Another Donna Keevers Driver pieces...

This is a quote by Lord Sinclair in Reluctant Knight. (Release is in December.):

Mind you, I never planned for Lord Sinclair, until he showed up. Bossy boots.

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Chris McMullen shares information about Adult Coloring Books, as in coloring books for adults. The designs are pretty fancy. I mention coloring as therapy in Just Friends.
https://chrismcmullen.wordpress.com/2015/09/14/all-about-adult-coloring-books-for-customers-stress-relief-and-authors-how-to-publish/

Writers In The Storm is having another writing day. I made great progress, last time, so yes, I'm signed up again:
http://writersinthestormblog.com/2015/09/write-up-a-storm-back-by-popular-demand/

A new book reviewer,  Karie's The Dragon's Nook, shares her opinion on a variety of books:
http://www.thedragonsnook.com/

God bless.

Thanks Donna Keevers Driver...

Donna is a new author with Desert Breeze Publishing. Her talents don't stop at writing.

I made a comment on a post on FB. It wasn't planned. It simply poured from me. She kindly put it with a pretty picture.

 How cool is that?

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Charming post from Writers In The Storm:
http://writersinthestormblog.com/2015/09/five-writing-lessons-from-five-foster-kittens/

For fun: Hostel Bookers shared the typical breakfasts for 50 different locations (yes, I looked it up as research):
http://blog.hostelbookers.com/travel/best-breakfast/

Railway Parade shared their lovely spring garden:
https://railwayparade.wordpress.com/2015/09/06/in-the-garden-this-week/

Patricia Johns shared one of the memes that caught my attention on FB. I can say I've done all of them, at one time or another. Some I've worked to make sure I never do again. For writing, I'm willing to do things I wouldn't do for anything else. Quitting writing would be tantamount to asking me to quit breathing.
http://patriciajohnsromance.com/2015/09/14/puking-crying-blood-and-pain/

God bless.

9-11 Memorial

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Always Remember

 
It was a typical early September morning. The night cooled off a bit, but the rising of the sun brought summer-like heat. I'd finished graining and grooming my horse. I didn't mind the dirt and the sweat. One of the other boarders arrived and told me a plane had flown into one of the Twin Towers. I didn't know her well and thought it a sick joke. The owner of the property came out and added that the other Tower had been hit, as well as the Pentagon. As I listened to them share information, I realized they were telling me the truth. A part of me wanted to believe they were playing a trick on me, but a part of me knew they weren't.

I still had work to pickup. I drove with the radio on and my windows rolled down. Every car on the road was listening to the same thing I was. No one in the offices knew, and I hated being the bearer of such awful news.

One of my friends was a pilot. The news wouldn't reveal which airlines were involved. The guilt of feeling so selfish was a battle all its own. I prayed for those who lost loved ones.

This wasn't the first time, but it was the worst.

I arrived home from picking up work around nine, noon Eastern time. I turned on the television and left it on for the next several days. A flag has flown at the house ever since.

Several of my friends lost people they knew. A month later, I discovered a cousin was supposed to be at a meeting at the top of one of the towers but was taking his parents to the airport.

In April 1986, the US bombed Libya. A few days later, I flew to England. Most people had cancelled their trips. There were only a few of us on the flight, so few one of the flight attendants asked us to share why we were flying. The attendants all admitted they needed the pay. Every passenger was returning home, except one. She was meeting her military husband in Germany. I was the only who didn't "need" to travel. They weren't sure what to make of me. They asked.

"If it's my time to die, it won't matter where I am. I might as well be doing what I want to do."

What happened to that brave young woman?

I returned home and gradually withdrew. The ravages of life-long abuse caught up with me. Complex PTSD and other health problems took their toll. Coping skills I'd learned as a child didn't work as an adult, let alone long term. I struggled to be brave.

On 9/11, that brave young woman awoke. I still didn't know what to do with the mess of my life, but I wasn't going to fade away. On 9/11, I discovered I wasn't nearly as alone as I'd believed, but I had to leap outside my comfort zone to find where I belonged. It wasn't what I imagined or expected. I'm still learning.

On 9/11, I reflect on those who lost their lives, everyday people. When I heard about the plane that flew into the ground I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the passengers had done something, something brave. I wondered, would I have been so courageous? I think of the people who lost loved ones, an empty place forever at the table. I think of strangers helping strangers. I endeavor to be more like them.

I want to live my life fully, difficult but not impossible. I want to miss those I've lost. You see, there was a time I'd so thoroughly walled myself off that I barely noticed the passing of a life. Now, I miss those I've lost and those I don't see as often as I'd like. It's a good thing. I want to help strangers. I want to appreciate those who do the hard stuff. I want to appreciate those who do the mundane everyday stuff. I want to be grateful for life. Sometimes, I'm successful. Sometimes, I'm not. Every day, I'm given the opportunity to be who I want to be, who I believe God always intended. All I needed to do was choose and trust Him to help me.

Always remember. Never forget. God bless.

Never Forget

Faith's Labor

Faith's Labor was my tribute to Labor Day in my Holiday, USA series.

http://www.amazon.com/Faiths-Labor-Holiday-USA-Book-ebook/dp/B00X5XJLMM/ref=sr_1_2

  

At long last, the fifth novella in the series has arrived...

Welcome back to Holiday, USA, small town America, where nothing happens, except holidays... and maybe a little romance, if the hero and heroine trust God.

Organic herb farmer Faith Walker regrets many things in her life, none as much as marrying a man who divorced her after their wedding night, leaving her pregnant and alone.

Horse trainer Dusty Harper crushed on Faith all his life. What is he supposed to do when she drops back into his life and turns his world upside down?

God provides unexpected answers to those who seek His will...

Just Friends is the next novella in the series. It's a bit more difficult to write than I first anticipated. History I didn't expect appeared. I haven't discussed a cover with my sister yet.

Reluctant Knight is back to the Editor, with Round One done. Coming in December 2015.

Sharing Links Saturday

Donna Hatched shared a bit of history on the Regency House Party:
http://donnahatch.com/regency-house-parties/

Genesis 5020 reminds me "It's okay to be excited about Jesus."
https://5020genesis.wordpress.com/2015/08/21/its-okay-to-be-excited-about-jesus/

One of my writing friends shared this awesome article by Elizabeth Gilbert:
http://www.health.com/health/article/0,,20943382,00.html

The Bookaholic Bookworm shared a post on becoming a writer, looking for more input:
https://bookaholicbookworm.wordpress.com/2015/08/31/writing-a-book/

God bless.

Editing in progress...

I received the edits for Reluctant Knight. My week is now booked. Enjoy pictures of the recent storm.

The blur is from the sheeting rain. ^^^

The puddles are because we received an inch of rain in less than a half hour, and the ground can't soak it up fast enough. Our soil is mostly caliche, clay.

 The storm was winding down. ^^^

 At 5 in the evening, we turned on the light so the flag wouldn't be in the dark.

It almost amazes me how there's enough water on the cement to create a reflection.

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