Ryan Lanz, over at A Writer's Path, shared Five Ways to Know You're a Writer:
http://ryanlanz.com/2015/08/06/5-ways-to-know-that-youre-really-a-writer/
Chris McMullen shared some information regarding Kindle Scout. I'm not familiar with the program myself, but I know more about it now:
https://chrismcmullen.wordpress.com/2015/08/06/amazons-kindle-scout-publishing-program/
Melissa Finnegan reviews books on her blog, but on Fridays, she shares an inspiring post on her blog Genesis 5020:
https://5020genesis.wordpress.com/2015/08/07/not-our-plans-lessons-for-the-upper-peninsula-part-2/
Patricia Johns shared a sweet story she stumbled across:
http://patriciajohnsromance.com/2015/08/12/now-thats-an-heirloom/
God bless.
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Thursday, August 13, 2015
A bit of butter...
Everything's better with butter. ~ Julia Childs
I've watched her programs for years. I was in my teens when I banished margarine from my diet and determined to only use butter. One of my cooking classes or one of the shows I watched (I don't remember which) taught me that ingredients make a huge difference in flavor. Some you can cheat on, but many you can't. I practiced and experimented. I did have a short period of time when I dabbled in spreads, but it was only because I wanted something easily spread. However, it's been two or three decades since I've used anything besides butter. Even when I make pie, the crust is made with butter. First and only time I've seen people eat the whole pie, not a leftover crust in sight. I'll share my pie recipe later if anyone's interested. Today is about butter.
For years, I've purchased butter whenever it was on sale and kept it in the freezer. It keeps well. Really. I won't confess how many pounds of butter sit in my freezer right now.
Several months ago, I was playing on Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/lhawkes/ and discovered in my exploring a recipe for making your own butter. Wait... What? Really? Really.
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/AXdwqnM6ZGgqj8djWVEgdATtc5PbRK6cAXhqD8jnP69n5RYsU5H-pYw/
On one of my shopping trips, a quart of heavy whipping cream, which also works, was cheaper than a half pint or pint of heavy cream. I bought it.
Sorry about the blurry pictures. Since I wasn't dividing it between two jars, I added more cream to the jar. Otherwise, the cream would only fill half the jar, so you know what to expect.
I shook it for about 20 minutes. The first time I did it, I shook the bottle for an hour. I'm improving. It's a good workout. For the first 19 or so minutes, the cream thickens and thickens until I wonder if it's moving at all. Between one shake and the next you can feel the weight shift from one end to the other. Keep shaking. Again, between one shake and the next, you can hear liquid sloshing with the constant weight moving back and forth, from one end to the other.
Keep shaking, another few minutes. This is what it looks like when you're done:
Drain the fluid off. My dad was raised on a farm and remembers his mother making butter and giving him the leftover liquid, buttermilk. Not the stuff you buy in the store. I usually simply use the tip of my finger to keep the butter in the jar while I pour the liquid into a cup I promptly give my dad.
For the record: This is the first time I've ended up with butterballs. Usually, it's a smooth, single clump of creamy butter. Once I drain off the buttermilk, I dump it in a dish. This time, I did shake the jar a little longer, and yes, ended up with butterballs. Cool looking and still yummy.
I've watched her programs for years. I was in my teens when I banished margarine from my diet and determined to only use butter. One of my cooking classes or one of the shows I watched (I don't remember which) taught me that ingredients make a huge difference in flavor. Some you can cheat on, but many you can't. I practiced and experimented. I did have a short period of time when I dabbled in spreads, but it was only because I wanted something easily spread. However, it's been two or three decades since I've used anything besides butter. Even when I make pie, the crust is made with butter. First and only time I've seen people eat the whole pie, not a leftover crust in sight. I'll share my pie recipe later if anyone's interested. Today is about butter.
For years, I've purchased butter whenever it was on sale and kept it in the freezer. It keeps well. Really. I won't confess how many pounds of butter sit in my freezer right now.
Several months ago, I was playing on Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/lhawkes/ and discovered in my exploring a recipe for making your own butter. Wait... What? Really? Really.
