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March 11, 2020
Penny N. Haavig: Let’s Chat!
Welcome, everyone!
Penny N Haavig joins our circle to tell us about her life and writing endeavors. I’m tickled to introduce this rare individual.
Penny N. Haavig is offering a complimentary copy of Laugh, Clown, Laugh or Oddballs Matter (when it’s released) to someone who shares in the conversation. So join us below, friend.
Penny N Haavig’s Past & Present
I’m a retired preschool teacher with roots in New York. I’ve clowned around as Dancing Dot, the caring clown, at area senior living facilities and am now an independently published author.
I currently live with my husband, Tom, in rural Minnesota. I volunteer at Love in The Name of Christ, a nonprofit organization helping those needing, physical, relational and spiritual assistance, and at Alomere hospital in Alexandria, Minnesota.
My grandparents and mother entertained on the vaudeville stage. My own passion for the theater came to life in January 2020 when I had a small part in Virgil Wins the Lottery.
I love animals and enjoy daily care for my horse, Kammy.
Books by Penny N. Haavig
Laugh Clown Laugh by Penny N Haavig
Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. You’re rod of protection and staff of guidance comfort me. Psalm 23: 4
This historical novel is based on a true story about my mother. It’s available on Amazon.
It opens in Brooklyn, New York in the 1930’s. Violet Pearl Moretti‘s outgoing personality is a cover-up for the insecurity she feels within. She manages to suppress the battle within her heart by wearing a mask, starting with the Vaudeville stage. Her colorful life weaves in and out of three decades.
Will Violet Pearl find peace and happiness before tragedy strikes again?
Oddballs Matter (to God) by Penny N Haavig
I will hide beneath the shadow of your wings, until the storm has passed. Psalm 57:1
Violet Pearl Funk yearns to stay clear of mental issues of the past. The picturesque Long Island sound provides tranquility to her soul. She’s working hard at balancing marriage, parenthood and a successful art business, but juggling was never her forte.
She knows lost people matter to God, and everyone needs compassionate love. Her quest is to be a missionary to the oddballs and to share what God has done to free her from emotional madness.
Violet must keep her head on somewhat straight. She encounters several life-threatening situations, but God helps her find a way out. Deep down, she wonders if her faith is strong enough for another pitfall. Henry, her knight without the shining armor is always her stronghold when the going gets tough.
Can Violet avoid temptation when a handsome business associate woos her at a convention?
Encouragement from Penny N Haavig
Mental illness and depression rob many of us a full and meaningful life.
Do you feel lonely?
Do you have thoughts of envy or jealousy of those closest to you?
Or do you feel the darkness of depression closing in on you?
If you can say yes, to any of these, there’s hope. God can lead you out of the muck and mire into a peaceful life with Him.
How to Contact Penny N. Haavig
Website: www.pennynhaavig.com
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Lord, please bless each word Penny N. Haavig writes for You.
~ For Jesus’ sake
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February 26, 2020
David Parks: Let’s Chat!
Welcome, everyone.
David Parks joins our chat circle from southern Alabama.
David has led a full, active life that includes stints in the Far East and Middle East. Today, he swims for an hour at the YMCA, three times a week.
Recently, he embarked on novel writing. Elijah, his first attempt at fiction, is intended to show through the life of Elijah, the prophet, how God uses ordinary people.
Please welcome a most interesting guest.
David Parks: The Distant Past
Bertie Taylor, Larry MacDonald, and Dave ParksI grew up on a farm in Spring Arbor, Michigan. In high school I played basketball, ran track, and graduated in 1959. After earning a degree in English from Greenville College in 1963, I taught English to college students in Michigan, California, and China.
A Varied Career
In 1980, my wife Delphine and I moved to California for Delphine’s lung disease, and I taught computer skills in Vista High School’s Adult Education Department. In the 1980s, Delphine and I lived at Biblical Tamar Park, an archaeology dig in the Aravah.
Tamar Park 
Delphine Coxon Parks, DeWayne Coxon & Dave Parks in the Israeli Arava about 1984
In time, I edited a church periodical and Living Prophecies: A Crumbling Wall Between Christians and Jews for Dr. DeWayne Coxon, my brother-in-law and the president of Blossoming Rose.
Twenty years of positive influence came from the little band of adults and children who met and discussed the Bible on Sundays in the Valley Center, California town hall.
Delphine died from cancer in 2000. Our friends refused to let me be alone. Every day, one or two or three from the group hung close to me. For example, the ladies who had been holding their Bible study in our home showed up on Wednesdays as usual. “We’re going to keep on meeting here.” It was not a question.
David Parks: Recent Past
Great Wall of ChinaIn 2002, I married Vickie, and we worked in China with MSI Professional Services , teaching at Chongqing Technology and Business University and Tsinghua University, China’s premier university.
David Parks: Meeting Elijah
Life in Israel laid the groundwork for writing about Elijah, the prophet. In 1964, we drove through Gilead, the home of Elijah, crossed the Allenby Bridge, and climbed from Jericho to Jerusalem. At the Mandelbaum Gate we inched across 150 feet of no-man’s-land between dozens of yard-high concrete cones strung with rusty barbed wire. When we pulled up at the Israeli border, my father-in-law relaxed his grip on the steering wheel.
We held our breath as the guard frowned at our passports stamped in Tunisia, Libya, Egypt, Lebanon, Syria, and Jordan.
Dad stepped out of the car and smoothed his clothes. “Sir, Israel is the whole purpose of our trip. We came overland because we can’t afford plane tickets.” He looked straight into the man’s eyes. “You must—please let us enter Israel.”
