The Secret Storm Released Nov. 1st!

The Secret Storm is out!



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The second in the Unchained Souls Series has released! The theme of secrets adds a zest of suspense to this Christian Contemporary novel. Here's the blurb:


Within the cozy coastal town…secrets abound. Stormi Zobroski’s life is finally on track. Her immoral life decisions, stemming from a dysfunctional childhood, are nothing but a bad memory. New town, new life. Or so she thinks. When a new friend, Ake Pearson, is belittled, Stormi conjures up the perfect plan. Yet, how could a little face-saving kiss cause so much harm? Now, she will do anything to fix it.
Ake Pearson is a simple man. Faith, family, and fishing. Even if everybody calls him “Dummy,” he’s content with his lot. Only when Stormi thunders into his life does he realize what he is missing. Family disapproval and misunderstandings threaten to tear Stormi from him. But when a long kept secret surfaces, Ake may lose his very life.


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Welcome! Please take time to reassess your life right now! Is Jesus Lord and Savior of your life?! He should be. He died for your sins. Everyone sins. Everyone is going to Hell. I can't tell you straighter than that, my friend. UNLESS~ you Accept Jesus is the one and only Son of God, Believe on Him as your Savior, and Confess your sins. As simple as that. Don't let anyone tell you it's more complicated or divert you with controversy or self thoughts on the subject. THIS IS WHAT TO DO. Ensure your future will be in Heaven. Forever is a long time. Bless you!!! May you find the Lord this very day.

"Oh, magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt His name together." Psalm 34:3.

Blog Hop, Hop, Hop

Hello Folks!

If you're looking for the Writing Process World Blog Tour, you've found the right place!  Amryn Cross was my link, so if you haven't been there yet, head on over. (http://www.amryncross.com/2014/05/20/blog-hop/)

So, hmmm, we're supposed to answer four questions.

 Numero Uno:

What am I working on?


Yeesh. Everything!!! The tunnel I'm in is never narrow! I'm editing a novella, and I always drag my feet for that, yet have such satisfaction when it's done! In the meantime, it's summer, sooooooo-I have a lot of time to write.  I'm on chapter 8 of a contemporary Christian Romance of a New England Town, but I'm also on chapter 12 of a Historical Christian Romance set in the bootheel of Missouri.  Plus the new blog (diamondsinfiction.blogspot.com-check it out!:) ) means interviews, so there's that! And this!

Numero Dos:

How does my work differ from others in it's genre?



Oooh, toughy. Let's see if I can nail it, or rather, staple it!  I'd say I like to put characters at the end of their rope, where they must make desperate choices, or create characters that no one would want to associate with.  My current historical is about a prostitute who must marry to provide a roof over her head. My contemporary is about a young woman who's been to the edge of life and is fighting to understand Christianity. They face unimaginable choices, because in life, we've all had to make those gut-wrenching decisions.

Numero Tres:

Why do I write what I do?



I can't not write it. It's that plain and simple. It's like ignoring the pink rhinoceros in the kitchen. It's BIG, PINK, and taking up so much SPACE you can't look past it. My writing is so up in my head, and it plays over and over and over, till it finds it's home in the pages of my books. I know God has blessed me with these ideas, scenes, and stories. And because He blessed me with such a gift, I want to share that with my readers-a good wholesome Christian story.  I've read the secular Romance books.  They were so out of my realm of beliefs, I had to stop reading them! That's why I love what I do.

Numero Quatro:


How does your writing process work?

Eek, do I have to share this? It's sorta embarrassing. I'm not the outline, boxes ticked, thirty-five page synopsis starting author. I completely imagine them in my mind. Like a movie. And most disturbing of all, the movie starts playing at-BEDTIME! As soon as I lay my head down, it's like I'm in the upper film room of an old movie theater, where you lace the 8 mm film through the machine and switch it on. There's even a ticking noise. Weird. Now, I often have to come up with scenes that were never in my, ahem, 'movie,' then I do a lot of pacing and praying. Sometimes I have to just put it on the shelf for a few days. Then God pulls the chain and, 'flick!' Ohhh! That's what I'll have them do! I love those times! Then it's edits, and enriching the characters and plot, and it's done-by the seat of my pantaloons!


I hope you enjoyed this, 'hop.'  *insert rabbit nose twitch* Many of God's blessings upon you and much peace and joy!

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God's Plan Are Perfect, Mine, Not So Much

   "'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.'"  Jeremiah 29:11 tells the perfect plan the Lord has for each and every one of us.  At times we can't seem to understand what's happening, or where he's leading us.  And oftentimes, we have to go through painful lows in our life to come through on the other side.  But God can see so much more completely than we. 

   Our lives are lived on a millimeter of a puzzle piece of a puzzle the size of the universe.  And oh, how we try to work that puzzle with our own little plans and how often they go astray.  I'm sure, at times, the Lord must laugh at our puny attempts to plan our lives.  I know I get these zany ideas that I just know are going to go off without a hitch.  But when they don't, they just serve to remind me that God is the one in charge.  Let me share a few.

