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October 13, 2014
WELCOME to my PARTY!!! Sunday Devotional – Second Edition
Be still and know that I am God. – Psalm 46:10
Doesn’t get much simpler than that. Well, maybe not. I don’t know about you, but it’s not easy to just.sit.still. And listen. No long prayer list, no great words of intercession. Just quiet.
The art of listening. We don’t do that so much anymore. It’s all go, go, go, do, do, do, all day long. I know I struggle to not feel guilty for taking a “veg” day….,
Be. Not do. Not go. Not achieve or accomplish or strive. Not even think. Really, there’s no effort involved. He made us, we are, we’re here. If there’s any effort, it’s in not doing.
Still. Again with the not moving about. Guiltless vegging. Relaxing. Tuning out to tune in. There’s so much fluster and bluster in our lives, we don’t hear that “still small voice.” And He does tell us He speaks to us in a still, small voice. Again, sometimes it’s a great effort to be still. I know when I kick back to read or watch a movie, or nap, of course I think of a dozen things I “need” to do. Sometimes I skip the nap to do them. Sometimes I skip the to-do list to nap.
And. I pondered on this word in the verse. And. It’s not accidental, of course, and it’s not insignificant. As I pondered, Papa showed me the importance, though, of this little word. He could have just said, “Be still.” He could have said, simply, “Know that I am God.” But there’s significance to the two joined together, joined by the little word “and.” I think that in order to know, He intends for us to be still. I think He means that we have to cease our going and doing and striving. Cease, even, our thinking so that we can know. Be still and…
Know. Merriam-Webster.com says, know – verb 1. To have (information of some kind) in your mind; 2. To understand (something); 3. To have a clear and complete idea of (something); 4. To have learned (something, as a skill or a language)
To have a clear and complete idea of Someone. How can we possibly – lest we Be still? How can we possibly know God at all? And yet, this is what He desires with all His Holy heart. To know and be known.
That. Again to Merriam-Webster.com. That – conjunction 1. Used to introduce a clause that is the subject or object of a verb; 2 Used to introduce a clause that completes or explains the meaning of a previous noun or adjective or of the pronoun it; 3. Used to introduce a clause that states a reason or purpose.
Used to introduce a clause that states a reason or purpose.
Be still and know that: the reason or purpose.
I am. Who is He? What is the point of this verse? When Moses asked, upon the mountain, before the burning bush, “Whom shall I say sent me?” [In hope of finding a way out of going back to Egypt, in hope of finagling his way out of God’s assignment.] What did God say? How did He answer Moses? What Name did He give him? He told Moses to say, “I am that I am has sent you.” I am. Not even a name, but a defining quality. Not I was, or I shall be. I am. Here and now. This moment. This moment as I write, this moment as you read. This moment as Moses received it. He is outside of time, He is outside of our finite lives. He is. Unchanging. Can we really grasp that? In our ever changing, fluxing world? The One single, unchangeable constant, the great I AM. That’s Who He is. That’s the reason and purpose of this verse. I AM.
God. Indefinable. Infinite. Omniscient. Omnipotent. Ever present. We, in our definable, finite lives want to understand our world and everything in it. And we can. But He is not in our world – we are in His. He is greater than the world we can know and see and define. He is more vast than all the accumulated knowledge across the ages. We cannot, with all our combined knowledge and understanding, grasp the beginning of Him. Of who He is.
And yet. And yet, He says to, Be still. Be still and know. He meets us in that still place. He meets us in the stillness. And in that stillness, the vastness, the infiniteness of His majesty and power, of all that He is, of Who He is, converges in the hushedness upon our spirit. We cannot meet Him where He is, or as He is. So He meets us where we are and as we are.
Because He so longs for and desires to be with us. He makes it so simple. And we make it so hard. But it’s not. We need only to Be still. And. Know.
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Doesn’t get much simpler than that. Well, maybe not. I don’t know about you, but it’s not easy to just.sit.still. And listen. No long prayer list, no great words of intercession. Just quiet.
The art of listening. We don’t do that so much anymore. It’s all go, go, go, do, do, do, all day long. I know I struggle to not feel guilty for taking a “veg” day….,
Be. Not do. Not go. Not achieve or accomplish or strive. Not even think. Really, there’s no effort involved. He made us, we are, we’re here. If there’s any effort, it’s in not doing.