The guard leaned into the car and studied our faces. Mother and Aunt Beulah in their forties, and DeWayne, Delphine, and me in our twenties. The stamps in our passports came from nations sworn to finish what Hitler started. How much danger did we pose to Israelis? He glanced up at the Jordanian machine guns behind us, stepped back, and waved us through.
Mandelbaum Gate, JerusalemNot the Prophet, but the Prime Minister
Like Elijah, we headed into the Negev, but unlike Elijah, we drove Highway 40. We braked at a lonely desert driveway curving in from the east and spoke with the soldier posted at the intersection.
“Is this Kibbutz Sde Boker?” (s-DAY boh-CARE)
“Yes. Is Sde Boker. Want see Ben Gurion?”
We waited with him and greeted the Prime Minister on his daily walk, but we did not meet the prophet.
Man of Passions
Elijah showed up in 2018. During my usual tour from Genesis to Revelation, I read and reread the books of Kings and Chronicles, fascinated with people like Ahab, Obadiah, and Elijah.
Was James 5:17 right? What would it look like for Elijah to be “a man subject to like passions as we are”? How would it work for him to be a normal guy like the rest of us? I began to write my first piece of fiction, to show how the Lord used a normal man in 9th Century BC. The book has 24 chapters in good shape and 35 in rough draft. I hope to publish in late 2020.
From this project come fun questions.
How old was Elijah?
Few men in 9th Century BC lived past 50. So I began the story with the prophet as a brash, headstrong lad of thirteen who pestered three kings during their combined reigns of 36 years.
How bad was King Ahab?
In Israel, each king acted worse than the last. King Jereboam and then Nadab, his son, did evil—as did Kings Baasha, Elah, and Zimri. The historian declared that King Omri did even more evil. Yet Omri’s son, Ahab, built a temple of Baal in Samaria and made an Asherah pole. He “did more to arouse the anger of the Lord than all the kings before him.”
Yet in the worst of us, good wars against evil. Ahab led troops well. He died fighting alongside his men. And he kept friends with righteous Obadiah.
How did Obadiah feed those prophets?
Obadiah held the same title as Joseph in Egypt, who was “over the house of” Pharaoh. If you asked how he hid 100 prophets from the Wicked Witch of Sidon, he would say, “With a little help from my friends—and my wife’s niece.”
Where has David Parks found writing mentors?
Through the American Christian Fiction Writers, a kind soul led me to glorious authors who try to teach me “show-not-tell.” They have gently reminded me that Elijah could not have seen pucks, potatoes, or pineapples. That he did not button his tunic, but tied it, and that a mothball never came near his father’s goatskin.
What surprises has David encountered?
When I asked Google for caves near Jezreel City, it led me to Anat Harrel. The next day she sent links describing caves near Megiddo and Nazareth.
Searching for songbirds in Israel, I found . “Can you please tell me what bird songs might have been heard near Jabesh of Gilead in the time of Elijah?” My new virtual friend replied the next and every day when I ask about birds.
Milkah, Elijah’s girl next door, is named after a daughter of Zelophehad. Iris Wexler gave me permission to post her painting.
What a joy to find generosity in distant strangers! Yet how sad to discover that Moloch priests burned babies, that Asherah temples kept prostitutes, and that an Asherah pole was a phallic symbol. What never came from our village pulpit, Bible commentators and historians describe all too well.
Several readers have remarked how this ancient history parallels modern abortion and human trafficking, and I see the patterns they see. Yet my purpose is not to highlight modern evils, but to show how the Lord uses normal people.
I welcome interactions with readers on Facebook and my blog:
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Lord, please bless every word David writes for You.
~ For Jesus’ sake ~
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February 12, 2020
Dianne J Wilson: Let’s Chat!
Welcome, everyone
Dianne J Wilson joins our circle today. This author writes across genres including YA Fantasy and Romantic Suspense.
Weaving Invisible into words, Dianne explores with equal dashes of breathless adventure and tongue-in-cheek humor. All is soaked in God’s Grace.
Dianne lives in East London, a South African coastal town, where she lives with her hubby and three daughters who all take turns at being home. She writes in stolen moments, usually in the back seat of her tiny car. Her love-language is tea and taking long drives to listen to new songs with her girls. When she’s not stuck in her car writing, you can find her feeding the hungry people in her house who gaze at her expectantly around mealtimes.
Dianne is offering an ebook copy of her novel, The Cake List , to someone who comments below.
Now, here’s Dianne:
A Bonsai, a Broken Fish, and a Big-O Birthday
Hello from sunny South Africa!
Thank you Linda, for having me on your blog today.
So what do a bonsai, a broken goldfish and a Big-O birthday have in common? They all feature in my latest book that released at the end of January.
The Cake List is a light-hearted novel that touches on the things that make us so unique as women. The tagline for the List Book series is Order, Chaos, And The Grace In Between. How often do we feel like we have to ‘get our act together’ before presenting ourselves to God? How often does it feel like we’ll simply never be good enough?
That’s the beauty of the Gospel—He loves us before.
Before we’re all cleaned up.
Before we’ve got our lives on track.
Before we love Him.
He knows us and loves us inside out, top to bottom and back again.
And that, dear friend, is my hope for you while reading The Cake List. That you discover just how deep and wide His love for you runs!
The Cake List
Do Something Brave.
Do Something Selfless.
Do Something Kind.
Break a Never.
Stop an Always.
Figure out God.
Excerpt from The Cake List:
Some people write a bucket list, you know… things they want to do and tick off before they die. Honestly? Dying doesn’t seem half as scary as the big-O birthday that’s hunting me down. So I’ve made my own list. Things I want to do and tick off before I eat that birthday cake. So far, it’s not going too well.
The Cake List Story Blurb:
Fresh from a spectacular break-up and faced with a looming big-O birthday, Meg throws her cautious nature aside and signs up for dance classes. Little does she know, Ballroom will stretch more than just her muscles.