  A few years back, I made plans to go see my son graduate from basic training.  He'd joined the Air Force and my husband and I hadn't been able to see him for two months.  Even long distance communication had been severely limited, and we were hungry to lay eyes on him. 
   Our flight left in the early evening from Lambert Airport.  We had several hours to drive to reach the airport, so I, not wanting to miss any more school than necessary, brought my street clothes to school with me so I could change near the end of the day.  I knew my time was limited.  I got everything packed and got permission from my principal to leave school directly after my last student was dismissed.
  Right around three o'clock, I rushed to the bathroom to change.  I was pumped!  I couldn't wait to hug my son and see him decked out in that fancy uniform. (Do you hear Ernest T. in the background somewhere?) Whoosh, I was outa my skirt and in my traveling clothes in no time. Yep, I had it all in hand.
   I get back to class, line up my little charges, and march out to the parking lot.  Cars are parked everywhere and it's parent pandemonium as they try to find their respective child's class.  All the teachers have their little group at their doors to dismiss.
  I say goodbye, one by one, to my little kids when I get down to the last two students.  One of the moms walks up to me.  "You've got something hanging there," she said.  She leans around me and pulls something wadded out of my waistband.  Victorious, she holds it up.  My pantyhose!
   I did what I had to do.  I laughed!  What else can you do when a person hands you your pantyhose that you've been dragging around for thirty minutes?  So much for my great plans.  I did make it to the airport on time and got through security with no problem.  I also got to hug my son and tell him how proud I was of him. Life is like that.

   Here's another one of my great plans.  I had open house in school in August a while back.  It can be an exhausting thing for a teacher.  So much energy going into working, planning, organizing, and getting your room ready, you want everything to be as perfect as possible.  I concentrate on putting my best foot forward to make a great first impression on the parents and students that I come in contact with on that first day.
  I often pick my favorite color to dress in, or wear an extra nice dress.  This day I chose a special hairstyle.  My hair is wavy, so I can blow dry it straight, or I can gel it and crinkle it up into a curly style.  Today-all curls.  Gonna go all the way, gonna put in some extra time, extra gel and make it really look awesome.
  At school, I glanced in the mirror and congratulated myself on going the extra mile of making my hair look its best.  On my way out, the parents were beginning to arrive, and I greeted one in particular. I'd already had two of her girls and was excited to have the youngest girl of the family.  The mother was such a sweet person and I enjoyed her personality. 
   Finally I leaned down to the youngest girl who is looking at me with sweet big brown eyes.  I greet her and ask if she is excited to start school.  Her reply?  "Why is your hair so messy?"  What could I do?  I laughed.  Life is like that.

  Just like the time I wanted to make homemade bread in my breadmaker.  I had my daughter's family coming over for our weekly get together and I had this great idea to make bread.  Only it's before school and I'm not so good at the getting up early.  So I was hustling about my kitchen.  Chicken in crock pot-check.  Breadmaker out and ready-check.  Flour, sugar, milk powder, salt, olive oil in-check.  Then I got to the yeast.  I had to hurry.  I was going to be late for work.  I grab the little envelope, tear it open, and pour it in.  I look in.  It's dark.  Hmmmm.  That doesn't seem to be right.  I turn on the light. (Yes, now the light!) It's not dark.  It's red.  It's Hawaiian Punch Kool-aid!
   I grab a spoon and start dipping it out frantically.  Yeah, no good.  There is no way I'm gonna get that all out.  What did I do, you may ask?  I laughed.  I added the yeast, and we had pink bread for dinner!  Yeah, life is like that.
 
   I'm sooooo glad God's got the plans well in hand.  He wants us to prosper.  His plans are perfect, even when we're not.  Perhaps the next time your plan ends up in the scrap heap, you'll remember to laugh and thank God for being in charge.  After all, life is like that.

Becoming an Author

Who knew becoming an author was such a gut-wrenching experience? How many times in the last few days have I whispered a quick, desperate prayer for help? My, but my stomach still flips!  I have been writing for years, literally for years.  But I've never published. Why? Plain didn't know how.  Didn't know how and was too fearful to take the next step. I've sent a few submissions off and got the lovely rejection letters. Once I received nothing at all. That was a great encouragement. Nothing. So I just turned back to my computer and composed. Moving on was just too difficult. It was much easier to write down the personal movie that shows in my head every night when I lay down to sleep.

You see, these manuscripts become your children, precious and few and, as any experienced empty-nester will tell you, very hard to let go of. Oh, dear.  I ended with a preposition. Now that will bother me.  The rules, the rules!!!  So many rules. But I meander. A blog about rules, or rather the lack of, will have to wait.  It's hard to let go of something that has been with you for fifteen to twenty years. Lands, even my first novel, as corny as it is, is still, 'special,' to me. I still sport hopes that I will re-vamp it and make it the novel of the year.

Now I have stepped out and allowed others to read what I have so diligently poured out these last years. Do I fear what I will find out? You betcha!  But I also have a quiver of excitement to reach that next step. A step that may lead to my dream.

 Do you have a dream? Chase it for all you're worth! Ask God to show you the way. Then hold on to your seat, prepare for sharp turns, and experience the exhilarating ride. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and he will direct your path." (Proverbs 3:5-6) See how that last two sentences were my best ones? That's because they weren't mine, they were God's. I've whispered those two sentences to myself many times in the last couple of days.

Maybe I will never be a published writer, but I know there's a reason I do this. And I know He will reveal it to me when the time is right. Meanwhile, thanks God for the movie I'll watch tonight. I can't wait to see what You'll do with it!