by Roseanna White | Oct 2, 2017 | Holidays
Usually I prepare my week’s blog posts on Sunday. But I didn’t yesterday. Why, you ask? Because we were out of the house by 7 to head down to my family’s farm. The first Sunday of October every year, they run a Fall Festival full of pumpkins, apples, crafts, and hayrides.
Naturally, this event is just begging for some good old fashioned Punkin Chunkin. 😉
A few years ago, we built a massive slingshot and ran some Chunkin to support some missionary friends of ours who were planning a trip to Bulgaria. This year, the same group from my church decided to finish the trebuchet they’ve had in the works for years, in order to support a mission trip to Houston in a couple weeks. My uncle and his wife suffered from the flooding so many residents did–they’re kinda of long-distance members of our church, watching the broadcast every week, so we’re sending some men down to help them repair their home. And once they have boots on the ground, they’ll see what else they can do to help out in the neighborhood too!
So it started with some very fun flinging of pumpkins and watermelons. Though we were a bit nervous at the start when we couldn’t get the sling to release the things–it had worked fine on Friday!–it was soon goinging like clockwork. My husband (the one in the red shirt in the video), calculates that we ended up sending over 300 pumpkins to their deaths in that poor field over the course of 6ish hours, averaging 2-3 flings a minute in our busy hours.
And he’s already planning for next year. 😉
Just so you know why there was no Word of the Week today, LOL. But I’ll get some other posts ready for later in the week, I promise!
by Roseanna White | Sep 29, 2017 | Announcements, Book News
I’m happy to announce, if you haven’t seen it yet, that I’ve participated in a collection of devotionals that bring out the faith messages in our fiction. Each of the 10 bestselling authors in this little e-book have chosen two of their stories and begin their selection with a short quote from them, then expound on the faith message behind it, summing it up with the Scripture that inspired it.
Faith from Fiction is now available for $0.99, so go grab your copy and dive into reflection on the Word to be found in our stories–because we all know fiction is the best way to learn. 😉 All profits will be donated to Samaritan’s Purse!
The authors in the collection include:
Melanie Dickerson
Janice Hanna Thompson
Leah Atwood
Christy Barritt
Heather Blanton
Lynnette Bonner
L. N. Cronk
DiAne Gates
Jenn Faulk
Roseanna M. White (hey, I know her!)
You can find it at (I’ll post the other links as they go live):
Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iTunes
And if you think you recognize the hand of the cover design, you’re right. 😉 I volunteered my services for the cover and had fun creating it. We decided on autumn colors because, well, it’s autumn, LOL. Here’s a larger version…
We hope our inspiration blesses you!
by Roseanna White | Sep 28, 2017 | Thoughtful Thursdays
Over the last few months, a landmark change has come upon me. It started gradually–now and then, out in public. And then it became more common even at home. And now I know it’s here to stay.
My daughter has stopped calling me Mommy and now calls me Mom.
It’s a strange thing in a way, isn’t it? I mean, we all know our grown-up kids aren’t going to keep calling us Mommy. (Though I know plenty of girls who keep calling their father Daddy, the Mommy thing inevitably goes away. Hmmm.) So obviously there will be a transition. But as we change diapers and navigate toddlerhood, as we prepare them for their first days of school, this isn’t really a question any of us ponder too much, right?
But my daughter, being a mini-me in some ways, actually seems to have put some thought into it. I’d noticed quite a while ago that when she was talking to her friends–especially her older friends–she’d refer to me as “her mom.” Which was obviously fine. But then a few months ago she said something to me…I don’t even remember the conversation. But it was something that, in retrospect, felt as though she was asking permission to change what she called me. I honestly don’t recall the words. Maybe she had asked me if I used to call my mother Mommy, and that led to when I stopped? I don’t know. I guess at the time, it didn’t seem important to remember the exact conversation. But I recall kinda smiling as she walked away. Realizing that my girl is growing up. And loving that she was taking care with this.
And so, Mommy has vanished. And quite often, when I hear her call out, “Mom!” it feels so…deliberate. Almost proud. As though she realizes she’d taken a step toward adulthood, one that she could choose when to take.
There are moments when I feel as though it should make me sad, or at least emotional–a chapter is over, finished. But instead, I feel proud too. I’m not sure I can explain why. Perhaps because in Mom, for us, there’s a new depth to our relationship that couldn’t quite be when she was younger. I love that she sits down and just chats with me. That we rejoice together over stupid things like pumpkin spice coffee creamer and cream cheese. I love that we talk about stories and that as soon as she finishes a book she loved, she shoves it at me and tells me I have to read it too, so we can talk about it and rent the movie.
I love that though there are mom-moments aplenty–the ones where I’m saying, “Go take a shower. Do your math. No, I mean it, do your math. Stop yelling at your brother. Just dry the dishes and stop moaning about it!” there are other moments too. Friend moments. Moments when we laugh together, when we talk about honest-to-goodness things that matter, when I realize that my little girl is growing up into a young woman that I love getting to know.
I guess part of me always wondered, as I wrangled these kids of mine through screaming fits and sleepless nights, what kind of relationship we’d have as they grew up. Well, we’re discovering that now. And though she’s only almost-12 and we’ve still got those teen years ahead of us, I pray that what we’re building now will only get stronger. That these little people I love so much will become big people I respect. That each year, though it brings changes and challenges, will bring a new layer of depth too. Beautiful depth.