Between the charming dance instructor and his secrets, her grumpy neighbour and a fish that can’t swim straight, Meg’s list seems doomed from the start.
Heart-felt and funny, Meg’s list-crossing quest takes her so far out of her comfort zone, she may never find her way back.
How to Reach Dianne J Wilson and Her Books:
The Cake List Kindle version is available now, or you can read for free on Kindle Unlimited. The paperback will be available soon.
There’s a free devotional booklet, “Messy Life”, waiting for you on my website.
Other Books by Dianne J Wilson:
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Lord, please bless each word Dianne writes for You.
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January 29, 2020
Phyllis Clark Nichols: Let’s Chat!
Welcome, everyone!
Phyllis Clark Nichols grew up in the deep shade of magnolia trees in South Georgia. Born during a hurricane, she is no stranger to the winds of change: In addition to her life as a novelist, Phyllis is a seminary graduate, concert pianist, and cofounder of a national cable network with health- and disability-related programming. Phyllis currently serves on several nonprofit boards. She lives in the Texas Hill Country with her portrait-artist husband.
Multi-Faceted Phyllis
Regardless of the role she’s playing, Phyllis Clark Nichols brings creativity and compelling storytelling. Her character-driven Southern fiction explores profound human questions using the imagined residents of small town communities you just know you’ve visited before. With a strong faith and a love for nature, art, music, and ordinary people, she tells redemptive tales of loss and recovery, estrangement and connection, longing and fulfillment . . . often through surprisingly serendipitous events.
Now here’s Phyllis Clark Nichols:
How grateful I am to Linda for inviting me to share this blog today and to connect with you. I have such tremendous respect for her and her writing that this is quite an honor. So, thank you, Linda.
As a life-long reader, I have always found it intriguing to discover why writers write what they do. I’ve been asked that question myself on many occasions. My answer is simple. I write stories to tell the Truth.
Stories by Phyllis Clark Nichols
Realizing that many readers enjoy the escape that a good book brings, I want to provide a safe place where readers feel comfortable and a time with characters who are not that different from the folks around them. But on occasion, I do like to take them to some places where they might not have been before and introduce them to some characters who are differently-abled. My character-driven stories always include a bit of romance, humor, mystery, and food. After all I’m Southern, and food is important, and so are those stories told as we put our feet under the same table at mealtime.
Looking back over my writing, I have discovered a theme—people surviving life’s hardships because God is present.
Family Portrait Series
In my Family Portrait Series set in Kentucky, I write in the voice of ten-year Kate whose family is learning to live after the death of Kate’s mother. Kate has learned the value of family traditions, and as Mama taught her—the importance of faith, family, and forever. Although grief is a theme, the books are not sad. They are filled with hope and joy and life lessons that Kate learns from the memories of her mother, from Granny Grace, and from the mysterious Mr. Josh. The Christmas Portrait and The Birthday Portrait tell the Harding family’s story of love, faith, and healing from loss. I have plans for two more books in this series in the next couple of years.
The Rockwater Suite
Set in Georgia and Kentucky, The Rockwater Suite is a series telling the story of Caroline Carlyle, a gifted pianist whose life took a sudden turn with the death of her fiancé six weeks before their wedding. In her crisis of faith when she can no longer hear the “Music,” Caroline stays close to people who do hear the music. Slowly as new characters enter her story, her life purpose is renewed, and her music and joy return. Again, you’ll find romance, mystery, hope, and humor.
Return of the Song
This story introduces you to Caroline and her family and friends and to Roderick Adair, the Kentucky gentleman who causes her heart strings to resonate again. Phyllis is offering a signed copy of this novel as a giveaway to someone who joins our chat.
Freedom of the Song
In this story you learn much more about Bella, the gifted musical savant, as the relationship grows between Roderick and Caroline.
Ransom of the Song will be released in April, and the fourth book in the series (which I’m keeping secret) will be out in November in time for a special Christmas “event.”
My bookshelves are filled with Christmas books and Christmas music. It is my absolute favorite time of the year. So, if you want a good Christmas read, you might check out Christmas at Grey Sage, endorsed by Debbie Macomber, or Silent Days, Holy Night. They’re both tender stories that have that resounding theme I’ve been telling you about—that theme of a faith that sustains us through life’s hardships.
Dark Days Brightened by The Light
On a more personal note, my husband was diagnosed with a very serious cancer in September 2018 and began “industrial-strength” chemotherapy before the removal of his kidney on December 31, 2018. What a way to end that year!
With treatment and a much more difficult recovery than we expected, we were advised by doctors to basically hibernate for seven months. We only went to doctors’ appointments, and I made a weekly trip to the grocery store. It was a quiet time of solitude where we were alone. Oh how we missed our extended family and friends and our church! They called and wrote and kept us encouraged with their words. But I can tell you, in our solitude, we experienced Immanuel. God was truly with us providing the peace of His presence.
And on the darkest days, we could always find things throughout each day for which to be grateful. We expressed our gratitude out loud all throughout the day to our Father who cared for us. His presence brought us peace, and our expressions of gratitude brought us joy. I’m happy and grateful to say after one year, my beloved is cancer-free and healthy again.
Highlands of Guatemala: God Is Here
I recall a scene, a real one, from one of our mission trips to the Highlands of Guatemala to work in an orphanage in a remote area. Four Cappucine nuns cared for about thirty young girls. It was an incredibly beautiful morning. We had delivered the medical team to a one-room clinic in the middle of a cornfield. And our teaching team had arrived at the orphanage. We gathered the girls in the open courtyard for a morning of our version of Vacation Bible School.
