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February 4, 2018
BLOGWORDS – 5 February 2018 – NEW WEEK NEW FACE – GUEST POST – GINGER SOLOMON
NEW WEEK NEW FACE – GUEST POST – GINGER SOLOMON
I have put off writing this post until the last possible minute. Why? Because I haven’t yet figured out what to write. I haven’t been in the work force for over two decades. I can write about occupations – my imagination is wonderful, and the internet is a boon for finding out the information I need. Friends help too. And sometimes, I ask strangers in whatever field I’m researching.
In one of my current works-in-progress (WIP) — I have several stories going at once at the moment — my hero is a construction company owner. I’ve always loved watching fixer upper type shows, so the research for this one wasn’t too difficult. However, I didn’t know the order in which a house was constructed. When do windows and doors get installed? Is that before or after drywall? Some things are common sense (of course, that doesn’t necessarily mean what I think of as common sense is actually the procedure). I mean it makes sense to paint the walls before putting in the flooring. But shouldn’t the flooring go in before the cabinets? And obviously the plumbing and electrical are done before drywall. But when does the exterior – siding, brickwork, etc – get done?
I turned to YouTube and friends. There are number of videos available that showed me the process of installing a wall and about how long it would take with a group of men working. I also watched videos on installing rafters (the boards that support the roof). But did you know the roof doesn’t go on until after the windows and doors are installed? Yeah, me neither.
Here’s the list I found. I’m sure it varies according to the company, but I imagine it is similar. First, grading and site preparation – no brainer. Next are foundation construction, and I imagine if is a slab foundation that the plumbing (and maybe electrical) have to be installed here too, though it’s not on my list. The next few are expected – framing (walls and roof), window/door installation, roofing, siding, rough electrical/plumbing (the stuff behind the walls), HVAC, insulation, drywall, underlayment (for floors), trim, painting, finish electrical. Then comes cabinets and counters.
Did you notice the flooring hasn’t been put in yet? I don’t know about your house, but it seems like the flooring goes under the cabinets and my house. It did in my kitchen anyway. When we replaced the tile for wood, one section of our cabinets dropped (next to the dishwasher) which also made our counters sag.
After the cabinets and counters, the plumbing gets completed. And now is when carpet and flooring is installed. Afterward the HVAC is completed, water is hooked up or the well is drilled, as is the sewer or septic system. Finally is the punch list.
I had to look this one up. According to Wikipedia it is “a document prepared near the end of a construction project listing work not conforming to contract specifications that the contractor must complete prior to final payment. The work may include incomplete or incorrect installations or incidental damage to existing finishes, material, and structures.”
In other words, all the stuff that isn’t correct or messed up. Dents in the walls, paint spills, doors hung wrong, leaking plumbing, and the list could go on.
My contractor (the hero in my story) has to deal with surly clients, late and incorrect deliveries, vandalism, rain, bookkeeping, and injuries. In addition to running multiple construction sites, he has to deal with the heroine – who is pregnant with his brother’s baby.
Of course, this story is still a WIP, but I’m hoping to release it before the end of 2018. It’s been through several titles, but I finally settled on Love Under Construction. I hope you’ll look for it. In the meantime, you can check out my other titles on my website, www.gingersolomon.com.
Ginger Solomon is a Christian, a wife, a mother to seven, and a writer—in that order (mostly). She writes or reads inspirational romance of any genre, and if she’s busy homeschooling, doing laundry, or fixing dinner, books are on her mind. She’s a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, president of her local writing group, and blogs regularly for InspyRomance.com and at gingersolomon.com.
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#Blogwords, New Week New Fact, #NWNF, Guest Post, Ginger Solomon
February 3, 2018
BLOGWORDS – Sunday 4 February 2018 – FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – PERSEVERANCE
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FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – PERSEVERANCE…
Tenacious. Persistent. Bull Dog.
Twenty-something years ago I asked Father God what was wrong with me, why His Word and promises to me were not my life experiences. What He said to was, “Sit down. This is gonna take a while.”
And it did. First was the digging, deep into my soul and my psychie, to unearth the lies and untruth that had been buried there. It was painful, OH! so painful, and hard to let go. Years of believing the wrong things, although wrong, were familiar and comfortable. And they were being snatched away from me, stripped from me. I was laid bare, my identity raw and foreign.
Yet somehow, somewhere deep in the bedrock of who I am, who I was, lay the foundational Truth. And from that, through a tiny fissure, arose the will and determination to rise above. To borrow from The Sound of Music, “somewhere in my youth or childhood” (and I mean early early years) a Truth was planted in me, Truth that would not let go.
