Saturday, August 20, 2016

New Release Spotlight!

Today I am proud to share with you a new release from inspirational author Kristen Marquardt entitled Releasing Jesus from the Weeds. More about this interesting title in a minute. First, I'd like to tell you a little about Kristen.

Kristen has been serving the church and God both volunteer and professionally for over 30 years, starting as a Sunday School teacher, CE Director, and Licensed Pastor. She holds a dual B..A. from Connecticut College in English Literature and Environmental Science and an M.S. In Theology and the Arts from Andover Newton Theological Seminary. She lives in Connecticut in a multigenerational home with her husband and many pets. She enjoys her family, writing, gardening and so much more...

About the book:

From the pew to the pulpit to prayer, Kristen Marquardt’s writing has been serving God’s People in Connecticut for over thirty years. Her unique style in prose, poetry, and short story reminds us of our shared humanity and how our faith and faith struggles are no different than those of both biblical characters and the people we see everyday in our daily walk. With rare insight, Marquardt looks deeply into faith and strips away the boundaries that we all assume exist, reminding us that our hope is not ours alone, we all share a common path as God’s children.

"Kristen is a gifted writer, a writer that stirs the soul and causes us to think more openly the existence of God in ordinary life. I call Kristen a wisdom writer." ~ Rev. Dr. Sharon Ledbetter

You can find out more at any of her online homes:


                                                      
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Thursday, August 11, 2016

Heading home...

We had a wonderful stay in Panama City Beach this week. I didn't get as much writing done as I'd hoped, but it was still productive.

We stayed overnight in Eufaula, Alabama and had two hours to waste before we could check into the hotel, so we decided to tour the town and do research for my next series. First I went to the Old Fairview Cemetery. I want to use this as a spot where my heroine goes when she wants to be alone or read.

Next we drove around the old downtown where I want my heroine's quaint bookstore to be. 

Lastly, we went to the Shorter Mansion where Sweet Home Alabama was filmed. It's an incredible house built in 1870 which is now owned by the Eufaula Heritage Association, serves as a museum and a rental facility for weddings, etc.

The tour guide was an avid reader and had her Kindle with her, because she reads in between giving tours of the house. She said they will sell books featuring Eufaula at the mansion, so of course I'm thinking about that!










When we arrived in Panama City Beach, Florida, it looked like this... 


But within 24 hours, it deteriorated...


Strong thunderstorms kept waking me up one night, but every time I woke up and remembered where I was, I just smiled and went back to sleep. The rain arrived on Monday, so I went to Office Depot and printed out a hard copy of the chapter I finished. Personally, I think I jinxed the city by hoping it would keep on raining, so I wouldn't want to go out and do anything. It's been raining ever since. It was great writing weather, though because I was working with this view...


The rain turned into a monsoon, and they posted flash flooding and possible evacuation warning in outlying areas. I didn't matter to me, but I felt sorry for the folks who just checked in with their little kids. I can't imagine being cooped up in a condo with 3-4 children.

We went to Pier Park, the huge outdoor mall and did some souvenir shopping. Mostly we ate, and ate, and ate. One of the best breakfasts was at Another Broken Egg.

                 
We're headed home this afternoon, and I'm trying not to get emotional over having to leave the ocean. Oh well, back to reality...

Friday, August 5, 2016

Working Day and Night

I know, I know. I've been a bad, bad blogger, but I have a really good excuse. For the past two weeks, I was dealing with family business which took me away from the computer for a couple of days. Also, I was focused on trying to get the house in order and prepare for vacation.

The other day when I mentioned I was going to the beach for a week, my favorite manager in Atlanta Bread Company asked me, "You're not taking your laptop, are you?"

"Of course I am," I responded. "The main reason I'm going is to be able to write by the ocean!" Thus, the reason for the video below:


I love writing! And writing during my vacation is the best of both worlds. This is a picture I took last year from our hotel balcony.



 And this is what I expect this year...

