Snow Day

I haven’t actually read anything new lately to write a Story Time Tuesday about (still reading The Country House Courtship that I wrote about last week–very good, but I’ve been too tired to read. Grr, exercising!) so I’m being lazy and blaming it on the three feet of snow outside.

Okay, so, two feet. But we’re supposed to get another 6-12 inches between today and tomorrow. Siiiiggghhh. For those of you who haven’t seen my posts on Facebook, the two feet we got over the weekend brought our front porch roof crashing down and buckling in half (it was aluminum).

So. A few updates. Don’t forget to enter the giveaway from Friday for Christa Allen’s Walking on Broken Glass.

Next, I’ll be on two different blogs this week, and in three different giveaways. You can check out Molly the Reviewer’s blog for a special Valentine’s giveaway that includes Stray Drop.

On Wednesday, my wonderful crit partner Carole is hosting me at Sunnybank Meanderings and doing a very special giveaway complete with recipes from the novel, a box of chamomile (favorite drink of my heroine’s mistress), and lip balm much like they used back in Biblical times. I also talk about how the cover design came to be, and answer some fun interview questions.

Thursday I’m going around the world with International Christian Fiction Writers (figuratively speaking, LOL), and answering some more fun questions–I get into some info about WhiteFire Publishing that you writers might be interested in! That giveaway includes more than just a book too, so check it out!

I think that pretty much covers this week . . . and almost makes up for my laziness in the Story Time category. Can’t even take my daughter to Story Time at the Library today, thanks to the snow. It was supposed to be the Valentine’s party, so she’s pretty bummed about that. =(

Hope everyone’s having a great Tuesday!

Modern . . . Dreams

Modern . . . Dreams

Don’t forget to enter Friday’s giveaway for Christa Allen’s debut novel, Walking on Broken Glass!

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Who among us hasn’t ever soothed a frantic child–or even ourselves–with the phrase, “It’s only a dream.” ? I know I’ve chanted that to myself a time or two after waking up from a nightmare, and I’ve said it to my daughter too. I’ve even had one of my characters repeat the phrase to herself time and again after a series of nightmares. But isn’t it kind of interesting? Dreams can have a profound impact on us . . . and yet we try to dismiss them in this day and age, write them off as Freudian wish-fulfillment or random firings of synapses.

I always find it interesting how important a role dreams play in the Bible, for instance. In the Old Testament especially, we see God speaking to people quite a bit through dreams, or raising His children to power through the ability to interpret them. I think most of assume that’s just something that happened “back then.” Sure, we’re willing to grant that dreams can mean something. Sometimes. In a way.

Even if we dismiss any prophetic qualities they could have, though, dreams shouldn’t be dismissed so easily, should they? I like to make use of the normal, everyday variety of dream in my contemporaries as ways for the characters to see something about themselves. Who hasn’t had a dream about a person they hadn’t yet admitted to themselves they were interested in? Kinda hard to deny it after that, though, right? Or how about those times we dream something bad about our spouse and wake up angry with them, even though they haven’t done something wrong? That affects us throughout our whole day and can often force us to examine our own hearts and fears to get over it.

And I’d love to see a poll of how many authors came up with story ideas based on dreams. Lots, I know!

But the fact is, dreams can still be the whisper of God too. Let’s remember that He doesn’t change–if He spoke through dreams Back Then, why would He stop doing it now? More likely, I think, is that we don’t listen to them so much anymore. My friend Dina shared a story on her blog a few weeks ago about how, when they were trapped in a war-zone, her young son had a dream that, as it turns out, thousands of people had around the world that week, and it guided them to safety. (Oo, shivers up my spine just writing that.) She also shared with me that thousands of Muslims have converted to Christianity in the last few years because they had dreams about Jesus.