Let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart. Galatians 6:9
I can’t say I haven’t grown weary, but ultimately I’ve never given up on my dreams and certainly not on Father’s promises to me in His Word. I’ve been determined…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyEMJBhCtU8
Years ago I was watching a movie that had a hopeless scene. I remember thinking, “I’d just curl up right there and die.” But Holy Spirit whispered to me, “No you wouldn’t. You’re a fighter.”
And so it seems I am.
As I have grown in Him, have gained my confidence in Him, in His Word, truly, I am not moved. His promises to me are sure. And while I may grow weary betimes, I know He is with me and He is for me. And that’s a promise to hold on to, a promise of hope and strength and encouragement.
#Blogwords, Front Porch Fellowship, #FPF, Sunday Devotion, Perseverance, Galatians 6:9, I Will Not Be Moved, Natalie Grant, Confidence, Hope, Strength, Encouragment
February 2, 2018
BLOGWORDS – Saturday 3 February 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY
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SPECIAL EDITION – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY
When all the noise has gone silent, all that is left is her song.
The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.
It’s 1912, in a world where slavery is dying and women’s rights are rising, and four young women who once shared a bond—and experienced a tragedy—question their own truths.
Pearl had lived under the impossible taskmaster of perfection. Nothing she does or ever did pleased her mother. And nothing she ever did could disappoint her father.
Caught up in the mystery of her friend’s curious—and secretive—return, Pearl wrestles with her own decisions, and flees lest her own secrets are exposed.
#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Book 3, Cover Reveal Day
BLOGWORDS – Friday 2 February 2018 – FIRST LINE FRIDAY – THE GLASS LAKE by MAEVE BINCHY
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FIRST LINE FRIDAY – THE GLASS LAKE by MAEVE BINCHY
Welcome to First Line Fridays, hosted by Hoarding Books!!!
Tell us your first line in the comments & then head over to Hoarding Books to see who else is participating!
THE BLURB:
An incandescent novel of love, obsession, and the secrets that take root in the human heart, by the author of The Copper Beech and Circle Of Friends. Lough Glass is at the heart and soul of the namesake town clinging to its shore. They say that if you go out on St. Agnes’ Eve and look into the lake at sunset you can see your future. But beneath its serene surface, the lake harbors secrets as dark and unfathomable as the beautiful woman who night after night walks beside its waters. Lough Glass is home to Kit McMahon, in a way it will never be to her lovely mother, Helen, who does not fit in with the ways of the people of Lough Glass, and who found an unlikely mate in the genial pharmacist Martin McMahon. Kit adores her mother, but can’t escape the picture of her, alone at the kitchen table, tears streaming down her face… or walking alone by the glass lake. Then one terrible night Martin’s boat is found drifting upside down in the lake. The night Helen is lost. The night Kit discovers a letter on Martin’s pillow and burns it, unopened, in the grate. The night everything changes forever.
THE FIRST LINE:
Kit always thought the Pope had been at her mother and father’s wedding.
MY THOUGHTS:
There’s an eensy bit of personal history with this book. Without too much history, I had suffered chronic clinical depression for many years. In 1995 I faced that head on, and at some point in ’96, I was at the store and did what all good authors and readers do—I saw a book and bought it. That book was The Glass Lake. It was just shy of 700 pages and I read it in a week, something that had been impossible with depression.
The story was riveting to me, the storytelling captivating, and Ms. Binchy instantly became a new favourite author. (and now I’ll have to read it again, don’tcha know?)
STARS:
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#Blogwords, First Line Friday, #FLF, The Glass Lake, Maeve Binchy
February 1, 2018
BLOGWORDS – Friday 2 February 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY SIX
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SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY SIX
Cover reveal Saturday 3 February.
When all the noise has gone silent, all that is left is her song.
The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.
It’s 1912, in a world where slavery is dying and women’s rights are rising, and four young women who once shared a bond—and experienced a tragedy—question their own truths.
Pearl had lived under the impossible taskmaster of perfection. Nothing she does or ever did pleased her mother. And nothing she ever did could disappoint her father.
Caught up in the mystery of her friend’s curious—and secretive—return, Pearl wrestles with her own decisions, and flees lest her own secrets are exposed.