     

At least I'm not this bad...
I'll be posting daily on my progress on Inner City Blues. On the way down, we're stopping in Eufaula, Alabama so I can do some research on the town where my next series will be set. That should be fun. The story collage below isn't finished yet. I need to find pics for the other charaters, and I want to fill in the blank spaces with pictures I take while we're there.




I'm just not crazy about the idea of our house sitters bringing their dog. Most of you know I'm not an animal person. The idea of having to vacuum up dog hair when we get back gives me the creeps. Talk to you during the week!

Friday, July 22, 2016

When writing is a puzzle

I don't post often about my writing process, because I don't consider it very interesting. Every now and then, something comes up during the creation of a manuscript that just baffles me, though.

So...I sent Chapters Seven and Eight of Inner City Blues to my beta readers, and they pointed out that the timeline of the story had gone off the rails and was confusing. 



The format I use is to devote the first half of each chapter to the hero's point of view and the second half of each chapter to the heroine's POV. The problem I ran into is that I wanted to show their thoughts on the same situations, but doing it that way ends up feeling as though I'm repeating myself.

By the time I got their critiques back, I was already working on Chapter Nine, and by then it was three chapters into screwed up timeline! I don't want to continue writing until I fix the issue. So today is dedicated to trying to fix this mess. 


I tried going back to Chapter Seven and moving things around on-screen, but that DID NOT work! Scrolling back and forth was making me nuts, and I came to the conclusion that I needed to print out a hard copy of all three chapters in order to have it all in front of me. What I believe I need to do is spread everything out and mark up the paragraphs/sections that should be moved in order to make the timeline flow correctly.



The problem with working this way is that it's much like doing a jigsaw puzzle. 


                                                    

Tomorrow I'm babysitting, and no work will be accomplished. We're taking the baby grandson to see the Angry Birds movie and wherever he wants to go for lunch. This task needs to be accomplished today. Pray for me, I'm going in... 

                                                   

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Sample Sunday

On June 21st I shared the opening of Inner City Blues. Here's another unedited excerpt from Chapter One...

