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Have Books, Will Travel

Have Books, Will Travel

The first day of meeting readers at the farmers market turned out differently than I anticipated. In my admittedly vivid imagination, the pleasant conversations I would have with readers were only outweighed by sales of my books.  Ah me! How delightful.

Applying by email was easy. I sent in $115, payment for four weekly vending spots plus a fee to belong to the association. After paying $25 for a business license, I left City Hall with a spring in my step.

Then my troubles began.

The pop-up canopy I’d planned to purchase second hand for $50 wouldn’t work after all. I needed to attach walls to protect my books and could find none for that particular model. Also, the top was black, but as it turned out, some markets, fairs, and art shows require a white tent. Mine didn’t, but should I want to vend at another site, a black-topped canopy wouldn’t work, and there were no white canopy replacements for the second-hand tent.

I had to buy a new tent.

Many hours of research and $260 later, I was the proud owner of a tent reviewers swore by. It would go up in 5-10 minutes and could be put up by one person. And it was waterproof.

I would need weights for holding the tent down on concrete and because the market I belong to doesn’t want guy lines tripping anyone. Without these weights I wouldn’t be allowed to vend. Besides that, should my tent overturn or collapse in a strong wind and hurt someone or damage property, I would feel terrible. And I would be liable.

So, after many more hours of research, 120 dollars worth of materials, and half a day of exhausting labor pouring concrete into PVC piping, I was the proud owner of four hefty weights. After another $20 spent on cambuckles and straps to secure the weights to my tent, I was prepared for the worst.

Meanwhile, my tent arrived. When we tried to put it up, I discovered that those reviewers who had noted the tent is a little tight when new weren’t kidding. There was no way I would be able to put it up by myself. Also, the instructions were confusing. More time spent researching included watching a video of a man putting up the tent single-handed in record time.

I hated that man.

My husband helped me figure out the tent, and I cravenly asked (begged) him to take a half-day off work  when the farmers market opened so he could help me wrestle the beast into submission. He wasn’t happy about the idea, but he loves his wife. After an epsom salt bath that relieved my aches and pains and gave me time to reconsider, I let him off the hook. There are times to ask for help, but this wasn’t one of them.

I had to have a sign displaying the name of my business, and I wanted one for the front of my table. I also needed hard-sided suitcases for a cute display idea and to protect my books from rain. I found a somewhat dilapidated card table at a second-hand store (I already owned two). The table cloths I purchased would hide blemishes. The additional purchases required research, shopping trips, and another $100.

By the time the first day of the market came, I was nearly ready.

Finally the fateful day arrived. I got up early and completed a long list of to-dos that I had previously overlooked, then  arrived at the market already tired. When it opened for business an hour-and-a-half later I was still setting up. This went on for another 45 minutes of stress. I plunked into a chair and tried to get warm.

Did I mention that it was raining? Only die-hards show up at a farmer’s market when it rains. The few hardy souls who made it out picked up produce,  garden starts, or flowers, then possibly interrupted their rush back to their cars to purchase coffee or food. I could hardly blame them for not being all that interested in browsing arts and crafts at such a time, especially not  in a tent that leaks.

How could I have forgotten that the instructions I’d so thoroughly read had advised me to waterproof the seams? I pulled the table my books were on away from the opening to keep them dry. In the picture, you can see on the tablecloth darker blotches made by raindrops. Pushing my camp chair forward avoided water running down the back of my neck, but I was already cold and damp. The day passed with me huddled for warmth in a dripping tent while people glanced in or ducked in to chat until the drips at the front of the tent encouraged them to move on.

Ending a long, cold day with less-than-hoped-for sales would have made it easy to get a complex, except that I also carried ceramics by a potter who vends at the world-famous Pike’s Place Market in Seattle, and who has no problem selling her wares at farmer’s markets. I know this because Jessica Loescher of Pottery Song Ceramics is my daughter. She didn’t sell anything either.

The gong rang to close the market, and the process of packing up began.