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/AXdwqnM6ZGgqj8djWVEgdATtc5PbRK6cAXhqD8jnP69n5RYsU5H-pYw/
On one of my shopping trips, a quart of heavy whipping cream, which also works, was cheaper than a half pint or pint of heavy cream. I bought it.
Sorry about the blurry pictures. Since I wasn't dividing it between two jars, I added more cream to the jar. Otherwise, the cream would only fill half the jar, so you know what to expect.
I shook it for about 20 minutes. The first time I did it, I shook the bottle for an hour. I'm improving. It's a good workout. For the first 19 or so minutes, the cream thickens and thickens until I wonder if it's moving at all. Between one shake and the next you can feel the weight shift from one end to the other. Keep shaking. Again, between one shake and the next, you can hear liquid sloshing with the constant weight moving back and forth, from one end to the other.
Keep shaking, another few minutes. This is what it looks like when you're done:
For the record: This is the first time I've ended up with butterballs. Usually, it's a smooth, single clump of creamy butter. Once I drain off the buttermilk, I dump it in a dish. This time, I did shake the jar a little longer, and yes, ended up with butterballs. Cool looking and still yummy.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Sharing Links Saturday...
Ryan Lanz shares quotes on Tuesday. This was one that caught me: “If you are in difficulties with a book, try the element of surprise: attack it at an hour when it isn’t expecting it.” -H.G. Wells
For more: http://ryanlanz.com/2015/07/21/ten-quote-tuesday-49/
Advice for writers on what not to do when submitting a manuscript:
http://ryanlanz.com/2015/08/02/what-not-to-do-when-sending-off-your-manuscript/
Writers In The Storm's guest blogger, Kathryn Craft, shared a good reminder and an interesting perspective on Backstory:
http://writersinthestormblog.com/2015/07/backstory-matters/
Patricia Johns shares a bit of inspiration for her writing though "Certainly Not a Hero."
http://patriciajohnsromance.com/2015/08/01/certainly-not-a-hero/
Ginger Kolbaba gave me a fresh and funny look at Jonah:
https://gingerkolbaba.wordpress.com/2015/08/03/how-god-uses-entitled-spoiled-judgmental-spiteful-people-or-so-thats-the-story-of-jonah/
God bless.
For more: http://ryanlanz.com/2015/07/21/ten-quote-tuesday-49/
Advice for writers on what not to do when submitting a manuscript:
http://ryanlanz.com/2015/08/02/what-not-to-do-when-sending-off-your-manuscript/
Writers In The Storm's guest blogger, Kathryn Craft, shared a good reminder and an interesting perspective on Backstory:
http://writersinthestormblog.com/2015/07/backstory-matters/
Patricia Johns shares a bit of inspiration for her writing though "Certainly Not a Hero."
http://patriciajohnsromance.com/2015/08/01/certainly-not-a-hero/
Ginger Kolbaba gave me a fresh and funny look at Jonah:
https://gingerkolbaba.wordpress.com/2015/08/03/how-god-uses-entitled-spoiled-judgmental-spiteful-people-or-so-thats-the-story-of-jonah/
God bless.
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Sneak peek shared on FB...
Another Like was added to my author page on FB. Woohoo! As a thank you, I shared a sneak peek.
With Reluctant Knight turned in, I shared a snippet from the next Holiday, USA series, Just Friends:
"Uncle Dusty, why does Cowboy always wear a shirt?"
"I don't know." Dusty gave her a wry glance. "You want him to take it off?"
She blushed to her hairline. "No. I appreciate his thoughtfulness. With the other guys, I feel like they're saying, 'look at me but you can't have it' or 'you can have it, at the right price.'"
Dusty studied the men working. "Sometimes, it's to show off, but a lot of times it's plain hot."
With Reluctant Knight turned in, I shared a snippet from the next Holiday, USA series, Just Friends:
"Uncle Dusty, why does Cowboy always wear a shirt?"
"I don't know." Dusty gave her a wry glance. "You want him to take it off?"
