Friday, November 23, 2012
Buying American
I think this year I'm going to do all in my power to buy (or make) American. The people who work so hard to write books will love my business. Or those on Etsy or other such sites who make such interesting items. I'm going to find things like music lessons for my daughters, or give handmade goodies of my own design.
There will still be a few things I can't find or make, but I'm going to limit those this year. This is my way of putting a finger in the dike. I know there are a bazillion other holes bleeding our country dry, but if I say something, it'll be one other way to plug a hole.
My ideas: Go to Pinterest, or Etsy or any other of a plethora of interesting blogs and find cute things to make yourself. Do something kind. Recognize those who serve you with service. Shorten your Christmas list. Realign your ideas of what Christmas really is. Drop a huge dollop of serenity into the swirling vortex of craziness which goes with this modern Christmas season. We don't have to be bullied into spending more than we should.
Remember whose birthday it really is. What kind of present would Christ want?
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Thank Heavens For...
photo by incite-realty.com |
It's November, a month I love to fill with thanks. We spend so much time during Christmas running around like chickens running, buying, decorating, wrapping, eating, drinking, singing, celebrating, wishing, plotting, and regretting. November is the calm before the storm.
Sometimes I think I'd just like to celebrate the real birth of Christ after all the stores have gasped through their last holiday advertisement, their last grand push to entrap the wallets of the masses, during that black hole right after the twenty fifth when people are lying around bemoaning their thickening middles and thinning wallets.
Somehow I feel Christ fits there better. He is the calm joy, the serenity.
Perhaps it was the Lord's design that a day of thanks was placed just before all the wildness of the Christmas season so that we can take a breath to really think about what we already have, partly because they may not be around soon. We of this generation have grown up feeling we were owed these things we take for granted. We don't understand those things our grandparents fought for, sweated for, died for.
We've never had to cut the honey with water. We've never had to fill our shoes with newspaper because they're full of holes and let in the snow. We've never had to walk twenty miles to school (six, yes). Many of us have always had music playing right in our ears, computers at our finger tips, and a vast choice of programs to watch on TV. We haven't had to wait for anything. We haven't had to wish for something so badly we could taste it. And we're spoiled. We think we're owed all that. But we aren't. Someone had to pay for it all.
It chaps me greatly to see Christmas trappings already adorning the stores along with Halloween costumes. While we should treat people like it's Christmas all year round, the trappings are out of place before we've had that chance to think, to count the blessings He's already bestowed on us all year around.
So here are a few things I'm glad were in my life this year. I'm thankful for so many things. I'm thankful for manatees and bubble wrap, well-working can openers and velcro. I'm thankful for soldiers who give their lives in service to their country. I'm thankful for missionaries who give their lives in service to God. I'm thankful for mint chip ice cream. I'm thankful for (in no particular order):
my family
my church
books
photo from theatrehouse.com |
fingerless mitts
heated swimming pools in the winter
my husband's job
good health
friends
lemon meringue pie
photo from lebanair.com |
pi
foreign languages
a good voice
art erasers
pens that work
wing nuts
duct tape
rain on the sagebrush
snow
the freedom to worship
the right to bear arms
the right to vote
warm blankets in the winter
shade in the summer
cars that work
fudge
shrimp
photo from thislifeisacinema.wordpress.com |
cheese enchaladas
dogs
the Constitution of the United States
horses
the ability to travel
hippopotamuseses
the planet Pluto
the color indigo
computers that work
lasagne
my home
and shoes.
There are many other things I'm grateful for, but I'm running out of time before I have to go prepare the delicious food our family is blessed with. I'm definitely glad for that.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Doing Difficult
I've been thinking about DIFFICULT today. So many times we choose to forgo something we think is difficult to do. I do this all the time. It's difficult for me to bite the bullet and send my books out to publishers. So I have a backlog of FOURTEEN books in various stages of readiness to publish and a husband who doesn't think I'm a writer because I haven't published anything but one book, and that one struggles because of my decision on which publisher to use.