Still. Again with the not moving about. Guiltless vegging. Relaxing. Tuning out to tune in. There’s so much fluster and bluster in our lives, we don’t hear that “still small voice.” And He does tell us He speaks to us in a still, small voice. Again, sometimes it’s a great effort to be still. I know when I kick back to read or watch a movie, or nap, of course I think of a dozen things I “need” to do. Sometimes I skip the nap to do them. Sometimes I skip the to-do list to nap.
And. I pondered on this word in the verse. And. It’s not accidental, of course, and it’s not insignificant. As I pondered, Papa showed me the importance, though, of this little word. He could have just said, “Be still.” He could have said, simply, “Know that I am God.” But there’s significance to the two joined together, joined by the little word “and.” I think that in order to know, He intends for us to be still. I think He means that we have to cease our going and doing and striving. Cease, even, our thinking so that we can know. Be still and…
Know. Merriam-Webster.com says, know – verb 1. To have (information of some kind) in your mind; 2. To understand (something); 3. To have a clear and complete idea of (something); 4. To have learned (something, as a skill or a language)
To have a clear and complete idea of Someone. How can we possibly – lest we Be still? How can we possibly know God at all? And yet, this is what He desires with all His Holy heart. To know and be known.
That. Again to Merriam-Webster.com. That – conjunction 1. Used to introduce a clause that is the subject or object of a verb; 2 Used to introduce a clause that completes or explains the meaning of a previous noun or adjective or of the pronoun it; 3. Used to introduce a clause that states a reason or purpose.
Used to introduce a clause that states a reason or purpose.
Be still and know that: the reason or purpose.
I am. Who is He? What is the point of this verse? When Moses asked, upon the mountain, before the burning bush, “Whom shall I say sent me?” [In hope of finding a way out of going back to Egypt, in hope of finagling his way out of God’s assignment.] What did God say? How did He answer Moses? What Name did He give him? He told Moses to say, “I am that I am has sent you.” I am. Not even a name, but a defining quality. Not I was, or I shall be. I am. Here and now. This moment. This moment as I write, this moment as you read. This moment as Moses received it. He is outside of time, He is outside of our finite lives. He is. Unchanging. Can we really grasp that? In our ever changing, fluxing world? The One single, unchangeable constant, the great I AM. That’s Who He is. That’s the reason and purpose of this verse. I AM.
God. Indefinable. Infinite. Omniscient. Omnipotent. Ever present. We, in our definable, finite lives want to understand our world and everything in it. And we can. But He is not in our world – we are in His. He is greater than the world we can know and see and define. He is more vast than all the accumulated knowledge across the ages. We cannot, with all our combined knowledge and understanding, grasp the beginning of Him. Of who He is.
And yet. And yet, He says to, Be still. Be still and know. He meets us in that still place. He meets us in the stillness. And in that stillness, the vastness, the infiniteness of His majesty and power, of all that He is, of Who He is, converges in the hushedness upon our spirit. We cannot meet Him where He is, or as He is. So He meets us where we are and as we are.
Because He so longs for and desires to be with us. He makes it so simple. And we make it so hard. But it’s not. We need only to Be still. And. Know.
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October 11, 2014
¡¡¡BIENVENIDO a mi FIESTA!!! - DIA ONCE
La mes de octubre es un tiempo especial para mí:
mi novela de debut, mi niña
Tessa,
será lanzado IMPRIMIDA en Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
Short n sweet tonight.
Querido Señor, Bienvenido con nosotros. Habla con nosotros esta noche, habla con cada uno. Da la palabra que tienes para cada uno. Aviva nuestros sueños dentro de nosotros, aviva nuestra visión. Da vida a los sueños y da vida a las visiones. Revela nuestra identidad en Ti, y nuestra propósito en Tu reino.
Calma nuestras almas para oir Tu voz, para saber Tu voluntad, para caminar contigo. Somos Tuyos, Señor. Nos damos a Tí para Tu gloria. Usanos, querido Padre. En el Nombre de Jesús. Amén y amén.