She blushed to her hairline. "No. I appreciate his thoughtfulness. With the other guys, I feel like they're saying, 'look at me but you can't have it' or 'you can have it, at the right price.'"
Dusty studied the men working. "Sometimes, it's to show off, but a lot of times it's plain hot."
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
God is Good...
Reluctant Knight's deadline was last Saturday. It's been a real struggle to write this one. I made some changes in my style. The rough draft was really, really rough. Sometimes only a thought of what the chapter should entail. The chapters are much longer, but I used some breaks that I usually rarely use. I also allowed my faith to be more prominent.
It wasn't bad enough that I need to finish a book I've been struggling with for months, but storms were promised those last few days, the worst on the 31st. Yes, I felt like forces were combining against me. If there's thunder and lightning, I turn off the computer, not conducive to finishing a book.
I've been working to learn how to be more faithful and more trusting and more grateful.
Test time.
Wednesday, the storms never materialized. Thursday, the storms dissipated before reaching me.
Friday, a storm rolled in from the east. I turned on the local weather station and would glance at it, from time to time. It also happens to be a good way to help reduce eyestrain. I watched the bank of yellow, red, and green, with lightning flashes, roll across the state. I watched it creep up to about where I live, break apart, and reform on the other side going west.
A little after five, another storm rolled up from the south. Lightning and thunder and buckets of rain. I'd reached the end of the second to last chapter, a good stopping place, for a break. I turned off the computer, ate dinner, did my physical therapy, fed the feral cats, and generally caught up on everything that needed to be done. I realized I needed to make some changes to what I'd written. The lightning and thunder moved further north and vanished by 6:30 p.m.
Another storm was scheduled to roll through round 10:00 p.m. It never showed.
I turned on the computer and wrote, with occasional breaks, finishing at 11:45 p.m., in time to report my word count at the online writing camp I joined this month, for this project. Final 7502 words added.
Done.
Thanks God. I could not do it without You.
It wasn't bad enough that I need to finish a book I've been struggling with for months, but storms were promised those last few days, the worst on the 31st. Yes, I felt like forces were combining against me. If there's thunder and lightning, I turn off the computer, not conducive to finishing a book.
I've been working to learn how to be more faithful and more trusting and more grateful.
Test time.
Wednesday, the storms never materialized. Thursday, the storms dissipated before reaching me.
Friday, a storm rolled in from the east. I turned on the local weather station and would glance at it, from time to time. It also happens to be a good way to help reduce eyestrain. I watched the bank of yellow, red, and green, with lightning flashes, roll across the state. I watched it creep up to about where I live, break apart, and reform on the other side going west.
A little after five, another storm rolled up from the south. Lightning and thunder and buckets of rain. I'd reached the end of the second to last chapter, a good stopping place, for a break. I turned off the computer, ate dinner, did my physical therapy, fed the feral cats, and generally caught up on everything that needed to be done. I realized I needed to make some changes to what I'd written. The lightning and thunder moved further north and vanished by 6:30 p.m.
Another storm was scheduled to roll through round 10:00 p.m. It never showed.
I turned on the computer and wrote, with occasional breaks, finishing at 11:45 p.m., in time to report my word count at the online writing camp I joined this month, for this project. Final 7502 words added.
Done.
Thanks God. I could not do it without You.
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Reluctant Knight is due...
...this Saturday. It's coming along. I always feel the tug of a deadline. Up until the moment I send it in, I find something to change in the hope of improving it.
It's Wednesday night, and a storm is moving in. Not helpful. Storms are distracting.
God is in control. He knows me. He knows what I need. He knows I've lessons to learn.
From the look of it, on the weather station, it's taming a bit.
The storm dissipated, leaving me free to write uninterrupted. Thanks God.
This was posted on FB, and it is pretty accurate. It also makes me laugh.
It's Wednesday night, and a storm is moving in. Not helpful. Storms are distracting.
God is in control. He knows me. He knows what I need. He knows I've lessons to learn.
From the look of it, on the weather station, it's taming a bit.
The storm dissipated, leaving me free to write uninterrupted. Thanks God.
This was posted on FB, and it is pretty accurate. It also makes me laugh.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Sneak peek...
