Gay N. Lewis
Prism Book Group Authors:
Nancy Shew Bolton
Susan M. Baganz
Lisa J. Lickel
Julie B. Cosgrove
Gay N. Lewis
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/)
I have to answer 4 questions about my writing then send you to 3 fabulous links of other authors who will, in their own words, answer the same 4 questions. Oooh, oooh. Sounds fun! Let's begin!
So, hmmm, we're supposed to answer four questions.
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!
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.
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.
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! Let me direct you to the next hops!!!
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A warm spring and early rainstorms melt the snowpack. Spring runoff compounded by the storm of the century sends Timber Springs into a tailspin.
Tossed into the role of rescuer, local pharmacist Paul Fitzgerald must face his past before the whole world falls apart. While he fights to contain the beast around him, he finds his steadfast control slipping through his fingers. And life…everyone’s life…hangs by a thread once again.
She isn’t a hero. Melissa Hampton has her own demons to battle. After she learns of her mysterious beginnings amidst her mother’s keepsakes, she faces more than just the river rushing outside her door. Now, she must discern friend from foe…but as waters rise and tension climbs within Timber Springs, she needs to rise to the challenge or lose the only man she's ever loved.
Can two people find each other through raging waters?
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They’ve worked together for two years, but that’s all they have in common. Like oil and water, they just don’t mix. Julie thinks he’s a shallow flirt, Mark thinks she’s a cold fish. Despite their mutual dislike, they’ve carved out a civil work relationship at the restaurant. But after each of their inner worlds suffer a jolt; the careful, polite kitchen routine becomes a stew of conflicting emotions. Things are about to get interesting.
Dr. Kevin Alley returns to the old home place to establish his medical practice. After running into Chelsea, he knows his love for her is still strong.
Chelsea is ousted from her small rented room when her mother bursts in, proclaiming Chelsea’s pregnancy.
Kevin takes Chelsea in, giving her space to live on the upper level of his house.
When Chelsea’s baby displays life-threatening symptoms, Chelsea must face her mother. Secrets unfold about Chelsea’s parents. Can Chelsea and Kevin uncover the secrets linked to Amish heritage in time to save the baby? Can the two find love together despite their history?
If Shelly has her way, Danny will become America’s next heartthrob and she’ll get her own promotions company. He’s already gorgeous, a little naive, and needs to work on that accent. To Danny, Shelly is on the pompous side, but holds the key to his real dreams...if he can figure out all the rules, say the right things for the daily vlog session, keep his heart strings in place, dodge Shelly’s vicious former boyfriend and the movie star diva.
Shelly’s about to lose a lot more than her heart if she can’t get a handle on her wounded pride and learn who to trust.
A Whirlwind Relationship
We met for lunch the day he returned. He proposed marriage—presented me with a ring. I felt comfortable accepting this one, but I wanted to wait before we said the vows. I’d just graduated high school and wanted to attend college for at least one semester. During those few months, I could plan a wedding.
Our meeting and wedding sounds fictional, doesn’t it? But it is a true story. I tell it often when I speak to groups. Maybe I’ll include it in a book in the near future. My sweetheart isn’t the most romantic guy in the world, but he is kind, caring, thoughtful, and funny. The first time I saw the Dallas skyline lighted up against the black sky as we drove in from rural Oklahoma, I cried.
“Love is patient…” 1 Corinthians: 13:4
Old Maid, Do-Si-Do, and the Bottomless Cup of Love
He appears the beast, but she sees his heart.
Architect Aimee Hart, determined to locate her father, infiltrates Miles Stratton's engineering firm as a secretary. Her presence wrenches the shaggy, wounded man from his penthouse, and the quest begins.
Betrayed by his best friend, Miles would rather hide than help, especially from the man's daughter.
But something's not right. Someone's trying to destroy Stratton Industrial. A decorated war veteran, he's defended his own before and the Beast of Stratton can do it again.
She'd called his friends, the family. She'd even tried her stepmother who'd hung up on her. Well, okay, maybe that wasn't the brightest idea.
A red rose rolled across her father's tattered note, caught in the breeze from the open window. Sliding the pan down, she picked up the flower. The words on the page blurred as she buried her nose in the soft petals.
Instead of saying goodbye to his wife in his last letter, he'd simply left explicit instructions not to follow him. Aimee snorted. Like the woman would care. He'd sent it with the rose and an antique necklace. She held the thick chair aloft and peered at the golden key spinning in the light. The jewelry had probably cost a fortune.
And her stepmother was nowhere to be found. Scratch that. According to her, she wanted to be left alone. It didn't make a difference to Aimee what the letter said and to whom, she'd follow. A small smile worked its way to her lips as she fastened the necklace around her neck.