It's difficult to keep my house clean while I'm trying to pump out 50,000 words this month, so I let things slide and the house starts looking like the Clampetts live here. There are smudge marks on the doors and cupboards. My fridge is full of schmutz--a perfect germ haven. There was once a vacuuming and loads of dust bunnies emigrated to the book shelves.
It's difficult to talk to the people I love, so I just don't. I let things stew and simmer until they're boiling over and spreading goop all over the floor. Opportunities disappear, appointments go out the window, and our children grow up like they were raised by wolves. And then the others get lax too, and pretty soon I have no idea what's in the hearts and minds of anybody around me. Lonely!
It's difficult to clean out the shed and walk-in because of triple digit heat and the chewing out when the MAN gets home (he complains that he can't find his stuff in my carefully labelled boxes) so it's impossible to find anything or climb in there (you have to know how to chimney) or go camping with any speed. We've even had to do battle with two hives of bees and countless wasps because of the state of the shed.
All of these things involve choices and the payments for those choices (ie. consequences). What many people don't understand is that there are consequences for the things they choose to do, and those choices are cumulative. If a person chooses to vote for a certain person, they are, in a sense, responsible for some of the things that person does. I won't get into politics more than that.
When I think of people I greatly admire, it's those people who have done difficult things. Edward Pistorius was in the 2012 Olympics as a sprinter. Olympic-level sprinting is incredibly hard even with two sound legs. Pistorius has to run on blades. He ran in several sprints, even into the semi-finals. He was on his country's relay team...with stumps for legs. He's a beast, as my kids would say.
I've related in a previous post about the movie, Touching the Void which is done from a 1988 book by Joe Simpson, recounting his and Simon Yates' disastrous and nearly fatal climb of Siula Grande (6,344m) in the Andes in 1985. Simpson ended up climbing most of the way down that mountain with a broken leg. His friend had given him up for dead. Simpson had to make continuous choices to grasp life instead of lying back and caving to oblivion. He has my undying respect.
One of the leaders of my church once wrote that he never remembered his mother raising her voice. When I read that, I harked back to all the yelling I have done. How could she have gone his whole life without yelling once at her son? That idea amazes me. But each scenario, each annoyance or bad choice on his part she greeted with a choice of her own. She chose to meet his poor decisions and mistakes with grace and understanding. To me, that would be almost as difficult as climbing on a broken leg.
Many people have felt they've gotten away with ducking consequences for their actions. That simply isn't true. Even if it's unapparent on the outside that you've made poor decisions, those choices in the inside form who you are. You are making a groove with each choice you make. We all are. If we choose to repeat that action, the groove gets deeper. It becomes a habit and then an addiction.
We can whine and holler until our eyeballs fall out, but we're still the one who dug that ditch so deeply that we have a terrible time getting out. It was our own actions and choices that brought us heartache and misery, to a great extent. We made each decision to carve the rut deeper, or to hop out of that ditch and strike out on a different course.
When I was small, I lived in a town, which had a little ski area right in town. I learned to ski on Calico Hill. It boasted two rope tows, one for the little hill and one for the big one. A rope tow is wound in a set of giant pulleys. When you want to go up the hill, you situate yourself correctly (or risk face planting in front of your jeering friends), grab tightly to the rope, and it pulls you as far up the hill as you can hold on.
As the day grows later, usually it cools off and the snow gets icy. The rope tows also get icy. But also the ruts get deeper. You'd better hope you get into the right ruts as the day wains, or you'll find yourself plowing into the ice with your nearly frozen face. Not fun. Or, you might hope you can do a standing jump in your skis. Not easy or fun. Either way, the rut you have carved all day will guide you where you'll go.