I shared this on FB, last week. I wanted to thank those who follow my author page. Richard Carrington is the hero of this story. He was introduced in "Unexpected Possibilities," a friend of James Thorn. What I didn't mention is that Sinclair simply showed up, as so many of my characters do. Never planned on him. Not sure if he has a more significant role at some later date. He's a prideful, stubborn man, but I like him.
A sneak peek at "Reluctant Knight" (unedited):
To what do we owe this attack of nerves?" Sinclair's gaze drifted to where Richard rubbed at his middle. "Ah. She's going to learn of your perpetual itch and weak stomach. Awkward when you want to be her knight in shining armor."
"A bit melodramatic?" Richard stretched his fingers. "A few hundred years too late for knights."
A sneak peek at "Reluctant Knight" (unedited):
To what do we owe this attack of nerves?" Sinclair's gaze drifted to where Richard rubbed at his middle. "Ah. She's going to learn of your perpetual itch and weak stomach. Awkward when you want to be her knight in shining armor."
"A bit melodramatic?" Richard stretched his fingers. "A few hundred years too late for knights."
"Every man needs to be the knight in shining armor to the woman who holds his heart."
"Who said she held my heart?"
"Another weakness."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Lying to yourself. Might want to leave that trait in this room when you walk out the door. Glaring does not intimidate me."
"Who said she held my heart?"
"Another weakness."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Lying to yourself. Might want to leave that trait in this room when you walk out the door. Glaring does not intimidate me."
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Sharing Links on Saturday...
"The Rainey View" shared a link to an article about how babies learn rhymes in the early part of the third trimester, yes that's before the baby is born. How cool is that?
https://theraineyview.wordpress.com/2015/07/08/study-babies-learn-rhymes-in-early-third-trimester/
Over at "homemade. homegrown. beautiful life," Cynthia shared bits and bobs. The one that caught my interest was rose beads. I've never heard of them. I've hated to see the roses outside my window simply fall apart. Now I have something to do with the petals.
http://handmadehomegrownbeautifullife.com/2015/07/11/fruit-toppings-keeping-flowers/
"The Writer's Refuge" is one of my must read blogs:
https://thewritersrefuge.wordpress.com/2015/07/12/will-your-writing-outlive-your-life/
A bit of inspiration from Patricia Johns:
http://patriciajohnsromance.com/2015/07/14/a-reason-to-believe/
God bless.
https://theraineyview.wordpress.com/2015/07/08/study-babies-learn-rhymes-in-early-third-trimester/
Over at "homemade. homegrown. beautiful life," Cynthia shared bits and bobs. The one that caught my interest was rose beads. I've never heard of them. I've hated to see the roses outside my window simply fall apart. Now I have something to do with the petals.
http://handmadehomegrownbeautifullife.com/2015/07/11/fruit-toppings-keeping-flowers/
"The Writer's Refuge" is one of my must read blogs:
https://thewritersrefuge.wordpress.com/2015/07/12/will-your-writing-outlive-your-life/
A bit of inspiration from Patricia Johns:
http://patriciajohnsromance.com/2015/07/14/a-reason-to-believe/
God bless.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Worth Dying For...
Jesus died for me.
I've said this all my life. I believe it, mostly.
As a survivor, I deal with things like C-PTSD, health problems, mental and emotional messes, but the struggle I worry about most is my spiritual health. The others are all survivable. Losing my spiritual health isn't.
Jesus died for everyone. He didn't make any exceptions. He never said, "I died for everyone, except Laurel." Never. He offers the gift freely to everyone, including me.
Not everyone will accept the gift. Their choice. They were given that, too. The right to choose.
Many have died for their faith. Now, in the Middle East, Christians are being crucified, beheaded, sold into slavery, because they refuse to renounce their faith.
I ask myself if I would be so brave, so steadfast. I want to believe I am. It has not been required of me.
What has been required of me is to live for my faith.
Am I willing to live for my faith?
I look at the scale and see the weight climb. Am I living for my faith?