* * * * * * * * 

Two days later, the family gathered at his parents’ house for their annual July Fourth breakfast. Before they needed to start setting up the tables and chairs under the tent their mother rented every year for the barbecue, the brothers met in the kitchen early to share a rare cup of coffee and conversation.
“How long are you staying?” Jesse asked, directing his question to Marc and Greg who’d arrived with their families the night before.
“Well, Gianne is out of school for the summer, so we’re taking the week off. When we leave here, we’re going down to Miami for a couple of days,” Marc replied. “Lance is handling the studio while I’m gone, so I can take my time.”
“Lucky you. Between the practice and the clinic, I haven’t had a week off in ages.”
Nick wore a confused frown. “And Cyd doesn’t get upset?”
“You know, Cyd. She doesn’t complain about much.”
“Neither does Cher, but she’s made it plain that we need our time away together. We haven’t been away for a whole week, but she makes sure we take weekend trips.”
“You have to get it in,” Vic agreed. “Mona and I both are crazy busy now since she’s started her business, but we make it a point to get away with and without the boys. And you have three kids. Cyd needs a break sometime, man.”
Jesse nodded his agreement but said, “Do you know Cyd told me she never had a vacation until we started seeing each other? She said to her a vacation was just days she didn’t have to go to work. Her first real vacations were when I took her down to Miami for the weekend when we were dating and when went to Vegas for Marc and Gianne’s wedding.”
“All the more reason to show her what it’s supposed to be like,” Greg chimed in. “And you two need to go someplace where you can get loose and get loud, if you know what I mean.”
Jesse gave him the side eye. “We always know what you mean.” They all laughed, but their smiles faded as their father entered the kitchen waving a newspaper in the air and wearing an expression like a storm brewing over an angry sea.
“Jesse, do you want to tell me what the hell this is all about?” He threw the folded paper into Jesse’s lap.
He swallowed hard, gave Vic a fleeting glance and then gazed down at the article his father had so helpfully circled with a bold marker. The headline read, Dozens of arrests at Hollowell Parkway protests. He cleared his throat and answered. “I didn’t think it was worth mentioning.”
“Why the hell not? Your name is in that list. What were you thinking? First it was Gregory; now you. What is wrong with you boys?”
Greg snatched the paper from his lap and the brothers huddled around him to read it.
“First of all, we’re not boys. Second, it’s only considered news because of the recognizable people who participated. I’m the least well-known of the bunch.”
“But you’re a prominent physician in this city, son, and people talk.”
“That’s fine with me. I don’t mind them talking about me for something like this.”
“So you’re proud of getting locked up?  
Jesse raised his chin. “Yes, sir, I am. Darren Givens was killed in cold blood. The police involved all got off. If we don’t stand against police brutality, it will just accelerate.”
“It’s bad enough you were Twittering about it. You have a career and reputation to protect!” The elder man bellowed.
“It’s tweeting, Daddy, “Jesse replied equally as loud. “You were very proud of yourself for participating in demonstrations back in the day. Wasn’t it you who used to tell us if we didn’t stand for something, we’d fall for anything? Why is it different for me?”
“It was different back then. Nowadays everything you say and do is plastered all over the Internet. Do you think your patients want a jailbird for a doctor?”
“For God’s sake, Daddy! Nobody cares. If they do, they can find another doctor! You don’t understand how out of touch we are.”
 “Who?” His father asked.
“All of us. Our major concerns are which private school we’re going to send our kids to, or whether we’re going to put in a pool or tennis court in the backyard.”
“You think that’s something we should be ashamed of? We all worked hard to earn that right. Nothing was handed to us.”
“I know that, Daddy, but look at us. We’re here getting ready for a holiday banquet, and haven’t given a single thought to the people in our community who are literally trying to figure out how they’re going to feed their kids today?”
“Are you saying we don’t care because we aren’t sitting around agonizing over their plight? I resent you getting so high and mighty. All of us donate our time and money to a variety of causes that benefit our people.”
Their argument came to a screeching halt when they saw his mother standing in the kitchen doorway with her hands on her hips looking as though she were about to explode. “It’s Christmas morning. I can’t believe you two are acting this way!” Her flashing gaze bounced from his face to his father’s. “If you continue carrying on, you can both find somewhere else to eat. Now get out of my kitchen so the girls and I can cook!”
“We’re not done talking about this,” his father groused as the male procession moved into the family room.
 

Coming to Kindle, Nook and Createspace in late Fall 2016

Sample Sunday

On June 21st I shared the opening of Inner City Blues. Here's another unedited excerpt from Chapter One...