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#spanish, #espanol, #sueños, #visiones, #propósito
mi novela de debut, mi niña
Tessa,
será lanzado IMPRIMIDA en Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
Short n sweet tonight.
Querido Señor, Bienvenido con nosotros. Habla con nosotros esta noche, habla con cada uno. Da la palabra que tienes para cada uno. Aviva nuestros sueños dentro de nosotros, aviva nuestra visión. Da vida a los sueños y da vida a las visiones. Revela nuestra identidad en Ti, y nuestra propósito en Tu reino.
Calma nuestras almas para oir Tu voz, para saber Tu voluntad, para caminar contigo. Somos Tuyos, Señor. Nos damos a Tí para Tu gloria. Usanos, querido Padre. En el Nombre de Jesús. Amén y amén.
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October 10, 2014
WELCOME to my PARTY!!! DAY TEN
The month of October is a special time for me:
my debut novel, my baby,
Tessa,
will be released IN PRINT on Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
CINDERELLA
I think we all know the story of Cinderella. The name “has, by analogy, come to mean one whose attributes were unrecognized, or one who unexpectedly achieves recognition or success after a period of obscurity and neglect.” [Wikipedia] My favorite retelling is the movie, Everafter, with Drew Barrymore. In this particular version, her name is Danielle, and she is the apple of her father’s eye. He is widowed, remarries, and dies soon after. Nasty wicked stepmother, of course, banishes Danielle to live as one of the servants. Yeah, yeah, we know all that!
Talk about mixed up identity roles! If ever a story told of hidden identity, I think this is it! With Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) specifically, perhaps with all mental illness, there is a question of identity. Certainly, with our spiritual aspect considered. For if we truly know who we are in Christ, we rise and conquer, we have no such struggles. Right? Don’t I wish it were so! Would that it were that easy.
But it’s not.
We are all created for a purpose. Papa God wrote our design specs at the foundation of the world, and He knew our journey from the beginning of time. He programmed each of us to fulfill that purpose, with talents and abilities, and desires specific to that purpose. Psalm 37:4, “Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desire of you heart.” I believe that the desire of our heart is what it is because He put it there. Because it’s what He wants for us.
God never intended us to walk around, head drooping, woe-begotten, “poor, pitiful me.” Rather, “The joy of the Lord is my strength and my song!” Nehemiah 8:10. I think sometimes, we think we have to be happy in order to be strong. But that’s backwards. It’s not our happiness at all. It’s His. His joy that IS our strength. It’s not about us at all, but about Him. It’s always about Him.
Funny thing about that, though. When we make it about Him, He makes it about us!
So if it’s so simple and straightforward, what’s the problem?
The problem is this little thing called free will. I know I don’t want somebody “loving” me cause I say they have to. I mean, that’s not love anyway, right? If they don’t choose to love me, then it’s empty and meaningless.
Same with God. He gave us free will because otherwise our relationship is empty and meaningless.
Enter plethora of complications. There is an enemy, you know, the one that struts around, thinking he’s “all that.” He’s not, he’s nothing. He makes noise, roars “like a lion” but he’s nothing. He has no power at all. At all. “Yup. You read that right. Hell truly has no power. Satan is a liar, that’s it. That’s his “super power.” Pretty lame. He lied right there in the Garden of Eden, “Did God really say that?”” [see post: Depression, 051114]
Interesting that quote came from my post on depression. Then again, that’s kinda the point. Lies. The enemy lies to us. Tells us we are not who God says we are. Tells us we aren’t worthy. Or, that we’re too good for God, don’t need Him. Or… countless other vain imaginations. He burdened me with the unworthy one, the not good enough.
I had to try extra hard, just so I’d have some meager scrap of attention. At least that’s how I felt. Kinda like a kid who throws a tantrum for the attention. I mean, negative attention is better than none, right? I’ve seen the memes that say neglect causes the same emotional damage as physical pain. Interesting.
I felt I had to hide who I was. I had to hide how invaluable I was. I had to – wear a mask. Of something else, anything else. I had to try to be something I’m not. No wonder I had such a hard time trying to achieve and accomplish anything. Anything. No wonder I felt so at home when I started theatre! I got to be someone else. And I got accolades for it. Not to mention, I’m good at it! wink wink
When I was a little girl, Cinderella aired on TV once a year. It was a family tradition to watch it. It starred Leslie Ann Warren, and in it she sang a song that drives this point.
