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November 10, 2017
BLOGWORDS – Saturday 11 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FOUR
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SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY FOUR
Cover reveal Monay 13 November.
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.
Scarlett was the shrinking violet in the group. Faithful to her friends, and hiding secrets of her own. When Mercedes steps in to rescue her, she unknowlingly plucks the thread that unravels Scarlett’s whole world.
But as Scarlett strives to hold fast to what is familiar the fabric of her life continues to come undone and secrets that are best kept hidden are exposed.
#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, Seasons, Cover Reveal Day Four
BLOGWORDS – Friday 10 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO
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SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO
“I would return again someday, at least I prayed I might. I prayed both that my friends wouldn’t search for me, and that they would. I told them not to come after me; I hoped they would.”
This week has been up and down! Monday was okay, word count wise, Tuesday, so-so.
Wednesday and yesterday just didn’t even. I am, of course, launching The Tilting Leaves of Autumn at the end of the month, and there are some tasks yet to make that happen—to wit, the cover reveal on Monday! And formatting to upload to CreateSpace and KDP so ya’ll can buy it!! (you will, won’t ya? Buy copies?)
But yesterday… I hate being sick. Basic trip to the store did me in, and I binge-watched Call the Midwife on Netflix! (it was research, I promise! really!) I tried to write but it just wasn’t there… (did I mention I hate being sick!!)
I am feeling pretty good today, so my hopes are high! I do want to get Tilting Leaves done today, though, so we shall see!
I 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, #NaNoWriMo, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Woods of Spring
BLOGWORDS – Friday 10 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY THREE
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SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY THREE
Cover reveal Monay 13 November.
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.
Scarlett was the shrinking violet in the group. Faithful to her friends, and hiding secrets of her own. When Mercedes steps in to rescue her, she unknowlingly plucks the thread that unravels Scarlett’s whole world.
But as Scarlett strives to hold fast to what is familiar the fabric of her life continues to come undone and secrets that are best kept hidden are exposed.
#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, Seasons, Cover Reveal Day Three
BLOGWORDS – Friday 10 November 2017 – FIRST LINE FRIDAY – THE WHISPERING WINDS OF SPRING by ROBIN E. MASON
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FIRST LINE FRIDAY – THE WHISPERING WINDS OF SPRING by ROBIN E. MASON
Welcome to First Line Fridays, now hosted by Hoarding Books!!!
Tell us your first line in the comments & then head over to Hoarding Books to see who else is participating!
* not the final cover
* In honor of the release of my next book, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, Book 2 in my new series, Seasons, I am featuring each of the books in the series this month.
THE BLURB:
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.
Simone Dubois’ life was unraveling. All she had known and held dear was gone from her. At ten, all she wanted was to escape beneath the black waters of the Edisto River. She didn’t know her whole life would be stolen from her.
When she returns to Saisons fifteen years later, she has no memory of ever having been there. Not even that it was her birthplace. Enlisting the help of her childhood friend, Mercedes, Simone encounters misty memories, and stirs up more mystery than she started with.
THE FIRST LINE:
My world came to an end the day I jumped off the top of Versailles.
MY THOUGHTS:
I love how these stories are overlapping and intertwining, each new one going back to the previous ones, and tying them all together!
GENRE:
Women’s Fiction, Historical Fiction, Mystery and Suspense
STARS:
#Blogwords, First Line Friday, #FLF, The Whispering Winds of Spring, Robin E. Mason, Seasons Series Book 4
November 8, 2017
BLOGWORDS – Thursday 9 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY TWO
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SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY TWO
Cover reveal Monay 13 November.
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.
Scarlett was the shrinking violet in the group. Faithful to her friends, and hiding secrets of her own. When Mercedes steps in to rescue her, she unknowlingly plucks the thread that unravels Scarlett’s whole world.
But as Scarlett strives to hold fast to what is familiar the fabric of her life continues to come undone and secrets that are best kept hidden are exposed.
#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, Seasons, Cover Reveal Day Two
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BLOGWORDS – Wednesday 8 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY ONE
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SPECIAL EDITION – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN RELEASE – COVER REVEAL DAY ONE
Cover reveal Monay 13 November.
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.
Scarlett was the shrinking violet in the group. Faithful to her friends, and hiding secrets of her own. When Mercedes steps in to rescue her, she unknowlingly plucks the thread that unravels Scarlett’s whole world.