Even if the difficulties are not our fault, we can decide how we will think and act. One of my favorite books is by Corrie Ten Boom, called THE HIDING PLACE. She and her sister were incarcerated in a concentration camp because of their choice as Christians to help people escape from Nazi Germany. While in that camp they could have bowed to the incredibly hideous odds--something most people did in there. Corrie and her sister chose not to. They made their minds up to do the best they could. And they did it.
I've been reading a wonderful book by a gifted, successful, and insightful man named James A. Owen, called DRAWING OUT THE DRAGONS. It's all about the choices he's made and the forthcoming consequences he's suffered or enjoyed. He says in his book, "If you want to do something badly enough, you will. And people will help you. And if there's something you don't want to do, nobody will be able to help you."
It's all cumulative choices and decisions, weaving and interweaving to make a grand tapestry of life. You are the weaver. You are the doer of deeds. You can do difficult things. I can carry off those things which I never thought I could. I just have to make the decision to start, and then proceed to the finish.
It's difficult to keep my house clean while I'm trying to pump out 50,000 words this month, so I let things slide and the house starts looking like the Clampetts live here. There are smudge marks on the doors and cupboards. My fridge is full of schmutz--a perfect germ haven. There was once a vacuuming and loads of dust bunnies emigrated to the book shelves.
It's difficult to talk to the people I love, so I just don't. I let things stew and simmer until they're boiling over and spreading goop all over the floor. Opportunities disappear, appointments go out the window, and our children grow up like they were raised by wolves. And then the others get lax too, and pretty soon I have no idea what's in the hearts and minds of anybody around me. Lonely!
It's difficult to clean out the shed and walk-in because of triple digit heat and the chewing out when the MAN gets home (he complains that he can't find his stuff in my carefully labelled boxes) so it's impossible to find anything or climb in there (you have to know how to chimney) or go camping with any speed. We've even had to do battle with two hives of bees and countless wasps because of the state of the shed.
All of these things involve choices and the payments for those choices (ie. consequences). What many people don't understand is that there are consequences for the things they choose to do, and those choices are cumulative. If a person chooses to vote for a certain person, they are, in a sense, responsible for some of the things that person does. I won't get into politics more than that.
When I think of people I greatly admire, it's those people who have done difficult things. Edward Pistorius was in the 2012 Olympics as a sprinter. Olympic-level sprinting is incredibly hard even with two sound legs. Pistorius has to run on blades. He ran in several sprints, even into the semi-finals. He was on his country's relay team...with stumps for legs. He's a beast, as my kids would say.
I've related in a previous post about the movie, Touching the Void which is done from a 1988 book by Joe Simpson, recounting his and Simon Yates' disastrous and nearly fatal climb of Siula Grande (6,344m) in the Andes in 1985. Simpson ended up climbing most of the way down that mountain with a broken leg. His friend had given him up for dead. Simpson had to make continuous choices to grasp life instead of lying back and caving to oblivion. He has my undying respect.
One of the leaders of my church once wrote that he never remembered his mother raising her voice. When I read that, I harked back to all the yelling I have done. How could she have gone his whole life without yelling once at her son? That idea amazes me. But each scenario, each annoyance or bad choice on his part she greeted with a choice of her own. She chose to meet his poor decisions and mistakes with grace and understanding. To me, that would be almost as difficult as climbing on a broken leg.
Many people have felt they've gotten away with ducking consequences for their actions. That simply isn't true. Even if it's unapparent on the outside that you've made poor decisions, those choices in the inside form who you are. You are making a groove with each choice you make. We all are. If we choose to repeat that action, the groove gets deeper. It becomes a habit and then an addiction.
We can whine and holler until our eyeballs fall out, but we're still the one who dug that ditch so deeply that we have a terrible time getting out. It was our own actions and choices that brought us heartache and misery, to a great extent. We made each decision to carve the rut deeper, or to hop out of that ditch and strike out on a different course.