Whatever I want to be. But only “in my own little corner, in my own little world.”
We all wear masks at times. We put on the proverbial happy face so our kids don’t know there’s a tragedy. Or we tone down our own exuberance when a loved one is facing a tragedy. Or the fight we just had with spouse or kids, we hide that when we get to work. Or church.
But what about the times we hide our pain from the very ones God has placed in our lives to help us with that pain? What about, the times we hide our pain from ourselves. What does that look like? It looks like multiple personalities. Or bipolar disorder. Or depression. It looks like alcoholism and drug abuse. Smoking even. It’s a mask. It’s all masks that we wear. And, I dare say, we all wear them at some time or another.
It’s only when we dare to peel the masks back, and begin to search our own soul that we can hope to find who we are. Our real and true identity. But only in light of God’s Word. How can we expect to know who He says we are, if we don’t, oh I dunno, ask Him? It’s a process, and it can be painful, grueling even, but I’m here to tell ya, it’s worth it. There’s nothing like it, nothing can compare to discovering who and what you were created to be and do. Discovering the anointing He has placed on your life, and within you.
And to be honest, it’s scary. And not just a little bit. I’m soaring into this life He’s had for me all along, and frankly, it’s terrifying. Exhilarating, but frightening at the same time. Why? Because it’s new, it’s unknown, it’s unfamiliar territory. Because I have to let go of all my “safety nets” and leave ye olde comfort zone behind. It stinks there anyway, I’m glad to leave it behind. But this new place, this soaring business – what if my parachute doesn’t open? What if I crash and burn? What if? What if? What if?
What if it works? What if it’s everything we dreamed it’d be? What if it’s more? What if Papa God is the parachute? What if He navigates our flight, and we soar places we never imagined? What if we actually learn to live as the person He designed us to be? What if?
If you haven’t already, be sure to stop by and like my Facebook page, follow me on Twitter, on my blog! Please leave me a comment, let me know you’re here!
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my debut novel, my baby,
Tessa,
will be released IN PRINT on Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
CINDERELLA
I think we all know the story of Cinderella. The name “has, by analogy, come to mean one whose attributes were unrecognized, or one who unexpectedly achieves recognition or success after a period of obscurity and neglect.” [Wikipedia] My favorite retelling is the movie, Everafter, with Drew Barrymore. In this particular version, her name is Danielle, and she is the apple of her father’s eye. He is widowed, remarries, and dies soon after. Nasty wicked stepmother, of course, banishes Danielle to live as one of the servants. Yeah, yeah, we know all that!
Talk about mixed up identity roles! If ever a story told of hidden identity, I think this is it! With Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) specifically, perhaps with all mental illness, there is a question of identity. Certainly, with our spiritual aspect considered. For if we truly know who we are in Christ, we rise and conquer, we have no such struggles. Right? Don’t I wish it were so! Would that it were that easy.
But it’s not.
We are all created for a purpose. Papa God wrote our design specs at the foundation of the world, and He knew our journey from the beginning of time. He programmed each of us to fulfill that purpose, with talents and abilities, and desires specific to that purpose. Psalm 37:4, “Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desire of you heart.” I believe that the desire of our heart is what it is because He put it there. Because it’s what He wants for us.
God never intended us to walk around, head drooping, woe-begotten, “poor, pitiful me.” Rather, “The joy of the Lord is my strength and my song!” Nehemiah 8:10. I think sometimes, we think we have to be happy in order to be strong. But that’s backwards. It’s not our happiness at all. It’s His. His joy that IS our strength. It’s not about us at all, but about Him. It’s always about Him.
Funny thing about that, though. When we make it about Him, He makes it about us!
So if it’s so simple and straightforward, what’s the problem?
The problem is this little thing called free will. I know I don’t want somebody “loving” me cause I say they have to. I mean, that’s not love anyway, right? If they don’t choose to love me, then it’s empty and meaningless.
Same with God. He gave us free will because otherwise our relationship is empty and meaningless.