#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, Seasons, Cover Reveal Day Six
BLOGWORDS – Thursday 1 February 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – REMFEBWRIMO
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SPECIAL EDITION – REMFEBWRIMO
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Simone’s willow green eyes were searching, not weeping. She’d heard that name before. But where? When? Memory fragments rattled, whispered. She strained to listen, to piece the jumble together. But the puzzle that was her memory was still missing so many pieces.
And Mercedes Renaldi was one of those pieces.”
Reading through #TheSilentSongofSpring so I can upload it next week to get it printed! Then on to Simone’s story in #TheWhisperingWindsofSpring! #May2018
I love how these stories are overlapping and intertwining, each new one going back to the previous ones, and tying them all together!
“I’ve always had voices—er, stories in my head. I once said I should write them all down so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!”
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“the battle for identity, one story at a time”
#Blogwords, Special Edition, #RemFebWriMo, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring
January 31, 2018
BLOGWORDS – Thursday 1 February 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FIVE
https://www.singinglibrarianbooks.com/
SPECIAL EDITION – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FIVE
Cover reveal Saturday 3 February.
When all the noise has gone silent, all that is left is her song.
The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.
It’s 1912, in a world where slavery is dying and women’s rights are rising, and four young women who once shared a bond—and experienced a tragedy—question their own truths.
Pearl had lived under the impossible taskmaster of perfection. Nothing she does or ever did pleased her mother. And nothing she ever did could disappoint her father.
Caught up in the mystery of her friend’s curious—and secretive—return, Pearl wrestles with her own decisions, and flees lest her own secrets are exposed.
#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Book 3, Cover Reveal Day Five
BLOGWORDS – Wednesday 31 January 2018 – WREADING WEDNESDAY – FEATURED BOOK EXCERPT – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER
WREADING WEDNESDAY – FEATURED BOOK EXCERPT – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER
#WreadingWednedsay is now dedicated to ‘wreading’ bits and excepts from my books—there’s five now! And because book 3 in my Seasons series, The Silent Song of Winter, releases next month, here is an excerpt.
* not the final cover
COVER REVEAL this Saturday, 3 February
As I turned from Bay Street back onto Barnard I saw him. What was he doing here? Of course, Merkel never stayed in one place long. He was a spy or an agent or some such and followed his assignments. I ducked into The Indigo Café and lost myself in a small crowd of friends. They were making quite a racket, laughing and carrying on; I was certain I’d not be discovered.
But this was Marcus Pierpont Merkel and he had seen me. His large hand found my shoulder and I turned to face him.
“Pearl, my dear.” I was enveloped in strength and warmth and comfortable familiarity.
“Merkel,” I hedged, inching back toward the door. “It’s lovely to see you again but I was just going.”
“Ah.” He guided me to a table. “But you’ve no coffee, Madame.”
The silence between us was louder than the group of whooping and hollering friends on the other side of the room.
Merkel ordered coffee for the both of us, and he offered congratulations on my marriage.
“Though I must say I am deeply hurt that I was not invited to celebrate the nuptials.”
“We…” But the smile on Merkel’s face stopped my defenses. “Merkel! You are a rascal. You’d not have come if we had sent a golden chariot for you…” If he was a rascal, I was just cruel. “Merk, I’m so sorry.”
He covered my hands with his large ones. “Time heals all wounds, Princess.”
But I could tell time had not healed his.
“Now then.” He took a gulp of his coffee, steaming hot with neither cream nor sugar. “Tell me about your young man.” His cup knocked the table quite soundly as he set it down. “And tell me why you ran off like that.”
Sugar swirled in my own cup.
“I think you’ve stirred quite enough.” Merkel took the spoon from me and laid it on the table every bit as gingerly as he’d set his cup.
Still I stalled, taking a most delicate and ladylike sip of my coffee.
“Pearl Marchand.” Merkel leaned back in his chair, dwarfed beneath his large frame, and folded his arms across his broad chest.
“Grüber actually.” I took another sip. “It’s Pearl Grüber.”
He didn’t say a word. He could wait me out, I knew. I had witnessed it countless times when he and Papá were playing pool or cards, or discussing business. Business they thought a young lady mightn’t grasp, but business I surely and fully understood.
“Not here, Merk.” I reached for my purse and my parcels. “Not here.”
I was never more thankful for a motorcar than I was that afternoon. Just moments earlier, I hadn’t cared if I walked home in the rain. But my past, my true life, was colliding with my secret life and it seemed I couldn’t outrun it.
“How did you know where to find me?” We had just had coffee, even if only a single cup, and I felt inclined neither to make coffee nor to offer him any.