God Is Here
We started our day with robust singing that echoed through those cinder block hallways to the heavens above. All of a sudden, Sister Grettel came running from the laundry where she was working. She slammed on brakes just as she reached me and raised her hands high in the air. She raised her cherubic face to the sky. With a big smile she said, “God is here.” Then she ran back to the laundry room, her habit flying in the wind.
Truth in Stories
That’s the story, my friends, and that’s the Truth I write about. The characters may change. The setting may change, but the Truth remains. No matter our circumstances, God is present. I write to tell that Truth.
I hope you’ll visit my website, www.phyllisclarknichols.com to learn more about my books and to read my blogs.
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Lord, please bless each word Phyllis writes for You.
~ For Jesus’ sake
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January 15, 2020
Pat Jeanne Davis: Let’s Chat!
Welcome, everyone!
PAT JEANNE DAVIS lives in Philadelphia, PA with her British-born husband, John. They have two grown sons.
Pat Jeanne enjoys flower gardening, genealogy research and traveling with her husband. In addition, Pat has published essays, short stories and articles online and in print. Also, she has a keen interest in twentieth-century American and British history, particularly the period of World War II. Pat Jeanne’s father-in-law served in the British Eighth Army during the war.
When Valleys Bloom Again is her debut historical inspirational romance set in the WWII era. She is a member of the American Christian Fiction Writers and loves to hear from her readers. Subscribe to her newsletter at www.patjeannedavis.com
Pat is giving away a signed copy of When Valleys Bloom Again to someone who joins our chat below. Don’t miss out on this opportunity.
Now, here’s Pat Jeanne!
Writing an historical novel requires extensive research. At times, I went to distant and unfamiliar places to immerse myself in the era and the setting of my story’s world. When I made repeated trips to England with my British born husband, I combined visiting family with research for my novel in progress.
In living museums throughout England, people went about their tasks in clothing that would’ve been worn during the 1940’s. Helpful and eager, the guides shared what they’d learned. I also entered an actual air raid shelter and spent hours in a war museum. Similarly, I toured an aerodrome and the Churchill War Rooms in London. And I interviewed veterans of WWII in both the UK and US.
When Valleys Bloom Again
As war approaches in 1939 Abby Stapleton’s safety is under threat. Her father, a British diplomat, insists she go back to America until the danger passes. Abby vows to return to her home in London—but where is home? With her family facing mortal danger so far away and feeling herself isolated, she finds it hard to pray or read the Bible. Did she leave God behind in war-torn London too? Abby becomes friendly with Jim, a gardener on her uncle’s estate.
Jim can’t get Abby out of his mind. Did she have a sweetheart in England? Was it foolish to think she’d consider him? He curses his poverty and the disgrace of his father’s desertion and drunkenness haunts him. Can he learn to believe in love for a lifetime and to hope for a happy marriage?
Abby couldn’t know the war would last a long time, nor that she would fall in love with Jim—soon to be drafted by the U.S. Army—or that she’d have to confront Henri, a rejected suitor, determined by his lies to ruin her reputation and destroy her faith in God’s providence. Will she discover the true meaning of home and find happiness with Jim?
The opening for my WWII inspirational romance, When Valleys Bloom Again, was conceived after reading a biography on the life of Kathleen Kennedy. She was the daughter of Joseph P. Kennedy, the United States Ambassador to the United Kingdom. He and his family were living in London when Britain declared war.
Kathleen Kennedy’s story intrigued me. Due to impending war, her father forced her to return to the US for her safety. But Kathleen had made many friends while living in London and was determined to return some day. Subsequently, she returned and served in the British Red Cross. She married William Cavendish who was next in line for Duke of Devonshire. Sadly, he died in battle a few months after their marriage.
I based my protagonist, Abby Stapleton, loosely on Kathleen Kennedy’s situation at the outbreak of war in 1939. However in my story, Abby is the American-born daughter of a British diplomat. Her father also sends her back to the US to escape impending war. She too vows to return to London.
Research
Fortunately, I enjoyed doing the research for When Valleys Bloom Again and became especially excited whenever I uncovered an extra special tidbit of information.
Chatsworth House
One of my return trips included Chatsworth House, the home of the present Duke and Duchess of Devonshire. I learned from a tour guide that in 1963, while on his way home from Ireland, President John Kennedy had visited Kathleen’s grave only six months before his assassination. He and his sister had been very close throughout her life.
Subsequently, I found the grave of Kathleen Kennedy in St. Peter’s Churchyard, not far from Chatsworth House. She too had died tragically shortly after peace was declared. I could only imagine the sorrow President Kennedy felt.
Northern England
On another research trip in the north of England, I visited the largest purpose-built civilian air raid shelter in the country. During the Second World War, it had been extended to accommodate 6,500 people.
For instance, the Stockport Air Raid Shelter is a network of underground tunnels. A mile long, it is carved out of the sandstone hills on which the city stands and that provided not only protection but a way of life for families. Fortunately, this underground world is still intact today as during the war years. It gave me an opportunity to learn about the raw realities of life during the Blitz.
I came away with a deep appreciation for those who struggled to survive with only the basic amenities in depressing and stressful surroundings. I admire my husband’s family, who lived through those long years of war.
Inspiration
Romans 8:28 is a favorite of mine: “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose . . . .”
Similarly, Abby, the heroine in my novel, frequently reminds herself of this promise in God’s Word. She was uprooted from London and forced to return to a country far from her family and familiar life. Meanwhile, back in England her parents are under continuous aerial attack from the enemy. And on the battlefields of Europe, her brother and fiancé face death daily.