This only took an hour, probably due to my husband showing up to help like the hero he is. By this time I was so sore I felt like I’d been beaten with a stick. Returning to a dry home and a late dinner of crockpot chicken and rice was heaven. Despite the epsom salt I added to my steaming bath, I had to wait for my muscle aches to ease before I could fall asleep.

For something to do while waiting for that to happen, I used my cell phone to peek at my website stats and check my book rankings on Amazon. Both had improved, although not from any online effort I’d made. A suspicion grew on me. It’s impossible to know for certain, but some of the market customers who had taken my business cards or bookmarks may have looked me up online. I’m also seeing traffic from the farmers market website.

I should heal up in time for next week’s market.

©2014 by Janalyn Voigt

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Author News: Current Projects, Memories, and Some Fun Photos

We’re finally seeing some sun in my area, but I’m hoping not to come down with a case of spring fever. We’ll see how that goes.

Active Writing Projects

My works in progress include a romantic suspense novel set in an Irish castle. I had hoped to finish editing the sample chapters and develop a proposal for my agent this month, but it will be at least another week or more. Unexpected research issues sucked up extra time, and I’m also editing more slowly than usual. I rearranged the order of events, something that requires me to work back and forth between writing and editing. I don’t change hats so easily. I’m also still recovering from that period when I couldn’t work on creative projects at all. (I refuse to call it writer’s block.)

Speaking Engagements

Last month I taught at the Northwest Christian Writers Renewal Conference. Preparing for a speaking gig can be tough at times but speaking itself is a lot of fun. I’m amazed to write that because I am very much an introvert. There is a misconception that introverts are always shy, but that’s not always the case. My natural bent is toward shyness, but give me a microphone and I overcome that, apparently. :o) I enjoyed spending time with my friend and speaking partner, Melissa K. Norris, and with my friend, Angela Breidenbach. One of my favorite parts of attending the conference is that I got to meet Jamie West, an editor at Pelican Books, my publisher. It was great fun hanging out with her.  Here are some fun photos we took.

Angela Briedenbach, Melissa K. Norris, Monique Munoz, and Janalyn Voigt at the NCWA Renewal Conference.

Pelican Book Group Editor Jamie West and Pelican Author Janalyn Voigt at the 2014 NCWA Renewal Conference.

Here’s me pretending to be demure at the 2014 NCWA Renewal Conference.

Podcasting and Multi-Casting

I’ve decided to hold off for a bit on my Literary Wayfarer podcast for a couple of reasons. I’m delighted that my husband wants to partner with me at the site. He is as passionate about travel as I am and just as intrigued with offbeat destinations and little-traveled byways. He’ll be helping with the research and possibly some of the writing. I’m also hoping to persuade him to join me in the podcast. We’ve decided to hold off on launching the podcast until we build the site more and have a few months of podcasts recorded.

But now I have the podcasting bug, and there’s been enough interest in my In Search of a Better Life post to warrant producing related content. It’s the sort of thing I can’t stockpile in advance, so I’ll begin including Escape into a Better Life podcast  episodes as part of my Creative Worlds newsletter. These will directly benefit readers in pursuit of their own better lives, so I’m ecstatic about doing this. I’ll always include show notes, so you can read if you prefer. If I can figure out the technology, there will also be a video version of each episode.

This concludes my news for the month. How about you? What’s going on in your world? I’d love to hear from you and find our what’s new in your life. 

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Guest Author Journal: Who Me? from Golden Keyes Parsons

This month’s author journal was written by one of my favorite historical fiction authors, Golden Keyes Parsons. I hope you will take the time to read her books, because I assure you they are totally worth your time.

In her guest author journal, Golden shares what it’s like to be recognized as an author, and her take on this may not be what you would expect. 

Janalyn

Who Me? by Golden Keyes Parsons
A young woman squealed and ran up to me on the crowded concourse of a women’s event in
Dallas. “Aren’t you Golden Keyes Parsons?”


I nodded numbly.


“Oh! I just read your Darkness to Light series and loved every one of them. May I have your
autograph?”


Our two adult daughters started giggling behind my back. I hardly knew what to do and
honestly was pretty embarrassed. I gave the girl an autograph on a bookmark that I had with
me (at all times J) and she left, glancing back and waving.