When I was small, I lived in a town, which had a little ski area right in town. I learned to ski on Calico Hill. It boasted two rope tows, one for the little hill and one for the big one. A rope tow is wound in a set of giant pulleys. When you want to go up the hill, you situate yourself correctly (or risk face planting in front of your jeering friends), grab tightly to the rope, and it pulls you as far up the hill as you can hold on.
As the day grows later, usually it cools off and the snow gets icy. The rope tows also get icy. But also the ruts get deeper. You'd better hope you get into the right ruts as the day wains, or you'll find yourself plowing into the ice with your nearly frozen face. Not fun. Or, you might hope you can do a standing jump in your skis. Not easy or fun. Either way, the rut you have carved all day will guide you where you'll go.
Even if the difficulties are not our fault, we can decide how we will think and act. One of my favorite books is by Corrie Ten Boom, called THE HIDING PLACE. She and her sister were incarcerated in a concentration camp because of their choice as Christians to help people escape from Nazi Germany. While in that camp they could have bowed to the incredibly hideous odds--something most people did in there. Corrie and her sister chose not to. They made their minds up to do the best they could. And they did it.
I've been reading a wonderful book by a gifted, successful, and insightful man named James A. Owen, called DRAWING OUT THE DRAGONS. It's all about the choices he's made and the forthcoming consequences he's suffered or enjoyed. He says in his book, "If you want to do something badly enough, you will. And people will help you. And if there's something you don't want to do, nobody will be able to help you."
It's all cumulative choices and decisions, weaving and interweaving to make a grand tapestry of life. You are the weaver. You are the doer of deeds. You can do difficult things. I can carry off those things which I never thought I could. I just have to make the decision to start, and then proceed to the finish.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Marsha Ward Blog Tour!
Spinster's Folly is coming out!
Marie Owen yearns for a loving husband, but Colorado
Territory is long on rough characters and short on fitting suitors, so a future
of spinsterhood seems more likely than wedded bliss. Her best friend says cowboy
Bill Henry is a likely candidate, but Marie knows her class-conscious father
would not allow such a pairing. When she challenges her father to find her a
suitable husband before she becomes a spinster, he arranges a match with a
neighbor's son. Then Marie discovers Tom Morgan would be an unloving, abusive
mate and his mother holds a grudge against the Owen family. Marie's mounting
despair at the prospect of being trapped in such a dismal marriage drives her
into the arms of a sweet-talking predator, landing her in unimaginable
dangers.
This fourth book in the Owen Family Saga is infused with
potent heart and intense grit.
Bio:
Marsha Ward is an award-winning poet, writer and editor
whose published work includes four novels in The Owen Family Saga: The Man
from Shenandoah, Ride to Raton, Trail of Storms, and Spinster’s
Folly; and over 900 articles, columns, poems and short stories. She also is
a workshop presenter and writing teacher.
Interview with Marsha Ward:
Q: Tell us about
when you first started writing and a little about your writing
journey.
A: I've been a writer
all my life. My sister tells me that when I was of pre-school age, I
covered pages of notebook paper with scribbles and said it was my
novel. I have no idea how I knew what a novel was. I do know I
excelled at English and composition classes throughout my schooling.
The teacher of the English class I took during my junior year of high
school told me I should be teaching the class. Whoa! That blew me
away.
I began what became my
first novel, The Man from Shenandoah, in 1965. At the time, my
goal was to write “The Great American Novel.” Soon I had a
manuscript of twenty chapters that I carted around with me for years,
but I didn't seriously work on it again until the 1980s, when I began
to consider sending work out to publishers. I'd been reading certain
books and told myself I could write as well as any of their authors.
I dusted off my “Great American Novel,” realized it was only a
summary, then studied creative fiction writing with several teachers
and through reading many instruction books.
In the meantime, I
started writing commercially for LDS newspapers, so feature and news
articles were my thing for several years.