But as Scarlett strives to hold fast to what is familiar the fabric of her life continues to come undone and secrets that are best kept hidden are exposed.
#Blogwords, Special Edition, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, Seasons, Cover Reveal Day One
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November 7, 2017
BLOGWORDS – Wednesday 8 November 2017 – WREADING WEDNESDAY – FEATURED BOOK EXCERPT – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN
WREADING WEDNESDAY – FEATURED BOOK EXCERPT – THE TILTING LEAVES OF AUTUMN
#WreadingWednedsay is now dedicated to ‘wreading’ bits and excerpts from my books!
* note: not the final cover
COMING MONDAY 13 NOVEMBER!!
We never did play tea parties like other girls. We played detective. Because that’s what Mercedes read, detective stories. And she was our Sherlock Holmes.
As children, our ventures were harmless enough. Until the day Simone fell in the river and disappeared.
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I still don’t know why they included me. The three of them were larger than life. Simone with her madcap antics, always scaring us, always making us think she had finally got hurt. Pearl was the princess. She was the debutante when we came of age, as Simone would have been… Pearl dressed the part of a young lady, while Simone had merely tolerated her trappings.
And Mercedes, well she and I were servants. But Mercedes had a confidence even Simone and Pearl didn’t possess. Mercedes was our leader. And not because she was older than us. She… never wavered. She guided us, reined us in, even Simone. Most times.
But me. I never did understand why they accepted me as their friend. Bastille House was on the complete other side of town. And I was not allowed time away. Even as a child, I was expected to account for my whereabouts every moment of the day. I suspect my mamá took many beatings as a result of the afternoons she sent me off to play with my friends.
It still haunts me. The guilt of it torments me still.
Mercedes and I were close, closer than the others. Simone and Pearl had been born into gentry, and lived in luxury their whole lives. Mercedes had only just discovered her heritage, and yet I felt I must keep childhood from her. From the others. They’d not understand; I didn’t understand it all myself.
My mother was a beautiful woman, kind and genteel, loved by everyone… almost everyone.
I was little when she died, just five years old, and I didn’t know what happened until much later, only that she went away. That’s what they told me.
My sister was sent away and I was placed in the care of Tierney, our cook. Mon père told me to call her Mamá but I could not. My dear mamá had gone but she’d come back for me, I knew she would.
I didn’t understand why I wasn’t given to the care of Alice, the nursery maid. Other than servants, Avalina and I were the only children at Bastille House and after she was gone I was alone.
Tierney was not cruel to me, but neither was she kind. She sent me off to play when I was yet a small girl, I think to keep me out from underfoot; she did her best to ensure Monsieur didn’t know, but I always suspected he knew everything that went on at Bastille House. I suspected she was punished for it, especially when I was older and she showed me a kindness of an afternoon.
Tierney tutored me and Daphne’s son, Yates. Yates was the same age as my sister and when he was older, he was sent to work in the stables. Daphne and her husband were both servants and Monsieur felt, not entitled to education. Still, Tierney made sure I did my lessons, reading and arithmetic and history. Her English was not so good and I wondered that she was so adamant that I learn my lessons in English. I wondered if that was why she was so… detached. Did she have family, perhaps? Family she had been torn away from? I never knew.
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Now, Monsieur was in a… state. Not in his right mind. And I had been party to the cause of it.
Did I feel guilty for it? Non, I did not. Perhaps I should. It was a cruel prank we had pulled. It was less than a week and by all reports, he still whimpered like a puppy in his wife’s apartments.
To her credit, Madame Gertrude rose to the occasion. She could easily have denied him, and I wondered at her softness of heart.
I didn’t go back to Bastille, not in the days since Mercedes had brought me to Alés House. It was far too risky for me to venture anywhere near Bastille, lest Monsieur Fontaine come to himself and bring me back to his clutches.
He was so different than he had been. Monsieur had not always been the monster everyone else knew. I wondered, did no one else in Saisons know of his kind heart, the generous man before… before Mamá was taken from us. Did no one remember?
I was happy in my new position with Mercedes. Acting as her Lady’s Maid was hardly a demanding position. Not at all like a scullery maid which I had been at Bastille. Grueling work that, and arduous, smelly and in a small, dark room with no windows.
At Alés House, I lived practically as a lady, free to come and go, and to spend time with my children.
Instinctively my hand went to my belly. No one knew yet but my husband Donal, and Tierney and Mercedes. Of course Mercedes knew, she always figured things out. She herself had only just given birth so she was most attuned to it.