A couple of years later we visited a mega-church in a metropolitan city. On the way out I
stopped by the library to see if they had my books on their shelves. I introduced myself. Gasp!


“You’re Golden Keyes Parsons?”


“Yes, I am.”


“Omigosh! You’re my favorite new author!” The gushing continued, ending with my
autographing several books and taking a picture with the librarian.


Of course, this happens all the time … uh, NOT! In all my years of writing, those are the only
two times that has happened outside of my hometown.


My point is this: being a published author is sometimes conceived as a glamorous profession
where best-selling novels fly into the hands of readers from some mysterious creative source
who touches our fingers with the magic wand of Story Telling.


However, writing is not the glamorous career that it is cracked up to be, no matter what one
sees in the movies. I won’t say it wasn’t flattering to have “fans” asking for autographs and
recognizing me outside of a writers’ conference or a book signing, but it’s also interesting to me
that most people look at being an author as something rather mystical or of star quality.


The truth is writing book after book and getting them published is basically hard work that
one grinds out day after day. Then after that there is the grueling task of marketing the book.


There’s really not much glamour involved.


Although, if one is called, it is fulfilling. Ministers are called; doctors are called; teachers are
called. And to have one’s work recognized is nice whether through awards or sales or good
reviews or someone asking for an autograph—or an email saying that the reader was drawn to
the Lord through the story. Frankly, I wouldn’t want to be doing anything else.


Who me? Yes, it’s me. A very ordinary person simply trying to craft to the best of my ability
what God has put in my heart to share.


About the Author

Golden Keyes Parsons writes historical fiction, and is also a popular retreat/conference speaker. Her highly acclaimed Darkness to Light Series (Thomas Nelson Publishing) chronicled the journey of her French Huguenot ancestors in 17th century France. Her fourth novel, His Steadfast Love, is a Civil War novel set in Texas. Her latest releases are ebooks (WhiteFire Publishing) – a biblical fiction series entitled Hidden Faces, Portraits of Nameless Women in the Gospels. A print compilation of the four novellas releases April 15th, 2014. Golden lives in Waco, TX, with her husband, Blaine, where they enjoy their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and are avid sports fan of their alma mater, Baylor University. You can contact her at the author website for Golden Keyes Parsons.

This collection of four novellas takes readers back in time and into some of the most well known biblical accounts, but some of the most mysterious.

Author, Golden Keyes Parsons, delves into the lives of four nameless women from the Gospels–the woman caught in adultery, the woman at the well, the woman who anointed Jesus’s feet, and the woman who touched the hem of His garment.

Discover through the eyes of faith and fiction what may have made these women feel so Trapped, so Alone, so Broken, and soHopeless that they would venture boldly into the path of Jesus … and leave forever changed.

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What We Didn’t Know (Poetry by Janalyn Voigt)

I took this image on the Oregon coast while in a lot of pain with sciatica from driving a manual-shift car in stop-and-go traffic. All I could do was sit and snap pictures, which gave me time to notice details I might otherwise have missed. In this image, the contrast of light and shadow reminds me of how the light of the world, Jesus, came to banish the darkness of sin.

What We Didn’t Know

by Janalyn Voigt

You were crowned in glory though we thought it less.

You were clothed in honor;

We mocked your nakedness.

Blood and tears flowed together

Down Your battered, gentle face.

We thought of it as defeat,

Your sacrifice and grace.

Father, forgive them, was Your heartfelt plea.

Your love was greater than our enmity.

We told the truth when we called you king,

Though we didn’t know what your death would bring.

We didn’t know when we nailed you up

That you were drinking our own death cup.

We didn’t know when we pierced Your side

That for three days only would You abide

In the darkness of the tomb to pay our fee.

Now cross, tomb, and cup

Stand empty.

©2014 by Janalyn Voigt

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In Search of a Better Life

Have you ever resolved to do a thing, only time slid by and somehow you never got to it? I know I have.

It happens with no effort. Everyday needs shove aside all progress, and my plans for change fade until sometimes I forget I even made them. It takes effort to push back, but that’s the only way to bring about the better life I dream of living.