Excerpt from When Valleys Bloom Again
New York Harbor, Sept. 4, 1939
Finally, after sailing in a zigzag course to evade further U-boats, the Queen Mary slipped into the harbor. Abby emerged into the hubbub on deck as they glided under tow into the shadows of the Manhattan skyscrapers. She caught her breath as sirens blared from boats that accompanied them and water cannon spouted a raucous salute. Abby covered her ears as three thunderous blasts from their liner returned the greeting. Streamers of red and white and blue criss-crossed warehouses and the tall masts of ships moored nearby. American and British flags flapped an exuberant “Welcome” in the salty breeze as music from a brass band floated up from below.
Abby leaned against the ship’s railing, letting out a deep breath. She tried to see herself as a brand-new arrival, taking it all in for the first time. An undercurrent of sadness swept over her, diluting her gratitude and relief at a safe arrival. Reality hit hard. No chance of returning now. Still, it wouldn’t be enough merely to tolerate her stay here. She must take charge of her own affairs, and not simply react to circumstances forced on her. And she must put on a brave face for the sake of her family. Lord, I need your help.
The swirling mass on the dock below resolved into distinct faces, each searching for an answering look of recognition. Somewhere down there her uncle and aunt waited. Memories came flooding in of visits with her parents to Uncle Will’s vast country estate. She hadn’t seen Aunt Val in—Abby tallied them on her fingers—four whole years. She had always thought her stand-offish and hoped sheʼd improved in the meantime.
How to Reach Pat Jeanne and Her Novel
When Valleys Bloom Again:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Valleys-Bloom-Again-Jeanne-Davis/dp/1948888920/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=154
Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/when-valleys-bloom-again-pat-jeanne-davis/1130351044?ean=9781948888929
Social Media:
Pat Jeanne’s Website: https://www.patjeannedavis.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pat.j.davis.7
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/patjeannedavis/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43600391-when-valleys-bloom-again?from_search=true
Amazon Author Page: https://amazon.com/author/patjeannedavis
LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/pat-jeanne-davis-34290422/
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/patjeannedavis/
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Lord, please bless each word Pat Jeanne writes for You.
~ For Jesus’ sake
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January 1, 2020
Leanna Sain: Let’s Chat!
Welcome, everyone!
Leanna Sain joins our chat circle today. Leanna earned her BA from the University of South Carolina before moving back to the mountains of western North Carolina. Her stories are plot-driven and successfully combine elements of best-selling authors Mary Kay Andrews, Nicholas Sparks, and Jan Karon.
Her writing accolades include: Foreword Magazine’s Book-of-the-Year; nominations for the Thomas Wolfe Memorial Literary Award and the Global Ebook Award; and the Clark Cox Historical Fiction Award from the NC Society of Historians for her time travel trilogy (Gate to Nowhere; Return to Nowhere; Magnolia Blossoms.) She loves leading discussion groups and book clubs.
I‘m honored to turn over the reins to this North Carolina author of romantic southern suspense, or “GRIT-lit.”
Leanna Sain and Hush
The idea for a story about a serial killer who uses the verses of the lullaby, “Hush, Little Baby” as staging or directions for his murders had been percolating in my brain for a while. But I didn’t actually begin writing it until Mama’s battle with Alzheimer’s took a turn for the worse. I was struggling badly with the pain, anger, and frustration of it all and I needed the outlet that writing would allow. I used this book as a sort of therapy. It was a way to filter out some of the negative emotions as I dealt with this terrible disease.
Hush and Alzheimer’s
Alzheimer’s is a horrible disease, straight from the pit of hell, as far as I’m concerned. It did so much more than simply kill my mother. It stole away everything that made her who she was, leaving behind an empty shell. The person I loved and who loved me died long before that empty shell did, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I decided to create a minor character (in this case, Lacey, my protagonist’s mother) and I gave her Alzheimer’s. I know, I know…it was a mean thing to do, but at that point in my life, it felt necessary, and it allowed me to honor Mama by weaving some of the things she said and did into my story. I guess Lacey was sort of my alter ego during this difficult time. I know God is in control even when everything feels chaotic, but writing this book helped me by giving me a tiny measure of control over one small thing in a fictional world.
Leanna’s Books
Because of all that came with the writing Hush is a little “darker” than my six previous books. I consider it a sort of memorial to Mama. Just like Lacey’s mom in the book, many, many students knew my mama as the ‘Reading Lady.’ She read hundreds of books to thousands of children over the years, but Alzheimer’s stole that woman away.
To honor my mother, I will donate the royalties from “Hush” to Alzheimer’s research through the Rotary Club’s CART fund. (Coins for Alzheimer’s Research Trust)
So, if you like Christian suspense with a bit of romance, you’ll love this book. Treat yourself or a friend to a copy today and you’ll not only get a great read, you’ll be helping to find a cure for this terrible disease. And please don’t forget to write a review!
A Taste of Hush by Leanna Sain
Lacey Campbell can dream murders before they happen. The problem is her dreams are in fragments—bits and pieces—not enough clues to allow her to stop the murders from happening. She dreams flashes of a man singing “Hush, Little Baby” while he strangles a young woman. When she awakes, she tried to convince herself it doesn’t mean anything, but the next night she dreams a second murder—same scenario—the lullaby… another strangulation. It’s time to tell the police.
State Bureau of Investigation sends in their man, Detective Ford Jamison, to help the local police which results in the typical territorial skirmish between the two forces. Ford soon has a two-part working theory: the killer is using the lullaby to stage his murders and he’s targeting women who look remarkably like Lacey. That knowledge doesn’t slow the killings, though and the police are always one step behind. Now Lacey is afraid to go to sleep because the next face she sees in her dreams might be her own.
As a hurricane churns ever closer to the little coastal town, danger and suspicion spin out of control. Time is running out. Can they stop the killer before the last verse of the lullaby?