After learning what
commercial fiction writing really entailed, I began to hone what
natural talent I had, and bit by bit, after throwing away a lot of
chaff—such as too many characters—and adding the good stuff—like
sensory details and emotions and actual plot—I had a manuscript to
send out. That I did.
I was getting good
remarks from editors (but no offers yet), when I had a health crisis
in 2002. It looked pretty bad. I wanted to leave my work behind in
fixed form so no one would throw it out upon my death, so I looked
into self-publishing. After some intensive study and thinking about
what form of self-publishing I wanted to engage in, I chose to go
with iUniverse. After a terrible false start on the cover, I provided
them with a photo to use. I was so delighted with the quick
turn-around and then the great response to The Man from Shenandoah
from readers, that I decided to use the same method of publishing for
the follow-up novel, Ride to Raton.
When word leaked out
that my third novel, Trail of Storms, was finished at last, I
was encouraged to submit it to a couple of publishers. I knew it
wasn't right for them, but did so. I regretted wasting those eight
months until rejection when a reader came up to me in a grocery store
and begged for the new book. Why delay what clearly had a ready
market? I went back to iUniverse for a third go-around.
After the success of my
electronic books, I decided to go in another direction to publish the
print edition of Spinster’s Folly. It is published by
WestWard Books, my company.
Over the years I've won
national prizes for poetry, and published columns in several
periodicals. I've also written chapters for non-fiction books on
writing and publishing. All of my novels include romantic elements.
There may come a time when I'll write a mystery.
I had an epiphany
several years ago when I realized that I write to let people know
there is always hope, and to show them through the experiences of
fictional characters that they can get through hard times, even
really, really terrible times, and find happiness at the end of it
all.
One of the hallmarks of
my fiction is fast-paced adventure peopled with believable
characters. Readers tell me when they're forced to put a book down
they worry about my characters until they can read about them again.
If I can take people out of their own worrisome lives enough to be
concerned about fictional folks and see them through to a satisfying
ending, then I've done the job of relieving some of their day-to-day
stress. Isn't that what books are for?
Q: Tell us about
your novels and where we can find them.
A. Actor Tom Sellack once
said there should be a shelf in bookstores labeled "Darn Good
Reads." I like to think my novels go there. My fiction works are
historicals set in the 19th Century West. That broadly classifies
them as Westerns, but if you think all Westerns are about outlaws and
lawmen, or cowhands and sheep-herders, guess again. The Western genre
has grown and evolved into many sub-genres, including my
action/adventure/sweet romance novels dealing with Western Migration
and post-Civil War angst.
My novels have evolved
into The Owen Family Saga, with more books to come. The Man from
Shenandoah, featuring son Carl, introduces the series and the
family in post-Civil War Virginia, and starts the group moving west.
Ride to Raton tells the other side of the coin to Carl's
happiness, as it details his brother James's travels to get away from
an unhappy situation, and his growth through some really interesting
events. Trail of Storms goes back to Virginia and brings
neighbors of the Owen clan out of the beleaguered South. A stop on
their trip to Albuquerque brings new turmoil into the life of Jessie
Bingham, the protagonist. Spinster’s Folly recounts the
harsh adversities Marie Owen endures because of poor decisions she
makes in her desperate search for a loving husband.
The first three books
are available in print at iUniverse.com; and at retailers Amazon.com,
Barnes & Noble.com, and other online booksellers. Spinster’s
Folly is published by WestWard Books. It is available from my
website, marshaward.com; at CreateSpace.com; and at the above online
retailers. Autographed copies of all my novels can be purchased at
MarshaWard.com.
Electronic versions of
the novels in The Owen Family Saga may be found at Smashwords.com,
BN.com, and all the Amazon Kindle stores. I also have various
collections and short stories available as ebooks.
I’m in the research
stage for the fifth Owen Family Saga nove, Gone for a Soldier.
Since it deals with the Civil War experiences of oldest Owen son
Rulon, I suspect I’m in for some intensive study to get the details
right.