I can see it now.

My decluttered house stays clean without sapping my time and energy. Laundry doesn’t spend the night in the washer. Nourishing meals regularly hit a beautifully-set table around which my family gathers without being called more than once.

Ah, me! There’s more. I feel like a kid with my nose pressed against a candy-store window as I see myself making time to exercise and for self-care. As a result, my skinny clothes no longer languish in a box beneath the bed.

It gets even better. Quiet times, candlelight, and soft music sustain my soul. Prayer is something I linger over with no interruptions, and I study the Bible with rapt attention.

There’s also time to socialize with friends, visit family, and go on outings. Money isn’t an issue because my husband and I manage it so well. Library books never hide in messy bedrooms and make their way to the return bin with time to spare.

Parenting looks a little different, too. My children pick up after themselves and help with the chores because I have invested in teaching them to do so. We read, talk, watch movies, and play board games together on a regular basis.

Health care isn’t overlooked in my better life. All members of the family are up to date on dental care, eye exams, and medical check ups. Even the pets have spent quality time with the vet.

And of course, I have time for the hobbies I enjoy.

That was a nice moment. Now let’s get real. I may not accomplish some of my ideals, even if I try. However, if I allow inertia to rule me, none of them are likely to happen.

It’s tempting to tackle all areas that need improvement at once, but having to pare back my own expectations of my writing career has taught me the value of a limited focus. I’m going to start with personal improvement and also an area involving cooperation from others.

This month I’ll work on establishing some weight loss goals and with my husband on corralling our finances.

Care to join me? If so, let me know and I’ll  post more on this topic.

©2014 by Janalyn Voigt

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The Terabithia Grove

I’m at the library right now. Our internet service provider decided to shut off our outdated modem, so I’m here to access the internet. They’ll replace the modem, but that will take a few days. Of course, no time would be convenient for such a disruption, but at least I’m gleaning something positive.

I’ve wanted to try writing in the library for a change of pace but somehow never got around to it. This situation was just the push I needed. I probably won’t be giving up my closet office, but working sometimes in a location where people are involved in reading or quiet study and I’m surrounded by books, well…I’ll be back even after the new modem arrives.

I’m sitting in a comfortable chair at a desk with nothing on it but my computer. Outside the window is a grove of trees just leafing in, and every once in a while I glimpse birds on the wing. My youngest daughter has aptly named that grove Terabithia. It’s not hard to imagine magical things happening there.

My Writing Progress

In March I wrote and edited the first chapter of Deceptive Tide, my contribution to Islands of Intrigue, a romantic suspense series set in the San Juan Islands. My chapter will appear in the back of Lesley Ann McDaniel’s Tide Will Tell, book two in the series. Lynnette Bonner released The Unrelenting Tide, book one in the series, last year. You can order copies of this book, and also Lesley’s when it becomes available, through my bookstore.*

If you’ve read my earlier posts, you’ll know that I suffered a devastating illness and several setbacks that cost about three months of progress. It’s nice to be restored to health and moving forward again.

First up is a romantic suspense proposal for my agent’s review. The story is set in a castle during modern times.  I’ve reached the editing process for the sample chapters, so it should go quickly.

After that, I’ll take up Elf Seeyer again, then complete DawnKing, book three in my epic fantasy series, Tales of Faeraven. I’d like to get these odds and ends taken care of before moving into writing Deceptive Tide.  

Speaking Engagements

At the moment I’m working on slides for a presentation on author branding for the NCWA Renewal Conference. This is more last minute than I like to cut things, which makes preparing a lot like finals week in college. Ah well. I’ll survive and have fun teaching. 

Reading

I’m behind on my reading schedule these days, but I have managed to read Credara: Rise of the Kraylen by J.E. Henderson, Love’s Sweet Beginning: A Novel (Sisters at Heart) by Ann Shorey, and 52 Heart Lifters for Difficult Times: Promises of Hope and Encouragement from God by Diana Savage. You’ll find my reviews of these titles in the Novel Books links.

