Autumn Jordon's Blog, page 12
May 31, 2012
First Friday Art Walk (2)
Welcome to my second First Friday Art Walk.
Art comes in many forms and is not only found hanging on walls. I collect old plates. The plate rack which borders my entire kitchen is filled. This plate is one of my favorites. A Gibson Girl. It was given to me by a dear friend many years ago.
This was my Mother's Day gift from one of my sons and DIL last year. I've been a Steeler fan for... Well, let's just say a long time.
I fell in love with this gourd in Knoxville, Tennessee. I was there for th...
May 29, 2012
.99 Digital Copies Are Flying Off The Cyber-shelf
Summer is here, atleast it is in my world. To celebrate I'm offering my Golden Leaf Winner, HIS WITNESS TO EVIL, in e-format for only .99 at Amazon. For just a few days, so act quick.
Here’s the link to Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/His-Witness-To-Evil-ebook/dp/B007MBA1O0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1332340994&sr=1-1
A blurb for ‘His Witness To Evil’.
Inspired by true events, awarding-winning author Autumn Jordon has penned a thrilling romantic suspense set in the backwoods and small...
Here’s the link to Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/His-Witness-To-Evil-ebook/dp/B007MBA1O0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1332340994&sr=1-1
A blurb for ‘His Witness To Evil’.
Inspired by true events, awarding-winning author Autumn Jordon has penned a thrilling romantic suspense set in the backwoods and small...
May 26, 2012
Remembering Our Fallen Heroes.
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I remember lying in the hospital, looking around at the ward full of beds, occupied by only a few and wondering if the Army really thought there were so many pregnant women. I was young and naïve. Two years prior we'd seen the end of the Vietnam War.
My husband was on assignment. I was a thousand miles away from home and family. Not a long distance now days, but in the seventies I might’ve well been across the globe. There was no instant communications. No pictures sent...
I remember lying in the hospital, looking around at the ward full of beds, occupied by only a few and wondering if the Army really thought there were so many pregnant women. I was young and naïve. Two years prior we'd seen the end of the Vietnam War.
My husband was on assignment. I was a thousand miles away from home and family. Not a long distance now days, but in the seventies I might’ve well been across the globe. There was no instant communications. No pictures sent...
May 14, 2012
Door Open Or Door Close?
Who loves a good love scene? I do too, but lately while reading, I find myself flipping pages and skipping over them. Why? And why are there books on my shelves that will fall open to the love scenes?
I pass over some love scenes and devour others because of the characters. It’s that simple. The author whose books fall open to those yummy page made me love the characters. I became invested in their lives and their dreams. I would refer to them by name instead of the heroine and hero when tell...
I pass over some love scenes and devour others because of the characters. It’s that simple. The author whose books fall open to those yummy page made me love the characters. I became invested in their lives and their dreams. I would refer to them by name instead of the heroine and hero when tell...
May 13, 2012
Happy Mother's Day
Our first steps were probably hard to take. Remember that moment. We clung to a stable element. We looked out into a world where thousands of new adventures waited for us. Our hearts fluttered with exhilaration like a Hummingbird’s wings. Our knees trembled. We hesitated. Our feet felt like they weighed more than our entire bodies.
A quest as old as mankind called again.
We drew a breath and let go of the safe haven. The first shaky step made us hesitate, but we didn’t stop. We sat our jaws, fo...
A quest as old as mankind called again.
We drew a breath and let go of the safe haven. The first shaky step made us hesitate, but we didn’t stop. We sat our jaws, fo...
Our first steps were probably hard to take. Remember that...
Our first steps were probably hard to take. Remember that moment. We clung to a stable element. We looked out into a world where thousands of new adventures waited for us. Our hearts fluttered with exhilaration like a Hummingbird’s wings. Our knees trembled. We hesitated. Our feet felt like they weighed more than our entire bodies.
A quest as old as mankind called again.
We drew a breath and let go of the safe haven. The first shaky step made us hesitate, but we didn’t stop. We sat our jaws, fo...
A quest as old as mankind called again.
We drew a breath and let go of the safe haven. The first shaky step made us hesitate, but we didn’t stop. We sat our jaws, fo...
May 4, 2012
First Friday Art Walk
The goal of any artist is to touch the soul of another with their work. I'm happy to share the works of the artists that have touched me. I hope you enjoy them too.
Now, it might not be much to many, but this picture means a lot to me. It hung in my grandmother's living room. I remember as a child, during sleepovers, my grandmother and I would stay up to the wee hours and watch the Late Show and then the Late, Late Show. She'd make real cooked chocolate pudding between the two shows. Yum. Loo...
Now, it might not be much to many, but this picture means a lot to me. It hung in my grandmother's living room. I remember as a child, during sleepovers, my grandmother and I would stay up to the wee hours and watch the Late Show and then the Late, Late Show. She'd make real cooked chocolate pudding between the two shows. Yum. Loo...
May 1, 2012
Some days
If you're taking a peek, thank you. Happy May. Some consider today the first day of summer. Looking around, I have to agree.
Today, this my office. I wouldn't change a thing.
The scent from these lilacs are heavenly. I think I'll cut a bunch and put them in my bedroom.
My assistant is loving the views too.
Days like this I just want to lay in the hammock and read or watch the clouds drift by, but I'm working on getting the next book polished and out to my readers. I do love my job.
Stop by this F...
Today, this my office. I wouldn't change a thing.
The scent from these lilacs are heavenly. I think I'll cut a bunch and put them in my bedroom.
My assistant is loving the views too.
Days like this I just want to lay in the hammock and read or watch the clouds drift by, but I'm working on getting the next book polished and out to my readers. I do love my job. Stop by this F...
April 26, 2012
What Is Art Friday?
The goal of any artist is to touch the soul of another with their work. I'm happy to share the works of the artists that have touched me. I hope you enjoy them too.
Now, it might not be much to many, but this picture means a lot to me. It hung in my grandmother's living room. I remember as a child, during sleepovers, my grandmother and I would stay up to the wee hours and watch the Late Show and then the Late, Late Show. She'd make real cooked chocolate pudding between the two shows. Yum. Loo...
Now, it might not be much to many, but this picture means a lot to me. It hung in my grandmother's living room. I remember as a child, during sleepovers, my grandmother and I would stay up to the wee hours and watch the Late Show and then the Late, Late Show. She'd make real cooked chocolate pudding between the two shows. Yum. Loo...
April 24, 2012
HIS WITNESS TO EVIL ***********************************...
HIS WITNESS TO EVIL **********************************************************************************Last week, I shared John's backstory. Now, I'll share Stephanie's. 
Startled by a crash, Stephanie woke and fell from the couch to the floor. The boom reminded her of the episode last winter when a car skidded into their front porch taking out a corner post. Gripping the leather cushion, she sat up, swept her hair from her face and stared into the darkness that was her living room. The red dis...
Startled by a crash, Stephanie woke and fell from the couch to the floor. The boom reminded her of the episode last winter when a car skidded into their front porch taking out a corner post. Gripping the leather cushion, she sat up, swept her hair from her face and stared into the darkness that was her living room. The red dis...