Q: What is one piece
of advice you would give to new writers?
A. Do your homework and
learn how to write well. Then don't be afraid to check out the
freedom and almost instant readership being an independent
self-publisher can give you. If you are the kind of writer who wants
to connect with readers, you may want to do an end run around the
very time-intensive and very limited traditional publishing world and
check out the electronic and print self-publishing arena. If you are
the kind of writer who needs the validation of gatekeepers and has
plenty of time to spend chasing down an agent or a publisher, not so
much. Over all, have faith in a bright future!
Links to her author pages at Smashwords and
Amazon:
And links to her Social Media
sites:
Website: http://marshaward.com
Author Blog: http://marshaward.blogspot.com
Character Blog: http://charactersinmarshashead.blogspot.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authormarshaward
Twitter: http://twitter.com/MarshaWard
Author Blog: http://marshaward.blogspot.com
Character Blog: http://charactersinmarshashead.blogspot.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authormarshaward
Twitter: http://twitter.com/MarshaWard
Online Book Release Event at Facebook on November
10:
Thor Lives on My Street!
Thor lives on my street! I'm convinced it's him because there are signs up all over the neighborhood asking if anyone's seen his hammer. I even have his phone number. Unfortunately, I doubt he looks like Chris Hemsworth.
I'm pondering what it would be like to have a superhero living nearby. It seems like every time you see one, lots of infrastructure is getting ruined. You see them crashing into buildings all the time and they never toss off a "Sorry about the loss of your skyscraper" or anything. They just merrily go about the business of offing the bad guy as the shards of glass and drywall shower to the ground.
And the bullets. Bullets are flying everywhere. Never mind that bullets rarely kill the bad guy even though every bad guy known to man is a sucky shot. Bullets fly around and tag total strangers. Mostly those strangers are running for their lives, granted.
It's all about collateral damage. I'm wondering if, on the scale of life, that particular bad guy was worth taking out a whole section of town. Was he worth three city buses and a baby in a buggy? Is there a list somewhere of what a villain is worth in the way of damages wreaked?
I suppose it would be nice to have the crime gone from my section of town. But it seems like crime seeks out these superheros. This means my section of town could become not safer, but a target for more crime.
Maybe I'm going to go find that stupid hammer and get Thor to move somewhere else. Or buy him another hammer.
I'm pondering what it would be like to have a superhero living nearby. It seems like every time you see one, lots of infrastructure is getting ruined. You see them crashing into buildings all the time and they never toss off a "Sorry about the loss of your skyscraper" or anything. They just merrily go about the business of offing the bad guy as the shards of glass and drywall shower to the ground.
And the bullets. Bullets are flying everywhere. Never mind that bullets rarely kill the bad guy even though every bad guy known to man is a sucky shot. Bullets fly around and tag total strangers. Mostly those strangers are running for their lives, granted.
It's all about collateral damage. I'm wondering if, on the scale of life, that particular bad guy was worth taking out a whole section of town. Was he worth three city buses and a baby in a buggy? Is there a list somewhere of what a villain is worth in the way of damages wreaked?
I suppose it would be nice to have the crime gone from my section of town. But it seems like crime seeks out these superheros. This means my section of town could become not safer, but a target for more crime.
Maybe I'm going to go find that stupid hammer and get Thor to move somewhere else. Or buy him another hammer.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Woo Hoo!!!
I'm so going to have a huge party when I'm done with NaNoWriMo because at some point last week this blog got its (Doot doo doo dooooo) one hundredth follower! There will be jubilation and perhaps a spiffy prize to ensue.
Meanwhile I am ten yards deep in words (half of them Spanish) and ideas. The wading is getting prohibitive. I fear when it gets above my waders. (And not THAT kind of wading.)
I also finished some great books lately:
Austenland by Shannon Hale (I can't wait for the movie!)