“Find you?” Merkel seemed always at ease, unruffled, unflappable. “Why should I be looking for you?”
“But you…”
“Bumped in to an old friend?”
“I am not old.”
“Old enough…” He waved toward my very round middle. “You, however, tried to elude me.”
I had no answer so I said nothing, watched the rain coursing down the window.
“Would you care to enlighten me?”
“Look at me, Merk.”
“Lovely as ever, Princess.”
“I’m pregnant.” I placed my hands on my belly for emphasis.
“I’m at a loss here, Pearl, but I’m not blind.” He winked. “That’s no reason to run away.”
“I met him last spring. We corresponded via post and I visited Charleston a few weeks later—told Papá I was going dress shopping for summer dresses—which I did. I didn’t lie to mon père. He came back with me and stayed in the guest rooms at the townhome.”
“Positively scandalous.”
“Marcus Pierpont!”
“My, my. I’m in trouble now.”
“Feel free to show yourself out.” I went to the kitchen.
“A man might like some coffee before he goes out in that rain out there.” He followed me.
“Help yourself.” But I busied myself with the making of it. “Merkel.” I sighed.
“And just why exactly do you think ton père would disapprove?” I shouldn’t have been surprised. Merkel was most perceptive; it’s what made him good at his job.
“You know, Merk.” I poured the coffee. “I never did know what it is that you do.”
“Sure you do.” He drank this cup of coffee just as he had at the café, and reached to refill his cup. “I save princesses from making terrible predicaments.”
“He’s German.” I sighed and added more sugar to my own cup. Merkel raised a brow. “It’s the baby.”
“You think that’s a reason to leave your home?”
“What will everyone think?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Merk, you don’t understand.” I gulped my coffee, still too hot and far too sweet. “I can’t face people.”
“What people?”
“In Saisons. I can’t live with the gossip and the looks.”
He tilted his head, leveled a stare, and poured another cup of coffee for us both.
“They won’t like me.”
Still he was silent.
“Say something.”
“What’s there to say? You’ve left already. You haven’t given anyone a chance.”
“Meine Liebchen.” Rolf called as he came through the door.
I went to greet him, and Merkel followed. I made the introductions.
“Sorry my good man. I’d invite you to join us but it’s Valentine’s after all.”
“Nonsense. I couldn’t think of intruding.” Merkel reached for his coat on the stand.
“Tomorrow, though. Dinner, my treat.”
#Blogwords, Wreading Wednesday, Featured Book Except, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons, Excerpt, Seasons, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring
January 30, 2018
BLOGWORDS – Wednesday 31 January 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FOUR
https://www.singinglibrarianbooks.com/
SPECIAL EDITION – THE SILENT SONG OF WINTER RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FOUR
Cover reveal Saturday 3 February.
When all the noise has gone silent, all that is left is her song.
The southern town of Saisons lies at the crossroads between North and South, progressive and genteel antebellum life. Between East and West, between history and heritage, and new frontiers. Downton Abbey meets Gone With the Wind.
It’s 1912, in a world where slavery is dying and women’s rights are rising, and four young women who once shared a bond—and experienced a tragedy—question their own truths.
Pearl had lived under the impossible taskmaster of perfection. Nothing she does or ever did pleased her mother. And nothing she ever did could disappoint her father.
Caught up in the mystery of her friend’s curious—and secretive—return, Pearl wrestles with her own decisions, and flees lest her own secrets are exposed.
#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Silent Song of Winter, Seasons Book 3, Cover Reveal Day Four
BLOGWORDS – Tuesday 30 January 2018 – SPECIAL EDITION – REMJANWRIMO
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SPECIAL EDITION – REMJANWRIMO
“Simone’s willow green eyes were searching, not weeping. She’d heard that name before. But where? When? Memory fragments rattled, whispered. She strained to listen, to piece the jumble together. But the puzzle that was her memory was still missing so many pieces.
And Mercedes Renaldi was one of those pieces.”
Started the READ-THROUGH and EDITS for #TheSilentSongofWinter –slash– #FETCH-n-FORWARD for #TheWhisperingWindsofSpring—pulling the secrets and details from the first three books!!
I do love how these stories are overlapping and intertwining, each new one going back to the previous ones, and tying them all together! Can’t wait to get to Simone’s story—The Whispering Winds of Spring! #May2018
“I’ve always had voices—er, stories in my head. I once said I should write them all down so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!”
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“the battle for identity, one story at a time”
#Blogwords, Special Edition, #RemJanWriMo, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring
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