I'm ashamed to admit I'm allowing the stress and other temporary problems in my life to reign over me, to hold more importance than my desire to live for Jesus.
I have moments, of course, when I allow my light to shine, when I choose Jesus over my weaknesses.
I'm an imperfect Christian.
I'm learning to live for Jesus. I make mistakes, and yes, Jesus gave me the gift of forgiveness, too. My Savior paved the way for me, taught the path to choose, and led by example. He provided the way to change my life, if I'll only follow.
I'm recommitting to not only being willing to die for Jesus but willingly living for Jesus.
The dawning of a new day.
I've said this all my life. I believe it, mostly.
As a survivor, I deal with things like C-PTSD, health problems, mental and emotional messes, but the struggle I worry about most is my spiritual health. The others are all survivable. Losing my spiritual health isn't.
Jesus died for everyone. He didn't make any exceptions. He never said, "I died for everyone, except Laurel." Never. He offers the gift freely to everyone, including me.
Not everyone will accept the gift. Their choice. They were given that, too. The right to choose.
Many have died for their faith. Now, in the Middle East, Christians are being crucified, beheaded, sold into slavery, because they refuse to renounce their faith.
I ask myself if I would be so brave, so steadfast. I want to believe I am. It has not been required of me.
What has been required of me is to live for my faith.
Am I willing to live for my faith?
I look at the scale and see the weight climb. Am I living for my faith?
I'm ashamed to admit I'm allowing the stress and other temporary problems in my life to reign over me, to hold more importance than my desire to live for Jesus.
I have moments, of course, when I allow my light to shine, when I choose Jesus over my weaknesses.
I'm an imperfect Christian.
I'm learning to live for Jesus. I make mistakes, and yes, Jesus gave me the gift of forgiveness, too. My Savior paved the way for me, taught the path to choose, and led by example. He provided the way to change my life, if I'll only follow.
I'm recommitting to not only being willing to die for Jesus but willingly living for Jesus.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Sharing Links on Saturday...
Attempting to follow Ryan Lanz's, A Writer's Path, advice:
http://ryanlanz.com/2015/06/22/write-everyday-even-if-you-hate-it/
He also shared a bit about J.R.R. Tolkien:
http://ryanlanz.com/2015/06/29/how-j-r-r-tolkien-became-a-best-selling-author/
And then there's the advice to writers:
http://ryanlanz.com/2015/07/01/5-things-nobody-tells-you-about-a-writing-career/
Patricia Johns shared the TED talk of Zak Ebrahim, the son of a 1993 WTC bomber. What a remarkable man. Bless him.
http://patriciajohnsromance.com/2015/06/29/making-friends/
And an amusing bit on The Snarky Choir:
http://patriciajohnsromance.com/2015/07/09/the-snarky-choir/
Chris McMullen shares helpful information for authors who publish with KDP:
https://chrismcmullen.wordpress.com/2015/07/01/kindle-edition-normalized-page-count-kenpc-the-new-kdp-select-kindle-unlimited/
And his follow up:
https://chrismcmullen.wordpress.com/2015/07/01/how-much-will-amazon-pay-for-kindle-pages-read/
Armand Rosamilia is still collecting books for "Authors Supporting Our Troops."
http://armandrosamilia.com/2015/07/02/authors-supporting-our-troops-update-july-asot2015/
God bless.
http://ryanlanz.com/2015/06/22/write-everyday-even-if-you-hate-it/
He also shared a bit about J.R.R. Tolkien:
http://ryanlanz.com/2015/06/29/how-j-r-r-tolkien-became-a-best-selling-author/
And then there's the advice to writers:
http://ryanlanz.com/2015/07/01/5-things-nobody-tells-you-about-a-writing-career/
Patricia Johns shared the TED talk of Zak Ebrahim, the son of a 1993 WTC bomber. What a remarkable man. Bless him.
http://patriciajohnsromance.com/2015/06/29/making-friends/
And an amusing bit on The Snarky Choir:
http://patriciajohnsromance.com/2015/07/09/the-snarky-choir/
Chris McMullen shares helpful information for authors who publish with KDP:
https://chrismcmullen.wordpress.com/2015/07/01/kindle-edition-normalized-page-count-kenpc-the-new-kdp-select-kindle-unlimited/
And his follow up:
https://chrismcmullen.wordpress.com/2015/07/01/how-much-will-amazon-pay-for-kindle-pages-read/
Armand Rosamilia is still collecting books for "Authors Supporting Our Troops."
http://armandrosamilia.com/2015/07/02/authors-supporting-our-troops-update-july-asot2015/
God bless.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
My Favorite Book...