I was most thankful the sickness had not been so severe, and what little I had experienced had passed. Now, though, I seemed sleepy all day long. While Mercedes had been most magnanimous in her gesture, she didn’t realize what she had done. And I wasn’t sure how to undo it.
Still, life as scullery maid had taken a toll on me in my previous pregnancies. My first baby, named after my husband, and his brother, Max, had both been so tiny. Jabati, my midwife, said it was from working too much, from the strain of my position. I prayed this child would be not only healthy, but perhaps not so small as his or her brothers.
I had first seen Simone some weeks ago, not long after she returned to Saisons. Even though it had been so many years, I knew it was her. Her eyes, the color of palm fronds, had stared off into nothing. I wondered was she injured.
My circumstance had created in me a cautious nature. I wanted to rush to her, sweep her into a great embrace, to know was she well. I wanted to know why she had been away and not written; why she had come to Mercedes and not myself. But Simone and Mercedes had always been so close, more like sisters than the division of their stations in life.
I suppose it would have been easy for me to be jealous of Mercedes. The Dubois family treated their servants better than some nobility I knew, as they had their slaves before the war.
But Mercedes was far too kind for me to think ill of her. To wit, her recent kindness to me and my family. And for all her good will and the generosity of her gesture, I had to find a way to undo it.
#Blogwords, Wreading Wednesday, Featured Book Except, The Long Shadows of Summer, Seasons, Chapter One, Seasons, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Winds of Spring
BLOGWORDS – Tuesday 7 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO
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SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO
“I would return again someday, at least I prayed I might. I prayed both that my friends wouldn’t search for me, and that they would. I told them not to come after me; I hoped they would.”
Decent word count yesterday, though not still not my goal!! One short errand did me in… le sigh. Still and all, progress is progress and I’m ahead of NaNo schedule.
I 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, #NaNoWriMo, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Woods of Spring
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November 6, 2017
BLOGWORDS – Monday 6 November 2017 – SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO
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SPECIAL EDITION – NANOWRIMO
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“I would return again someday, at least I prayed I might. I prayed both that my friends wouldn’t search for me, and that they would. I told them not to come after me; I hoped they would.”
I ROCKED THE NANO YESTERDAY!!! GOOOOO MEEEE!!!
Now Saturday I didn’t tock much of nuthin…..
Sad little number, eh? That’s why my goal is to average 3K per day, totally doable, totally make-uppable!
Friday was better for writing – but the day started off pretty rough, as in really bad – as in M&M’s for breakfast bad – my blood sugar had dropped!! Took some doing (and eating) to get myself evened out and by noon I was feeling pretty good!!
BONUS: my bestie and Photo Shop guru sent me the first peek at the first round of the cover for The Silent Song of Winter, and may I say, I LOVE IT!!! Sorry, cover reveal not til February, guys!!!
BUT, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn reveal is next week!!! #seewhatIdidthere
I 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!”
https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/
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“the battle for identity, one story at a time”
#Blogwords, Special Edition, #NaNoWriMo, Seasons, The Long Shadows of Summer, The Tilting Leaves of Autumn, The Silent Song of Winter, The Whispering Woods of Spring
November 5, 2017
BLOGWORDS – Sunday 5 November 2017 – FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – IF I DON’T DO IT and OTHER LIES (repost)
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FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – IF I DON’T DO IT and OTHER LIES
I spent a lot of years trying to “do it all” because either a) there was no one else to do it, or b) I just wanted to get the job done without explaining how to do it.
Both suck. As in drain the life from a body, eeking it out over time.
And it leaves you exhausted.
Be still and know.
There were many reasons I lived this way. None of them exist anymore.
I can do all things.
How many years I thought that meant Father would enable me to, well, actually DO everything. Or at least everything [I thought] I needed had to do.
Total misinterpretation.
What He’s actually saying is that anything He asks or requires of us—that is what He enables us to do. Nothing more and nothing less.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nngKEkC-P8&index=15&list=PLcplJQn6klj637Z1CTZJX57ea-mBr2bp_
He intends us to rest. To abide in Him.
I don’t have to prove myself to anyone—least of all to my heavenly Father.
And He’s the only one Who really matters.
#Blogwords, Front Porch Fellowship, #FPF, Sunday Devotion, If I Don’t Do It and Other Lies, Ephesians 4:13, Psalm 23, Psalm 46:10
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