We can’t discount those amazing stories, though all too often we do–or we say, “Wow, that’s awesome. It would never happen to me, but it’s awesome.” And maybe it wouldn’t happen to us. But maybe it would. In my stories, and in my life, I like to keep an open mind. I don’t like to “resort to” these “tactics” when writing–but I also want to write reality. And reality is that our dream world has a profound effect on our “real” world.

Have you encountered that?

My Friend Christa – Interview and Giveaway

My Friend Christa – Interview and Giveaway

Our fabulous feature author for this Friday is Christa Allen, whose debut novel Walking on Broken Glass just released February 1! Congrats, Christa! (And that title just makes me say, “Owie!” LOL)

Christa has graciously offered a copy of her book to one lucky reader, so as usual, leave your comments below with an email address!

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About
Walking on Broken Glass

Leah Thornton’s life, like her Southern Living home, has great curb appeal. But a paralyzing encounter with a can of frozen apple juice in the supermarket shatters the façade, forcing her to admit that all is not as it appears. When her best friend gets in Leah’s face about her reliance on alcohol to avoid dealing with her life, Leah must make an agonizing choice. Seek help against her husband’s wishes? Or—put herself first for once? Joy and sadness converge and unwelcome insights intrude, testing Leah’s commitment to sobriety, her marriage, her motherhood, and her faith.

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About Christa

With the exception of having spent some years in Texas, I’ve been a lifelong Louisiana girl. After college I started teaching high school until the mommy years. I have five children, who are now 32, 29, 26, 26, and 24, a son-in-law, and two precious grandgirls ages 4 and 2. Twenty plus years ago I returned to teaching high school. I received my National Board Certification in 2007, and this school year moved to a new high school that opened in our parish. My husband Ken and I have been married for almost nineteen years. We spend our time with our three neurotic cats, play golf, dodge hurricanes, and look forward to retiring one day.
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What’s your latest book?

Walking on Broken Glass from Abingdon Press. It just released February 1, 2010.

What would your dream office look like—and what does your REAL writing environment look like?

Hmm…possibly in Maui, overlooking the ocean, with a wide porch, tall windows. I’m a horizontal organizer, so I’d love a long shelf wrapping two walls. A desk that’s adjustable so I could sit and type, but when my knees start locking, I could lower a section of it and lean back with my legs stretched out.

A refrigerator, microwave, coffee maker…

My real writing environment is a wing-back chair in the family room or my kitchen table!

How do you feel about a really close neighbor at that Maui one? Roseanna could sooooo see that! Is there any one thing or reference you keep handy when writing? Anything you kept around for this particular book?

1. my Bible

2. Rodale’s Synonym Finder

3. a collection of catalogs/magazines to use as resources for descriptions: Williams-Sonoma, Southern Living, Pottery Barn, J.Jill, and others depending on characters and setting.

4. Donald Maass’ Writing the Breakout Novel and James Scott Bell’s Plot and Structure.

What lessons have you learned through the publication process that you wouldn’t have guessed as a pre-published writer?

I’m amazed by the number of people involved in bringing a book from manuscript to novel on the shelf in a bookstore. My agent, my editor, sales team, copy editor, cover people, marketing, publicity….It’s humbling to know that many people are hard are work to help your dreams come true.

Yep, it’s definitely a team effort. Are there any people (family, writing group, editors) who you rely on when writing?

My older son used to be a medical corpsman in the Navy and worked in ER, so he’s a great help with questions like, “How long does it take a person to die if. . . ” One of my daughters is my fashionista resource for everything designer and expensive. Without her, I would have thought Tory Burch was a tree. My other daughter is my organizer and eagle-eyed reality-checker. She’s the one who spots that on page 182 the character’s eye color or name changes or something equally horrific.

And then there’s my husband. The man, God bless him, becomes absolutely invisible when I write. He takes care of cooking, washing, cleaning, making my coffee, and slips out for golf games…whatever it takes.

Now THAT is a valuable husband! Mine did that a lot more before the kids came along and his business moved to a home office. =) So aside from writing, what takes up most of your time?

