Julie Wright's Blog, page 9

Stream of Life

I'm writing today. I've been writing with absolute diligence these last several months. I've completed one book and am so close to completing another I can almost taste the ending. The book is awesome, beautiful, and awesome. Did I mention it was awesome? I cannot wait to have it done. Today I'm writing to the music composed by Garry Schyman called "Praan" which is an adaptation of Rabindranath Tagore's poem "Stream of Life" from Gitanjali (or song offerings).

I just wanted to share the...

As a child, every memorial day centered on the town of Oa...

As a child, every memorial day centered on the town of Oak City where my grandfather was buried. It was the town my father, aunts, and uncles had grown up. It was the town my grandma had spent the majority of her adult life. For them it was home.

For me . . . it was home too. Though I didn't live there (not yet) and only visited a handful of times every year. For me, Oak City was the place of four wheelers and frog catching. It was getting lost in fields of rye grass taller than me. It was...

Bright Lights, Big City

I know I am the least consistent blogger on the planet, but it's been a busy month. I'm finishing up a book, attending children's school programs, preparing presentations for writing conferences, and have recently returned from New York.

New York was awesome. Aside from an absolutely terrifying subway ride with a crazy racist (is there any other kind?), the trip was delightful. Honestly, in my 38 years on this planet, I've never once witnessed racism and hate to that degree. I always knew it e...

LDStorymaker Conference Report 2010

Conference was twenty shades of awesome! There is nothing finer than hanging out with 450 writers for a weekend.

Bootcamp was awesome. Registration for bootcamp started at 6:30, but like Sarah Eden, I think 6:30 am is a thing better left not acknowledged. I got to play bootcamp instructor for five writers who were delightful to associate with and who had good work to share. One of them was a sixteen year old kid who is definitely on the up and coming list of new authors. I envy the...

The Sapphire Flute

Lesson learned: never leave a manuscript you're working on unattended. I came back to my computer to find my son had finished my sentence for me: "And then her head blew up."I guess it's better than some of the "sentence-finishers" my husband has left me when I've left my computer open.I promised to review a book a while back and then never got around to writing the review so I am doing that today (since I am now done with taxes, wrote 3300 new words in my work in progress, and the kids are i...

Cross My Heart

Cross My Heart!

That's the title to my new book and I really like it. It goes along with a bitter piece of poetry I wrote back in college when I'd determined all men were evil minions of Satan. I think the title works great for the story and am excited for the release!

It's coming out in October, and if you couldn't tell from the title, it's a romance novel–romantic comedy to be exact. My previous two books were a wee bit emotionally draining, so I needed a pick-me-up and wrote Cross My...

Women of the Book Of Mormon Review

Okay, take a moment to ooh and aah over the cover, then get back to me and my review. Don't worry, I'll wait. I'm just generous like that.

In Heather Moore's book, Women of the Book of Mormon, we are allowed glimpses into the lives of all the women who were mentioned throughout the entire Book of Mormon.  We learn about the twenty-four Lamanite women who were taken captive by Amulon and his band when they were found dancing by the river. We learn of Abish, King Lamoni's wife, and of our first ...

Academy Award Winning Movie Trailer

Okay, this made me laugh a lot:

Academy Award Winning Movie Trailer

Human Doing

Lyrics from If I Only Had Today

If there were no more tomorrows

If I knew I could not stay

I'd know how I'd spend every minute

If I only had one day

I'll Hold you and listen

I'll let the dishes sit in the sink

I'll tell you I love you

over and over

and for once just let that phone ring

I'd remind you of forever

and how our love will never change

If I only had today

I have no idea why this song is so stuck in my head today, but I love the message. So often I let moments pass me by–moments of my ...

Scary Stories

Why is it that whenever I read a book written by one of my friends that is classified as frightening (the book, not the friend), does my power always go off leaving me in total blackness and terror? Seriously, I am determined to hate both Jeffrey Savage with his Dark Memories, and now Dan Wells with his I am Not a Seriel Killer, for providing me with moments of total and complete, mind numbing, scream-your-throat-to-raw-hamburger terror.

I hate being afraid. Seriously. Hate. It.  I don't...