Leanna Sain Links
Book: https://shoplpc.com/hush/
Kindle: https://amzn.to/36du3Lj
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Leannasbooks
Twitter: https://LeannaSain@Leannasbooks
Website and blog: http://leannasain.com
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/LeannaSain
For more information or to contact her, visit: www.LeannaSain.com
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Lord, please bless each word Leanna writes for You.
~ For Jesus’ sake
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December 25, 2019
Clarice G. James: Let’s Chat!
Welcome, everyone.
Clarice G. James writes smart, fun, relatable contemporary women’s fiction. Her four novels, Party of One, Doubleheader, Manhattan Grace, and The Girl He Knew, are woven together with colorful threads of humor, faith, romance, and mystery.
When Clarice G. James isn’t writing, she’s reading, encouraging fellow writers, or organizing author events. She and her husband David, a short story writer, live in Hudson, New Hampshire. Together, they have five children and ten grandchildren.
We Cannot Out Give God by Clarice G. James
About four months ago, I scheduled two back-to-back author talks and one book signing on Cape Cod for the first week in December. I was especially excited because I was raised on the Cape and had lived most of my life there.
The trip from my home in New Hampshire would involve an overnight stay, so I enlisted the help of my friend, Deb. In lieu of a paycheck, I gave her the title of “Road Manager” and promised her a hotel with a pool. She does love her a nice pool.
In addition to the hosts inviting their contacts, many people responded positively to my email invitations and social media posts. I’d even re-connected via Facebook with some of my former high school classmates who’d expressed interest.
And these are just the people I know about! I thought.
My bookmarks were printed, my author talks polished, and my outside signage was perfect to entice unsuspecting passers-by. I packed my books in multiple bins, even gift-wrapping many in time for Christmas. As my hopes grew, I’d add more books to my bins “just to be sure.”
Clarice G. James: The book tour to beat all my previous book tours!
Despite my expectations, I did my due diligence. I checked and double-checked with those in charge of each event to make sure we were still on before I confirmed my hotel reservations. Their answers were always a variation of, “Oh, yes! Can’t wait! Thank you so much! We’re so looking forward to it!”
Then, the night before I was to leave, I opened this email: “Hello Clarice, I am sorry to say due to an issue with our newsletter that went out late, we do not have anyone signed up for your talk here tomorrow at 1:30. If we could reschedule for a later date that would be great. All the Best.”
All the Best? Seriously?
I was disappointed … and perturbed. Dropping my head in my hands, I prayed. Deuteronomy 1:15 came to mind: “Some were responsible for a thousand people, some for a hundred, some for fifty, and some for ten.”
What are you trying to tell me, God?
I sensed I was supposed to go despite the dismal outlook, so I took a deep breath and typed: “I hope you will reconsider. Perhaps an email can go out today to let members know? Or a Facebook post? I’d be happy to help in any way I can.”
The host reconsidered, and I was on my way—albeit a little less puffed up than before.
We arrived twenty minutes prior to the start. A cluster of my former high school classmates were waiting at the entrance. I hadn’t seen these women since our graduation five decades ago. The truth is I hadn’t even known them that well in school and had never made much attempt to keep in touch with anyone from my class.
Another friend, who’d brought a guest along, waved to me from across the parking lot. When we entered the building, four other women were waiting inside. A minute into my talk, my sister-in-law slipped in.
Unexpected Delight
The total count of 15 was less than the grand number I’d fantasized about, but they sure made up for any lack by their enthusiasm. Those who had read some of my books had brought them for me to sign. They talked about my characters the same way I did myself. I have never been more encouraged by an audience’s response.
Since half the group was made up of my classmates, I mentioned our former English teacher who had inspired me to write. I was stupefied when a woman raised her hand and said, “He’s in the next room giving a talk now.”
“He is? Here? Now?”
Once the eighty-something-year-old teacher concluded his talk, he joined us. I was able to thank him in person after all these years. When I showed him his name in the Acknowledgements of my first novel, he seemed genuinely touched.
Clarice G. James: How good is God?
When Deb and I checked into our hotel, the front desk clerk informed me that I’d booked two rooms instead of one. She corrected my error right then, saving me an aggravating phone call. As a treat, we had the nice, warm swimming pool to ourselves!
The next morning, we were about 1,000 feet from the next venue when I got a call: “I’m so sorry. Only three people signed up, and two cancelled this morning. Do you want to reschedule?”
I chuckled and said, “One person is good enough for me! I’m on my way.”
The program director and her receptionist joined the lone guest for my talk. By the end of our time there, I knew beyond doubt that we were all there to encourage this one woman. She’d signed up as an attempt to break through her grief and loneliness during this difficult time of year. I’m pretty sure I did as much listening as talking that morning.
Unexpected Bonus!
The program director plans to consult with other Cape Cod directors to have me back for a Sheer Joy of Writing workshop in the spring.
The next event—a book signing at a friend’s café—started off slow. In fact, my friend had even forgotten I was coming that day. Humility strikes again! Deb and I enjoyed lunch, then set up the book table. While waiting for someone, anyone, to come by, I prayed, Lord, please show me why I’m here.
A few feet to my right, a middle-aged woman sat with a young adult male who was in his own world texting a friend.
I leaned over and joked, “Would you like a book to read until he’s done?”
She laughed, then before I knew it, we were in a conversation about her life and the daily challenges she faces: an autistic son, a five-year-old adopted daughter, and a demanding job. I don’t know if anything I said helped, but sometimes it’s enough to know someone cares.
Soon after our conversation came to a close, one by one, four longtime friends entered with wide smiles on their faces. We spent the next hour catching up.
What If?
What if I’d pouted and canceled? What if I’d listened to the world’s wisdom and made this trip about audience size and sales? Instead, I paid heed to the Lord’s leading and was rewarded with a passel of early Christmas gifts:
A fun road trip with a good friend.
A reunion with classmates.
