Each time I’d tell it differently. They would say something like, “No Mom, the giant lived on the mountain, not in the forest!” And so on. I had as much fun hearing them correct me as I had telling the stories. Continue reading →