Evangeline's Miracle by Lisa Buie-Collard
Behind Jane Austen's Door by Jennifer Forest
Twin Souls by DelSheree Glad(something)
and Unlovable by Sherry Gammon
All of which I've greatly enjoyed.
I'm halfway through Ali Cross's Become. It's proving an interesting read. Reviews to come shortly. And now, back to LETTERS TO STEPS!
Meanwhile I am ten yards deep in words (half of them Spanish) and ideas. The wading is getting prohibitive. I fear when it gets above my waders. (And not THAT kind of wading.)
I also finished some great books lately:
Austenland by Shannon Hale (I can't wait for the movie!)
Evangeline's Miracle by Lisa Buie-Collard
Behind Jane Austen's Door by Jennifer Forest
Twin Souls by DelSheree Glad(something)
and Unlovable by Sherry Gammon
All of which I've greatly enjoyed.
I'm halfway through Ali Cross's Become. It's proving an interesting read. Reviews to come shortly. And now, back to LETTERS TO STEPS!
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Nano Neurosis
It's NaNoWriMo month. This means that I'm writing a novel in a month. At least that's the idea. I did this last year with Psyquake and made it to the end as a winner. The book I'm working on this year is LETTERS FOR STEPS, a book about a missionary in Ecuador and one of his contacts, a girl from Colorado, USA, who is living in Ecuador for a lark. She's a photographer and lives above the restaurant she works in.
For much of it, I'm depending a lot on my daughter, N. for her mission experiences and knowledge of the area and people. I am taking other stories and anecdotes from other friends and relatives. The rub has been in trying to make it an engaging story without having Elder Holloway unlock his heart. N. is adamant that he can have not a smidgen of romantic regard for her.
On the other hand I have several examples of people who went back later and married people from their mission. So I'm really having to be careful as I tell this story. It's a tightrope dance.
It's taking lots of research on Ecuador--people, habits, clothing, population counts, etc., which slows me down a bit, along with tightrope part. My first visit was to Chimborazo volcano, the highest mountain near the equator. From there I went to llamas and alpacas and thence to street food of Guaranda. Soon I'll be looking up info about monkeys and the Colorado Indian tribe.
I love writing! You learn so much while doing it!
For much of it, I'm depending a lot on my daughter, N. for her mission experiences and knowledge of the area and people. I am taking other stories and anecdotes from other friends and relatives. The rub has been in trying to make it an engaging story without having Elder Holloway unlock his heart. N. is adamant that he can have not a smidgen of romantic regard for her.
On the other hand I have several examples of people who went back later and married people from their mission. So I'm really having to be careful as I tell this story. It's a tightrope dance.
It's taking lots of research on Ecuador--people, habits, clothing, population counts, etc., which slows me down a bit, along with tightrope part. My first visit was to Chimborazo volcano, the highest mountain near the equator. From there I went to llamas and alpacas and thence to street food of Guaranda. Soon I'll be looking up info about monkeys and the Colorado Indian tribe.
I love writing! You learn so much while doing it!
Friday, November 2, 2012
Time Out For Writers
ANWA’s 21st Annual Writers Conference
Mesa Hilton, February 21-23, 2013
Welcome to the registration site for the ANWA
Writers Conference, “Time Out For Writers.” This conference is held
annually in the Phoenix area and is open to the public. Attendees can
participate in a query/pitch workshop, attend two full days of classes
with industry professionals, enter our “BOB” contest (Beginning of Book)
and win fabulous prizes, and pitch their work to both national and
local agents and editors. EARLY REGISTRATION BEGINS OCTOBER 15th.
*There will be wonderful classes on all phases of writing and publishing.
*BOB contest--First five hundred words of your Work In Progress
*Breakfast with the 'Stars'
*A Protagonist Ball
*Query/pitch workshop
*Pitch sessions
*Wonderful faculty
Come and be filled with inspiration and knowledge! Knowledge is power.
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