The privilege to thank a mentor.
Mutual support and encouragement.
Five-star service from a three-star hotel.
The chance to listen and offer comfort.
An opportunity for a speaking engagement in the spring.
Laughter.
Hugs.
Joy.
Yes, even some book sales!
When will I learn I cannot out give God?
During this Christmas season and in the coming New Year, I pray we all take the time to appreciate God’s gifts, designed specifically for us and wrapped in his love and faithfulness.
God’s best to you and yours in 2020!
Clarice G. James
How to find Clarice G. James:
Email: cjames@claricejames.com.
Website: www.claricejames.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/clarice.g.james
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ClariceGJames
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Lord, please bless each word Clarice G. James writes for You.
~ For Jesus’ sake
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December 11, 2019
Crystal Joy: Let’s Chat!
Welcome, everyone!
Crystal Joy is stopping by for a chat this time. This author with a heart for people writes deep-rooted romances often based in real-life love stories.
Just looking at Crystal’s photo makes me smile.
Join the chat below to add your name to the drawing for Crystal’s Shattered Heart.
A Word From Crystal Joy
Thanks so much for having me as a guest on your blog, Linda! As Christmas quickly approaches it’s so easy for us to become overwhelmed and anxious instead of grateful for all of our blessings. I know I certainly fall into this trap. Maybe this year more than ever.
I’m worried about getting the right gifts for my three little ones, grandparents, and friends. With two kids in school this year, our schedule is fuller than ever. I’m putting a lot of pressure on myself to meet my financial and creative goals for 2019.
I’m also working on my fifth book, Stained Heart. It’s the third novel in my sweet and wholesome small-town romance series. All of the characters in Shackled Heart and Shattered Heart make an appearance in this final book of the series, which features Grace Cunngingham and Caleb Meyers. They were high school sweethearts and haven’t seen one another in ten years. Grace is a single mom with a nine-year-old son. As a mom and the owner of a bed and breakfast, Grace struggles to do everything well. She’s a perfectionist. Although her circumstances are different than mine, at her very core she is me.
Crystal Joy: A Worried Youth
During my teenage years, I started worrying about my body image. Unlike many of the girls at my high school, I never developed curves. Standing a little over five feet, I sometimes felt like a little girl compared to the rest of the tall, well-developed girls striding by me in the hallway. When would I feel like a woman?
In college, the negative perception I had of my body continued to seep into my mind like a poisonous gas. I gained about fifteen pounds, which only made me hate my body more. While trying several diets for a few months, I ate as little as I could without starving. I lost all of the weight I’d gained and exercised like crazy, but I still wasn’t content with my body.
Crystal Joy: A Worried Wife and Mother
After I got married, I doubted my ability to have children. I had no valid reason to believe I would have trouble getting pregnant, except I didn’t “feel womanly.” I can only imagine God smiling down on me and shaking his head. As soon as my husband and I started trying, we conceived right away.
As my baby bump continued to grow, I became so thankful for my body, and in awe of God—that He had made me to help create a new life. Slowly, my immense gratitude diminished the negative perceptions, and a peaceful contentment took root inside my heart. For the first time in my life, I didn’t care if my arms looked toned. I didn’t mind if my thighs couldn’t fit into my jeans. It didn’t matter if my feet could barely squeeze into my cute flats.
“For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.” Ephesians 2:10
Crystal Joy: Weighed in the Balance
Around twenty weeks into my pregnancy, my joy was tested. The doctor noticed that my cervix had started funneling, and I was showing signs of pre-term labor. She told me that if I went into labor now, my son would have a fifty percent chance of living. My husband and I were scared. I was terrified of losing my son, and I wondered if my body would fail me after all. All those familiar doubts crept in, but I refused to drown in them like I once had. I immediately took my fears to God, praying that He would keep my son safe.
“ Do not be anxious about anything , but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7
Through God’s leading, we found a new doctor who had very similar beliefs. During our first appointment, he said, “Only God knows when your son will be born. There is no reason to worry.” His confidence in God’s plan reaffirmed my faith. God designed my body as a beautiful “masterpiece,” just like my son’s. I needed to trust in God’s future for us.
Whittling Worry Down to Size
Fear and worry could’ve taken away my gratitude during such a special time in my life. I could’ve hidden in bed, attempting to control the situation. But I put God in control by praying and thanking him for my son. I didn’t want my fears to take away the peace I’d finally found.
Thankfully, my son was born just three weeks early. He was a healthy seven-pound baby. Holding him in my arms for the first time, I called him beautiful. At that moment, I fully grasped how God sees His children.
No matter our size or shape, He views each of us as beautiful masterpieces.
“You are altogether beautiful, my darling, there is no flaw in you.”
Song of Songs 4:7
My hope for all of us is to enjoy this holiday season. To love ourselves and others and to enjoy every little moment along the way!
Some questions to consider this holiday season:
Are you letting fear drive away your peace?
Is there anything preventing you from seeing yourself like God sees you? If so, ask God to help you feel as beautiful as you really are.
What are three things about your body that you are most thankful for?
FREE Giveaway From Crystal Joy:
Since I gave away the first book in my small-town romance series last time, I’m giving away the second book of the series today! You’ll get to know Grace a little bit in this second book, but you’ll get to know her best friend, Amanda first. Here is the back cover blurb if you’d like to know more about it:
Shattered Heart by Crystal Joy:
Amanda Meyers is a force to be reckoned with, especially when her beloved father is diagnosed with lung cancer. She’s all too familiar with the heartache of losing a parent. But this time, she refuses to watch her dad suffer from the debilitating side effects of toxic medications like her mom did.
As a successful oncologist, Ethan Contos is more than capable of fighting for the lives of his patients. But when he starts falling for Amanda, he finds himself fighting a battle between two desires—pursuing the feisty daughter of an ailing patient and moving back to Greece to make amends with his parents.