I’m also reading The Time Traveler’s Guide to Elizabethan England by Ian Mortimer and Summer of Promise (Westward Winds, Book 1) by Amanda Cabot. Next up will be The Dancing Master by Julie Klassen.

Upcoming Travel

I’m planning a short research trip to Orcas Island and San Juan Island, locations I use in Deceptive Tide. These islands are amazing places, although possibly not as cool as Terabithia.

How about you? Do you have any goals or expectations for April?

*Note: I receive a small commission at no extra cost if you purchase at Amazon.com through my affiliate links. 

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A Thought-Provoking Poem by J.R.R. Tolkien

 All that is gold does not glitter,

not all those who wander are lost;

the old that is strong does not wither,

deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

a light from the shadows shall spring;

renewed shall be blade that was broken,

the crownless again shall be king.

J.R.R. Tolkien , The Fellowship of the Ring

This quote is about a character in the epic fantasy series, The Lord of the Rings, however its meaning goes far beyond the story.

Tolkien’s poem describes the difference between our perceptions and reality. A wanderer may not be lost, an old man might retain his strength, frost can kill a plant but not the root, ashes may still birth a flame, a light will shine even from the darkest of shadows, a broken blade may be mended, and a king can rise again. 

This is one example of the beauty and deep meaning found in J.R.R. Tolkien’s writing.  I like him as a person for having written this poem. It is one I treasure, and I wanted to share it with you. I hope it will warm you on those days when life seems difficult. 

The image behind Tolkien’s words is one I took in Idaho. I was standing on the edge of the road and looking out over a valley that was once a Nez Perce hunting ground. I wish I could remember the name of the valley, but maybe one of you will know. I love the misty feel and soft colors of the picture. It struck me as a perfect match for Tolkien’s observation because it makes me want to wander through the stunning landscape.

Here’s a question for you: Does Tolkien’s poem spark you in some way? What does it mean to you?

©2014 by Janalyn Voigt

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Learning to Play at FaerieCon West

A woman driving past the hotel entrance gave me a thumbs up.  Although certain we’d never met before, I waved back. Several people I didn’t know smiled at me as we passed on the sidewalk. I gathered my skirts and climbed the stairs to the hotel’s front doors, then stepped inside with my cape flowing. Several hotel employees looked up with slightly bored expressions. All manner of fairy folk had graced the hotel entrance for the past two days, and this was nothing more than a day’s work to them. I was about to ask directions when a man dressed in a medieval tunic wandered by.

I followed him.

We walked down a long corridor crowded with people garbed to represent the inhabitants of Faerie. Costumes–complete with wings, face paint, and head gear–were the name of the game here.  I turned into the restroom, where a woman wearing kangaroo ears was painting her face green at one of the mirrors. She invited me to use her paint, but I smiled and declined, having gone for a Shire look from the Lord of the Rings. I’m not sure what inhabitants of Tolkien’s Shire have to do with fairies, but it was the best I could manage.

I need not have worried about fitting in. Once I rejoined the milling crowd, lots of other creatures besides fairies crossed my path. There were dwarves, pirates, birds, and one irrepressible giant. The giant towered above the crowd and kept roaring, sniffing at people, and tapping them with a giant foam mallet. He would have been more frightening if he had stopped grinning.

My children like me to go to costume events as a gypsy. I don’t know why, but my love of travel may have something to do with it. I borrowed from my horde of gypsy costuming to create the Shire look. When I came upon a gypsy wagon, the temptation to pose was too great. So, here I am in my Shire not-a-fairy-come-gypsy outfit.

Browsing the vendor booths and attending a costume judging event were a lot of fun. I also enjoyed the art gallery. The highlight for me was in people-watching, which is pretty typical for a writer.

One of my favorite moments came when I came across group gathered around a man dressed like a king. They were all counting backwards. My puzzlement must have shown on my face because the monarch called out lightly. “Oh, we’re just counting. You’re welcome to join us.” I thanked him and moved on.

I can be so square.

One of the things I like about Disneyland is that adults get to climb on the rides and play right alongside their children.  Attending FaerieCon West, besides putting me face-to-face with potential members of my reading audience, reminded me that in this grown-up world, it’s all too easy to take life—and myself—far too seriously.