Grading papers!! I teach high school English [on a good day…] plus an online class with 46 students, so I’m constantly drowning in a sea of papers.

My English teachers remain some of the most influential people in my life. Do you remember where you were when you got your first or most important call about a book contract?

Absolutely! It was on Thursday, October 30, 2008 at 11:43 in the morning, two minutes before my lunch ended and my fifth period 10th graders would walk through the door. Rachelle Gardner, my agent called to tell me the news that she’d heard from Barbara Scott that Abingdon Press had made an offer.

Two of my friends were eating with me, so when my students walked in and saw me sobbing, they made sure to tell them the news was good! My students applauded, I called my husband and children, and then it was almost business as usual. I do remember telling them that I hoped one thing they took from that day was that anyone’s dreams can come true if you’re persistent and don’t let people steal them from you. I told them I hoped they just didn’t wait as long as I did to believe in themselves.

Awww. I bet that was a great inspiration to those students! Any funny family stories about living with a writer?

We talk about things like different ways people would be murdered or what would happen if you walked to your mailbox and never came back. . .I threaten my children with naming a rabid dog in a book after one of them if they get cranky…

LOL. When they’re REALLY cranky, you can threaten to name the villain after them (unless they’d think that was cool. 😉

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Thanks for visiting, Christa! Readers, be sure and check out her website.

You can purchase Walking on Broken Glass from Amazon, Cokesbury, or CrossPurposes.

(Giveaway ends 2/11/10. Void where prohibited. The winner will have two weeks to get their address to me before a new winner is selected.)

Winner!

And the winner of Margaret Brownley’s A Lady Like Sarah is . . .

inthehammockblog@ . . .

Congrats! I’ll be sending you an email in just a minute.
(Winners have two weeks to reply before a new one is selected.)

Thoughtful About . . . Rejections

Today’s the last day to enter the giveaway for A Lady Like Sarah, so hop down and leave a comment!

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Yesterday morning, I received what every author dreads: a rejection. And this isn’t your run-of-the-mill, “Thanks, but after reading the proposal, it’s not what we’re looking for.” This comes after a year of encouragement, of high praise, and of a statement that they wanted it and would have a letter of intent to me “soon.”

“Soon” somehow became, “sorry.” Which makes Roseanna go “sigh” and “sniffle” and even a short “sob” before I get a grip on myself.

I’m an old friend with rejection. I’ve been submitting manuscripts since I was fourteen years old, so I’ve obviously gotten my fair share. Everything from the boiler-plate “thanks but no thanks” letters to some very personal, very encouraging apologies. That’s what this one was. The editor loved the story and wants to work with me, but their line’s going in a different direction. I understand that. Really I do. And I appreciate that she offered to talk with me about coming up with another idea.

But that doesn’t make it any easier, you know? For a year, my hopes have been so high on this project. I really, truly believed that this was my “given,” that the encouragement meant I could count on it. But when an optimist like me gets news like this . . . well, there’s some deflation. There’s a headache. There’s some glumness in a royal shade of blue.

And there’s a question of, “What was the point of this, Lord? I know You have a purpose for me, for every bump, for every bruise. I know there’s a reason this was dragged out so long only to end in a disheartening ‘no.’ So if You could just let me know what that is . . . ?”

There’s no magic cure for disappointment, no Band-aid you can put on it, no steps you can follow to put it neatly behind you and keep plugging away. But still, I woke up today feeling okay. Happy, even. Because yesterday I saw the true mettle of the people I love. My friends not only rallied around me with cheer and encouragement and lots of, “You’re too talented not to get picked up soon by a big house!” they had me laughing. They had the optimist in me quickly resurging.

My hubby and I ended up going out for a much-needed date last night, too, and talking to him is always a balm on my soul. I ended my day yesterday knowing that even if life makes us cry now and then, we serve a God who dries our tears. So thank you, Lord, for wrapping your arms around me. And thank you, my awesome friends, for being those arms.