When Amanda’s dad urges Ethan to spend time with his daughter, Amanda and Ethan can no longer deny their chemistry. With her dad’s deadly diagnosis, an ex-boyfriend who still cares about her, and Ethan’s impending move, Amanda can’t handle much more. Will her heart shatter to pieces, or can Amanda find a way to have her happily-ever-after?
Happy Holidays from Crystal Joy!
If you’d like to connect with me, please send me an email.
Email: crystaljoybooks@gmail.com
If you’d like a copy of any of my books, I’m currently doing a 12 Days of Book-Mas on Facebook. 12 days, 12 amazing deals!
Author Facebook Page:
https://www.facebook.com/CrystalJoyBooks/?ref=bookmarks
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Lord, please bless each and every word Crystal writes for You.
~ For Jesus’ sake
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November 27, 2019
Dawn Kinzer: Let’s Chat!
Welcome, everyone!
Dawn Kinzer honors us by joining our chat circle today. Dawn is a freelance editor, and her own work has been published in various devotionals and magazines. She also co-hosts and writes for the Seriously Write blog.
A mother and grandmother, Dawn Kinzer lives with her husband in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. Favorite things include dark chocolate, good wine, strong coffee, the mountains, family time, and Masterpiece Theatre.
Thank you, Dawn, for sharing your heart for writing, purpose, goals, and the power of story to impact lives.
Dawn Kinzer: In Her Own Words
Writers have goals when we sit down to write a story. We want to engage our readers, entertain them, and elicit a variety of emotions—love, anger, laughter, fear—just to name a few. We aim to take them on a journey and experience life with the characters we create.
For those of us who write inspirational fiction, we also want to encourage people in their faith, as well as bring hope to those who are facing external and internal challenges.
Many of us discover that what we’ve learned in our past or what we’re dealing with currently gets woven into our stories—in some form or another.
For many years, I yearned to find purpose beyond the job I held. I loved “being there” for my family, but I still needed more. So, I tried different avenues. I accepted paid positions—volunteer positions—and even though I was able to use some of my gifts and work was rewarding at times, nothing felt completely right.
I prayed—searched—then searched some more.
When I started to take writing seriously and pursue it as something more than a hobby, I realized I’d finally found my place.
Since then, I’ve published a three-book historical romance series and a contemporary romance. Some people recommend that writers stick to one genre, but I’ve noticed that my stories share things in common, aside from all being romances. Those similarities stem from my personal life. There’s a part of me in each of my main characters.
Four things my stories have in common:
They encourage readers to find purpose and use their gifts.
Forgiveness plays a role in my novels—the willingness to forgive others, the ability to accept forgiveness, and the strength to forgive ourselves.
Characters learn through challenges and disappointments that God sometimes doesn’t allow doors to be opened because it’s in our best interest to keep them closed. Often times, something better is ahead if we’re willing to trust and wait for his timing.
Like many other Christian authors, I use a Bible verse as a foundation for my story, which helps keep me on track with the direction I want to take.
Books by Dawn Kinzer
By All Appearances was released in November 2019. This contemporary romance set in Seattle is about an attractive special events planner from a wealthy family and a disfigured musician whose lives have not gone according to plan.
Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror,
but then we will see everything with perfect clarity.
All that I know now is partial and incomplete,
but then I will know everything completely,
just as God now knows me completely.
~ 1 Corinthians 13:12 NLT
The Daughters of Riverton – Historical Romance Series
Sarah’s Smile, Book 1, is a story about a would-be missionary who is waiting to leave for the mission field when the man who broke her heart steps back into her life, wanting a second chance.
Judge not, and ye shall not be judged:
condemn not, and ye shall not be condemned:
forgive, and ye shall be forgiven.
~ Luke 6:37
In Hope’s Design, the second book in the series, an independent city girl aspiring to be a fashion designer falls for a stubborn artist from the country who wants to keep his talent a secret.
And unto one he gave five talents,
to another two, and to another one;
to every man according to his several ability;
and straightaway took his journey.
~ Matthew 25:15
Rebecca’s Song completes the trilogy. A small-town teacher who lost hope of having her own family, and a big-city railroad detective driven to capture his sister’s killer, must do what’s best for three young orphans who need them both.
And we know that all things work
together for good to them that love God,
to them who are the called according to his purpose.
~ Romans 8:28
A Final Word from Dawn Kinzer
I write Christian fiction because I truly believe in the power of story to touch and impact lives. Writing is a way for me to use my own gifts and fulfill a purpose.
How about you? How are you using your God-given talents?
Author Links:
Links to Books:
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Lord, please bless each word Dawn writes for You.
~ For Jesus’ sake
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November 13, 2019
Sandra Ardoin: Let’s Chat
Welcome, everyone!
Sandra Ardoin, author of heartwarming and award-winning historical romance novels, stops by for a chat this week. She delves into some questions authors ask themselves when writing stories.
Sandra engages readers with page-turning stories of love and faith. Rarely out of reach of a book, she’s also an armchair sports enthusiast, country music listener, and seldom says no to eating out.
You may visit her at www.sandraardoin.com. Or connect with her on BookBub, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, and Pinterest. You may join the Love and Faith in Fiction community and keep up with what’s new with Sandra, discover what’s upcoming, and learn of specials and giveaways.
It Begins with Captivating Questions by Sandra Ardoin
As a reader, what is a question you ask an author when meeting one in person or online? What are you most curious about with regard to their writing?
After I reveal my writing habit to someone, I’m generally asked what I write. Next is usually an inquiry into where I find my ideas. Both are valid questions and can prompt authors to talk in detail about writing. Boy, can we talk about writing! 