You never know. Maybe next time I’ll paint my face and count backwards, just because.

©2014 by Janalyn Voigt

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Solitary or Sociable? One Writer’s Perspective from Jennifer Hallmark

Jennifer Hallmark explores the relationship between writing and solitude in today’s guest author journal. For my part, I don’t write well in a crowd. Solitude seems to be mother’s milk for my creativity. Thanks for reading, and if you’d like to weigh in on Jennifer’s topic, please do so in the comments below her post.

Janalyn 

About Jennifer Hallmark

Jennifer is a writer by nature, an artist at heart, and a daughter of God by His grace. She loves to read detective fiction from the Golden Age, watch movies like Lord of the Rings, and play with her two precious granddaughters. At times, she writes.

Jennifer and her husband, Danny, have spent their married life in Alabama, are blessed with grown children, granddaughters and a basset hound, Max.

Her website is Alabama-Inspired Fiction and she shares a writer’s reference blog, Writing Prompts & Thoughts & Ideas…Oh My! with friends, Christina, John, Ginger, Tammy, Don, and Betty. She and Christina Rich share an encouraging blog for readers called The Most Important Thing. Her first book, a compilation project called A Dozen Apologies released in February.

About A Dozen Apologies

In college, Mara and her sorority sisters played an ugly game. They’d date men considered geeks, win their confidence, and then dump them publicly.

The tables turn after college when Mara loses her job and boyfriend. Mara’s heart is pierced by her actions toward the twelve men she’d wronged in college, and she sets out to apologize to each of them.

Mara stumbles, bumbles, and humbles her way toward possible reconciliation with the twelve men to find that God truly does look upon the heart and that He has chosen the heart of one of the men for her to have and to hold.

Solitary or Sociable? One Writer’s Perspective

by Jennifer Hallmark

If a man does not keep pace with his companions,

perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.

Let him step to the music he hears,

however measured or far away.”

Henry David Thoreau

We writers hear a different drummer. There is no “right” way to be a writer. You can put a hundred different writers in the same room with the same writing assignment and you would have a hundred different results when the papers were handed in.

The writing journey can be a solitary one. For me to successfully write, I have to concentrate. That means alone time. Me and the computer and a notepad. A few writing books and research materials, scattered all around me.

Some writers can move in at the local coffee or sandwich shop and create wonderful words of prose. Not me. I’m too easily distracted with people surrounding me. I do scribble notes for articles and blogs while at the doctor’s office or other waiting rooms. This article was jotted on my little notepad while waiting to see the chiropractor in the exam room itself.

To get into a work of fiction, I need no disturbances. I work best when my husband is at work, along with everyone else I know. J Yes, this doesn’t happen too often, but on those days, I move mountains. Eight or ten hours of uninterrupted time can whittle my to-do list down to size, and I usually even manage a load or two of laundry while stretching.

Light music humming in the background and all my folders concerning my WIP [work in progress] pulled up on the computer and I’m good to go. As a rule, I do little plotting, preferring to let the characters take the lead. I do scribble notes and thoughts and maybe a sentence or two with each chapter so I at least know which road I’m on. From there, I travel without the GPS, something I’d never do in real life.

Many times, in the morning when I first awake, I daydream about my work-in-progress. I think about where my lead character is on that day and play the scene through in my head. I might rehearse previously written scenes, noting if there are any plot glitches. What’s that? Imagine I have lead character Mary driving down a dirt road in rural Tennessee. Suddenly, she meets a deer and swerves, crashing into a tree. She jumps out and trips, scraping her knees on the pavement. Pavement? Where did pavement come from on a dirt road? You wouldn’t believe how easy it is to do this, however, while in the fury of capturing a scene on paper. I jot a note about my mistake and correct it when I reach the computer.

Which is better? Working alone or with others around? It’s a personal choice. Although you may not be a writer, this can apply. Do you work better when alone or do you like to have the buzz and flurry of others in the room? 

©2014 by Janalyn Voigt

 

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