At the conference, I was asked to chose my favorite of all my books. It's a bit like asking a parent which child is their favorite. At the time, I chose Tarnished Knight. Jack, the hero, appeared a few years before his story. I wrote a few paragraphs to an unknown stories simply to remove the scene from my head. Shortly thereafter, he showed up in one of the hero conversations.
April 27, 2012
Luck: Where's Laurel?
Matthew: Is she missing?
Luck: I haven't seen her for a week.
Matthew: *smirks* She finished rough edits for our story, last night. Mayhap she needs a break.
Luck: She needs to do some serious edits on our story.
James: Why are you complaining? At least she's finished your stories. We're still waiting for our HEA.
Jack: HEA?
James: Happily Ever After.
Jack: Stop complaining. At least you aren't stuck in the first chapter, wearing a kilt.
*snickers all round*
Jonathan: Stand down, gentleman, our fair lady is attending her first writers' conference.
Jack: Do we need to mount a rescue mission? I'm a fair hand at those.
Jonathan: *one brow raised* No. This is a long-expected party.
Luck: She's at another Lord of the Rings conference?
Jonathan: *huffs* No. A writers' conference.
Luck: Tolkien was a writer.
Jonathan: You're hopeless.
Luck: No, I'm not quite finished, and it's unsettling. Wipe the smug look off your face. We don't want to hear about your story being with the editor.
Jonathan: Life is good, gentleman.
Matthew: She's worked hard. She needs a rest.
Jack: *whispers* I peeked at the schedule. It is many things, but restful isn't one of them.
Jonathan: It will be a change, for her, and she'll return soon, fresh, and inspired.
Matthew: So, we wait?
Jonathan: We wait.
Luck: God bless.
I'd attended the Desert Dreams Conference hosted by Desert Rose, a chapter of Romance Writers of America.
Looking back, I think it's interesting that this is the first of the conversations to fit this format, which the gentleman have insisted be used ever since. Bossy characters.
Jack evolved and changed and evolved again. He even spent a brief period as a hero in a time-travel romance. Perhaps I'll share what little I wrote of it, sometime, as it will never be more than the page or so I jotted down to remove it from bouncing around in my head.
April 27, 2012
Luck: Where's Laurel?
Matthew: Is she missing?
Luck: I haven't seen her for a week.
Matthew: *smirks* She finished rough edits for our story, last night. Mayhap she needs a break.
Luck: She needs to do some serious edits on our story.
James: Why are you complaining? At least she's finished your stories. We're still waiting for our HEA.
Jack: HEA?
James: Happily Ever After.
Jack: Stop complaining. At least you aren't stuck in the first chapter, wearing a kilt.
*snickers all round*
Jonathan: Stand down, gentleman, our fair lady is attending her first writers' conference.
Jack: Do we need to mount a rescue mission? I'm a fair hand at those.
Jonathan: *one brow raised* No. This is a long-expected party.
Luck: She's at another Lord of the Rings conference?
Jonathan: *huffs* No. A writers' conference.
Luck: Tolkien was a writer.
Jonathan: You're hopeless.
Luck: No, I'm not quite finished, and it's unsettling. Wipe the smug look off your face. We don't want to hear about your story being with the editor.
Jonathan: Life is good, gentleman.
Matthew: She's worked hard. She needs a rest.
Jack: *whispers* I peeked at the schedule. It is many things, but restful isn't one of them.
Jonathan: It will be a change, for her, and she'll return soon, fresh, and inspired.
Matthew: So, we wait?
Jonathan: We wait.
Luck: God bless.
