Deborah Macgillivray's Blog, page 58
March 29, 2014
Remembering Dawn Party at Serendipity
Candy made a special treat for Serendipity to offer for April Fool's Gift - she made it as a cross between our friends Tara and Mark Reed (Fool Hardy) a marvelous Renfaire act. He is Marquise and she Ima Nutt.
So she took Ima's colours and Mark's fool costume and did this version for our favourite place to visit and eat in town. She plans on doing version of them at some point. I cannot wait to see them, as they will be even more detailed.Anyway, Candy asked me if I would drive her to Serendipity this Friday to deliver it. I said I would (don't need an excuse to visit there!). Only, I knew Friday was the anniversary the birthday of Dawn Thompson (Candy's sister). I know Candy's misses her so much, but she hadn't said anything, such a "stiff upper lip trooper". So I called Becky Bayer Kimbler (co-owner) and asked if she would make me a special cake for Candy - a birthday cake for Dawn. I knew Dawn loved purple, so I asked her to do a cake with "Remembering Dawn" on it with purple roses. I didn't tell Candy, just took her up to the magic shop in the middle of Main Street La Grange. I told her we were having lunch and then at desert Becky brought the cake out. Candy was so surprised and pleased. It took a sad occasion
Wish to give a thank you to Becky at Serendipity for helping me make a very special day.
116 East Main Street, La Grange, Kentucky 40031
(502) 222-4216
Serendipity is ready for Easter!
Candy's Easter purses for kids and her box of punk chicks
March 21, 2014
March 17, 2014
Happy St. Patrick's Day
Wishing everyone Irish and not (but then everyone is Irish today, eh?)“Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhuit!”
March 4, 2014
February 28, 2014
Kindle Editors selected The Privateer for a showcase for March
The Privateer by Dawn Thompson, writing as Dawn MacTavish (Diane Candy Thompson' late sister) has been selected by the Kindle editors to be included in the March Kindle 20 for $2 event! The titles selected for this promotion are all priced at $2.00 and are being promoted with high visibility to Kindle customers.
You can see the promotion here: http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html...
February 17, 2014
Losing Author Trish Jensen
It's with tears I say the world is less brighter today with the passing of the author Trish Jensen. She was a very special, funny lady. A talented author. We made friends through our mutual love for writing. I will always treasure her warm humor, her embracing of life. When I told her how much I loved her book "Stuck With You", she asked me to marry her. Every time our paths crossed, I always reminded her of that.
Such a very very sad day. My heartfelt condolences go out to her family, and especially to Deb Stover, who was very very close to Trish.
Just so sad. Bless you, Trish Jensen. The world mourns your passing.
February 14, 2014
February 10, 2014
First Kiss from A Wolf in Wolf's Clothing at KMN Books blog today
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Karen Michelle Nutt is running a blog at KMN Books for Valentine's this month profiling, first kisses from authors' books. I selected to send her the first kiss between Trevelyn Mershan and Raven Montgomerie. This was the third in the series of the battle between the Mershan brothers and the Montgomerie sisters. While I absolutely loved BA and Desmond's romance, and then Jago stole in and captured my heart, with his falling hard for Asha, I selected the third book for this showcase. Why? Because Raven was the most vulnerable of the Montgomerie Sisters, while Trevelyn was the wolf of the Mershan brothers. His own self-image was that big bad wolf more than willing to huff and puff until he blew Raven's house down. Only magic happened the night they met...
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February 9, 2014
Remember a dear friend six years passing
I am not sure why things fade from memory, while others live from moment-to-moment, still alive within your mind. Six years ago I lost a very dear friend. We were so close, it's hard to think we never actually met. Dawn Thompson breezed into my life, the belle of the ball - or so everyone thought. Despite losing her six years ago, she lingers, still very much alive in my thoughts.
People were jealous of her. It seemed she was winning every romance writers contest going. The world was her pearl. In the short time we had been friends, she sold her first book to Dorchester. Again more jealousy. She was smart, witty, compassionate, and a very astute judge of character. I think we all pictured her as being mid-thirties, English, and had the world in the palm of her hand. Dawn worked very hard to project that image, because she feared she'd never sell if people knew she was in her late sixties, confined to a wheelchair due to a tragic car accident. People judge so quickly on first impressions. She recalled an incident where she went to the RWA meeting of her chapter, and one of the bigger name agents came up to her and spoke about her writings, and possible representation. Then he came out with, "Are you going to be in that thing forever?" Dawn laughed about it in the retelling. But she was hurt, you could hear it in her voice. What can you say to an arse like that?
It was only during a silly fracas - Dawn and another striving writer getting into one of those silly internet group fights - that did I learn the real truth. Dawn's life, her talent as a painter, were destroyed by a horrible accident. She barely had use of her thumbs and two fingers, and she spent nearly 13 to 17 hours a day in a wheelchair. Dawn now painted with words. It was her escape from the crippling pain that tormented her every hour. That was the real beginning of our friendship. We were on Messenger constantly; I left it running and kept my phone by me, as Dawn was alone at night. Every night she told me when she was going to bed, wished me a "Goodnight, my dear." Every morning I got a good morning and a laugh. We talked on the phone often, and layer by layer I learned so much about this funny, special lady that life seemed to deal one blow after another.
But I think I learned the most about her through her books. There is so much of Dawn in her novels. I have discussed this with Candy - was she aware of how much of her was the fabric of her tales. We both agree Dawn was totally unaware of these elements. I recall our editor, Hilary Sares saying she cried when she read the scene of the trees that were alive in Lord of the Deep. A tree that ached to be a part of life, but with limbs rooted to the ground. Or the angel in Lord of the Dark -- a poor thing couldn't sleep because his wings wouldn't retract. Again, only to someone who knew Dawn closely would that make sense. Dawn had the hardest time getting into bed every night, hard time sleeping because of the legs that no longer worked, the pain that dogged her every moment.
Never have I known someone so valiant in the face of adversity, never have I heard someone laugh at all that life flung at her.
I miss you, Dawn Thompson, but you “gave” me your sister. Your last words to me was "Do not forget me." How could I ever forget such a bright light in this sad sorry world?