* * * * * * * * 

Two days later, the family gathered at his parents’ house for their annual July Fourth breakfast. Before they needed to start setting up the tables and chairs under the tent their mother rented every year for the barbecue, the brothers met in the kitchen early to share a rare cup of coffee and conversation.
“How long are you staying?” Jesse asked, directing his question to Marc and Greg who’d arrived with their families the night before.
“Well, Gianne is out of school until the first of the year, so we’re taking the week off. When we leave here, we’re going down to Miami for a couple of days,” Marc replied. “Lance is handling the studio while I’m gone, so I can take my time.”
“Lucky you. Between the practice and the clinic, I haven’t had a week off in ages.”
Nick wore a confused frown. “And Cyd doesn’t get upset?”
“You know, Cyd. She doesn’t complain about much.”
“Neither does Cher, but she’s made it plain that we need our time away together. We haven’t been away for a whole week, but she makes sure we take weekend trips.”
“You have to get it in,” Vic agreed. “Mona and I both are crazy busy now since she’s started her business, but we make it a point to get away with and without the boys. And you have three kids. Cyd needs a break sometime, man.”
Jesse nodded his agreement but said, “Do you know Cyd told me she never had a vacation until we started seeing each other? She said to her a vacation was just days she didn’t have to go to work. Her first real vacations were when I took her down to Miami for the weekend when we were dating and when went to Vegas for Marc and Gianne’s wedding.”
“All the more reason to show her what it’s supposed to be like,” Greg chimed in. “And you two need to go someplace where you can get loose and get loud, if you know what I mean.”
Jesse gave him the side eye. “We always know what you mean.” They all laughed, but their smiles faded as their father entered the kitchen waving a newspaper in the air and wearing an expression like a storm brewing over an angry sea.
“Jesse, do you want to tell me what the hell this is all about?” He threw the folded paper into Jesse’s lap.
He swallowed hard, gave Vic a fleeting glance and then gazed down at the article his father had so helpfully circled with a bold marker. The headline read, Dozens of arrests at Hollowell Parkway protests. He cleared his throat and answered. “I didn’t think it was worth mentioning.”
“Why the hell not? Your name is in that list. What were you thinking? First it was Gregory; now you. What is wrong with you boys?”
Greg snatched the paper from his lap and the brothers huddled around him to read it.
“First of all, we’re not boys. Second, it’s only considered news because of the recognizable people who participated. I’m the least well-known of the bunch.”
“But you’re a prominent physician in this city, son, and people talk.”
“That’s fine with me. I don’t mind them talking about me for something like this.”
“So you’re proud of getting locked up?  
Jesse raised his chin. “Yes, sir, I am. Darren Givens was killed in cold blood. The police involved all got off. If we don’t stand against police brutality, it will just accelerate.”
“It’s bad enough you were Twittering about it. You have a career and reputation to protect!” The elder man bellowed.
“It’s tweeting, Daddy, “Jesse replied equally as loud. “You were very proud of yourself for participating in demonstrations back in the day. Wasn’t it you who used to tell us if we didn’t stand for something, we’d fall for anything? Why is it different for me?”
“It was different back then. Nowadays everything you say and do is plastered all over the Internet. Do you think your patients want a jailbird for a doctor?”
“For God’s sake, Daddy! Nobody cares. If they do, they can find another doctor! You don’t understand how out of touch we are.”
 “Who?” His father asked.
“All of us. Our major concerns are which private school we’re going to send our kids to, or whether we’re going to put in a pool or tennis court in the backyard.”
“You think that’s something we should be ashamed of? We all worked hard to earn that right. Nothing was handed to us.”
“I know that, Daddy, but look at us. We’re here getting ready for a holiday banquet, and haven’t given a single thought to the people in our community who are literally trying to figure out how they’re going to feed their kids today?”
“Are you saying we don’t care because we aren’t sitting around agonizing over their plight? I resent you getting so high and mighty. All of us donate our time and money to a variety of causes that benefit our people.”
Their argument came to a screeching halt when they saw his mother standing in the kitchen doorway with her hands on her hips looking as though she were about to explode. “It’s Christmas morning. I can’t believe you two are acting this way!” Her flashing gaze bounced from his face to his father’s. “If you continue carrying on, you can both find somewhere else to eat. Now get out of my kitchen so the girls and I can cook!”
“We’re not done talking about this,” his father groused as the male procession moved into the family room.
 

Coming to Kindle, Nook and Createspace in late Fall 2016

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Cover reveal!

I just hit the halfway mark on Inner City Blues, and I figured I'd acknowledge that accomplishment by revealing the cover! It was created by Cover Me Book Covers, and I think it relays the feeling of the story.


Here's the blurb: Successful surgeon, husband and father of three, Dr. Jesse Stafford, lives in an exclusive enclave in Atlanta. He volunteers his time at a neighborhood free clinic in one of the roughest parts of Atlanta where his wife, Cydney's family still lives. When an unarmed thirteen-year-old boy is shot and killed by the police in this neighborhood, Jesse finds himself in an ethical dilemma and at odds with some family members. His involvement puts everything he’s achieved on the line.

So, what do you think of the cover?


Coming late Fall 2016