Now, interesting will be to see if/when my son makes this change, given that he rarely ever calls me Mommy anyway–he calls me Mama. Will that stick around? Who knows. But I’m sure loving the discovery with these two silly kiddos of mine.
It’s a journey, always, this parenting thing. Nothing ever stays the same for long. But it’s one that I love more, the longer we travel it together.
Here’s to the road. And to the people who travel it with me.
by Roseanna White | Sep 27, 2017 | Books, Cover Designs
It’s been a while since I’ve gone behind the design of a book cover…and since someone asked me about it last week, I figure it’s time for another example. But what cover should I feature?? Always a question–and since I can’t always release a cover publicly when I design it (gotta wait for the author to do so, after all), I’m not always sure when I can feature a cover.
But in this case, there’s no question as (a) it’s a WhiteFire book and (b) it releases October 15! So today we’re going to take a look at Melody Carlson’s String of Pearls, the third book in the Mulligan Sisters Series.
Let’s start by looking at the first two books in the series.
As you can see, we have a theme established for the series. In the foreground we have one of the sisters–starting with Bridget, who joins the Army Nursing Service at the beginning of WWII, and then moving to Colleen in book 2, whose dreams get all tangled up in heartache as she pursues a Hollywood career. In the background of each book, I used a public domain era photograph which I colorized.
On book 3, we knew we wanted Molly, the youngest of the 4 Mulligan sisters. Molly looks a lot like Colleen, so my first challenge was going to be finding a model who could look like the sister of #2. I tried a few different girls but ended up using this one.
Of course, the body wasn’t right–but I liked the face. She bears a nice resemblance to the model for Colleen, coloring’s right, and I loved her smile. And I had already scoped out an image of a 40s style woman with a camera–and Molly loved photography.
I started by just putting the blond’s head as-is on the brunette’s body, but Melody requested some more 40s style hair. So I took this lovely lady’s curls…
Lightened and brightened them, put them on the first blonde’s head, and plunked them both on the brunette’s body, to get this.
But I didn’t want to keep the same coloring on the clothes–especially since I’d recently used another shot of the brunette in a different cover and preserved that red sweater in that one. Here, I decided to go with blue. So I copied the sweater and the skirt, made them new layers, and used the Hue/Saturation option to change them to blue.
But what to use as a backdrop? I tried a few modern photographs behind her–shots of San Francisco streets. But modern photographs just don’t look the same as 1940s photographs, and it gave the cover a whole different feel from the first two books. So I went hunting for photos I could use from the 1940s and eventually found this one.
The only problem with this is that it was going the wrong direction–I needed my lines pointing at my model, not away from her, in order to balance the image correctly. Now, flipping an image is easy-peasy…until you realize that there are signs which are then backwards. *Sigh*. But I just flipped and resized all of those as well.
Then the tricky part–colorizing it. This isn’t my forte, but I’ve been learning how to do it. In general, the method is to create a new layer, set said new layer to a different blending mode–often Overlay, though occasionally a different option works better, just depending on the color being used.
Now, I didn’t bother colorizing the whole photo, just the part visible behind Molly. So it looks a little funny like this, LOL.
I referred to the modern photos of this street to get some color inspiration for the houses, and chose red for the car because it would show up nicely against the dark tones of the black and white photo, and also provide a little pop of color.
Of course, we needed a beautiful sky. Each of the first two books had very bold, rich skies. So I searched for a photo of San Francisco with a gorgeous sunset sky and found this one.
So putting that behind the blank sky of the city, and it all behind Molly, we arrive at our basic design.
The title and series were already designed, so it was a pretty simple matter of plugging those in and adding some shading behind them to make everything stand out. I chose red for the title, echoing that pop of it from the car and the sign. My final step was to add a photo filter action to draw it all together and add a bit more depth to the colors. In this one, I used X-Pro (a filter Instagramers will recognize.) And there we have the finished cover!
So what do you think? Do you like the style that mixes old photos with new? Do you have a favorite from the series?
And if you’re a Melody Carlson fan, definitely go snatch these up! They’re a really interesting look at WWII through a family on the home front.
by Roseanna White | Sep 25, 2017 | Word of the Week
Sometimes we have to examine those favorite words. Like pizza. Right? I don’t know about your house, but in mine, pizza is a staple. My children adore it. Almost as much as I do. (Hey, I’ve had more years to grow the love…)
So it’s no surprise that the other day, as I informed my boy-o that pizza has two Zs in it, he asked, “But why? I thought it was spelled like Piza. Like maybe that’s where it’s from.”
As it turns out…nope! The origin of the word pizza is a bit of a mystery, but I’ll tell you what I’ve learned.
First off, it can be a bit confusing to check the etymology and see that it’s listed as first recorded in 1934. Odd, considering I’ve seen scans of menus dating from the early 1900s that have pizza on them. What’s up with that??
Well, this is when it entered the English language–as in, was adopted as an English word, not just borrowed. Before that, it was just considered Italian. Kind of like how merci is a word everyone knows, but when we speak it, we know it’s French. The 1934 date isn’t when the deliciousness was created, but rather when English speakers decided it should be a permanent part of our vocabulary (hear, hear!).
But where did it come from? This is where the word-historians aren’t quite sure. Could be, they say, from the dialectal pinza, which is from the Latin “pound, stamp.” (That’s what a 1907 Italian dictionary claims.) Could be of Germanic influence and related to pittz–“cake, pie.” Or another German-borrowed option is pizzo, “morsel, bite.”
Who’s to say which one is right? Regardless, I maintain it’s a perfect food. 😉