I'd attended the Desert Dreams Conference hosted by Desert Rose, a chapter of Romance Writers of America.
Looking back, I think it's interesting that this is the first of the conversations to fit this format, which the gentleman have insisted be used ever since. Bossy characters.
Jack evolved and changed and evolved again. He even spent a brief period as a hero in a time-travel romance. Perhaps I'll share what little I wrote of it, sometime, as it will never be more than the page or so I jotted down to remove it from bouncing around in my head.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Of Heroes and Heroines
Researching my own writing style I'm hoping will help me become a better writer as I improve by recognizing what works for me and what doesn't.
Heroes: They appear as they will be by the end of the story. I have to deconstruct them, find out how they became heroes. I've been surprised more than once. The biggest surprise was Benjamin Grace's Possibilities. As I learned his story, I wanted to dump him in the trash more times than I can count. Reading his transformation still makes me cry.
Heroines: They show up at the beginning of their journey and honor me with the opportunity to watch them grow and become who they're meant to be. I didn't like Cassandra Reluctant Knight when I met her in Unexpected Possibilities. She wasn't a nice person. It was tempting to dump her, but she needed to tell her story.
A bit like the above picture, all my characters begin out of focus. My responsibility is to sharpen the view and make them clear for the world to see. I pray I do their stories justice.
Heroes: They appear as they will be by the end of the story. I have to deconstruct them, find out how they became heroes. I've been surprised more than once. The biggest surprise was Benjamin Grace's Possibilities. As I learned his story, I wanted to dump him in the trash more times than I can count. Reading his transformation still makes me cry.
Heroines: They show up at the beginning of their journey and honor me with the opportunity to watch them grow and become who they're meant to be. I didn't like Cassandra Reluctant Knight when I met her in Unexpected Possibilities. She wasn't a nice person. It was tempting to dump her, but she needed to tell her story.
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Thursday, July 9, 2015
What's my favorite writing music?
I enjoy listening to The Lord of the Rings' musical score by Howard Shore. I was given the opportunity to attend a lecture he presented, twelve years ago. It is always a joy to listen to someone share their passion. He's a gifted composer.
Sometimes I listen to Pandora, mostly my Christian Contemporary station. Sometimes, I listen to K-Love. I've subscribed to several music stations on YouTube. My favorite artists are Casting Crowns, Matthew West, MercyMe, Chris Tomlin, Mikeschair, Mandisa, Toby Mac, and others.
Music engages every part of the brain. I know it influences my moods.
Then there is this kind of music:
The rustle of leaves. The patter of rain. The rush of wind. The flash of lightning and crash of thunder.
Sometimes I listen to Pandora, mostly my Christian Contemporary station. Sometimes, I listen to K-Love. I've subscribed to several music stations on YouTube. My favorite artists are Casting Crowns, Matthew West, MercyMe, Chris Tomlin, Mikeschair, Mandisa, Toby Mac, and others.
Music engages every part of the brain. I know it influences my moods.
Then there is this kind of music:
The rustle of leaves. The patter of rain. The rush of wind. The flash of lightning and crash of thunder.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
"Old Fashioned"
I bought the DVD and watched it this past weekend. What a romantic movie!
The hero and heroine are flawed. In their own ways, they're both stuck in a pattern of attempting to not mess up while struggling to move forward. There are surface differences between them, but they share commonalities on which they're able to build.
Clay's aunt was priceless. His friends give a wide range of personality types; people at different places in their journey. Each plays a part in influencing who Clay is and ultimately influences Amber in who she chooses to become.
I saw myself. I've some changes to make.
This is the kind of romance I want to write.
The hero and heroine are flawed. In their own ways, they're both stuck in a pattern of attempting to not mess up while struggling to move forward. There are surface differences between them, but they share commonalities on which they're able to build.
Clay's aunt was priceless. His friends give a wide range of personality types; people at different places in their journey. Each plays a part in influencing who Clay is and ultimately influences Amber in who she chooses to become.
I saw myself. I've some changes to make.
This is the kind of romance I want to write.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Thursday, July 2, 2015
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