Enter plethora of complications. There is an enemy, you know, the one that struts around, thinking he’s “all that.” He’s not, he’s nothing. He makes noise, roars “like a lion” but he’s nothing. He has no power at all. At all. “Yup. You read that right. Hell truly has no power. Satan is a liar, that’s it. That’s his “super power.” Pretty lame. He lied right there in the Garden of Eden, “Did God really say that?”” [see post: Depression, 051114]
Interesting that quote came from my post on depression. Then again, that’s kinda the point. Lies. The enemy lies to us. Tells us we are not who God says we are. Tells us we aren’t worthy. Or, that we’re too good for God, don’t need Him. Or… countless other vain imaginations. He burdened me with the unworthy one, the not good enough.
I had to try extra hard, just so I’d have some meager scrap of attention. At least that’s how I felt. Kinda like a kid who throws a tantrum for the attention. I mean, negative attention is better than none, right? I’ve seen the memes that say neglect causes the same emotional damage as physical pain. Interesting.
I felt I had to hide who I was. I had to hide how invaluable I was. I had to – wear a mask. Of something else, anything else. I had to try to be something I’m not. No wonder I had such a hard time trying to achieve and accomplish anything. Anything. No wonder I felt so at home when I started theatre! I got to be someone else. And I got accolades for it. Not to mention, I’m good at it! wink wink
When I was a little girl, Cinderella aired on TV once a year. It was a family tradition to watch it. It starred Leslie Ann Warren, and in it she sang a song that drives this point.
Whatever I want to be. But only “in my own little corner, in my own little world.”
We all wear masks at times. We put on the proverbial happy face so our kids don’t know there’s a tragedy. Or we tone down our own exuberance when a loved one is facing a tragedy. Or the fight we just had with spouse or kids, we hide that when we get to work. Or church.
But what about the times we hide our pain from the very ones God has placed in our lives to help us with that pain? What about, the times we hide our pain from ourselves. What does that look like? It looks like multiple personalities. Or bipolar disorder. Or depression. It looks like alcoholism and drug abuse. Smoking even. It’s a mask. It’s all masks that we wear. And, I dare say, we all wear them at some time or another.
It’s only when we dare to peel the masks back, and begin to search our own soul that we can hope to find who we are. Our real and true identity. But only in light of God’s Word. How can we expect to know who He says we are, if we don’t, oh I dunno, ask Him? It’s a process, and it can be painful, grueling even, but I’m here to tell ya, it’s worth it. There’s nothing like it, nothing can compare to discovering who and what you were created to be and do. Discovering the anointing He has placed on your life, and within you.
And to be honest, it’s scary. And not just a little bit. I’m soaring into this life He’s had for me all along, and frankly, it’s terrifying. Exhilarating, but frightening at the same time. Why? Because it’s new, it’s unknown, it’s unfamiliar territory. Because I have to let go of all my “safety nets” and leave ye olde comfort zone behind. It stinks there anyway, I’m glad to leave it behind. But this new place, this soaring business – what if my parachute doesn’t open? What if I crash and burn? What if? What if? What if?
What if it works? What if it’s everything we dreamed it’d be? What if it’s more? What if Papa God is the parachute? What if He navigates our flight, and we soar places we never imagined? What if we actually learn to live as the person He designed us to be? What if?
If you haven’t already, be sure to stop by and like my Facebook page, follow me on Twitter, on my blog! Please leave me a comment, let me know you’re here!
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http://www.amazon.com/Robin-E.-Mason/...
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
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October 9, 2014
WELCOME to my PARTY!!! – AUTHOR INTERVIEW #1
The month of October is a special time for me:
my debut novel, my baby,
Tessa,
will be released IN PRINT on Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
I’d like to give a big welcome to Sally Bradley to my blog. Sally, you are my first ever Author interview! Thank you for joining me today. I’m excited to have you here.
Sally Bradley writes big-city fiction with real issues and real hope. A Chicagoan since age five, she now lives in the Kansas City area with her family, but they still get back to Chicago once in a while for important things—like good pizza and a White Sox game. Fiction has been her passion since childhood, and she’s thrilled now to be writing books that not only entertain, but point back to Christ. A freelance fiction editor, you can find Sally at sallybradley.com and on Facebook at Sally Bradley, Writer. Kept is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo
Robin E. Mason: Sally, you majored in English, what prompted that love to make you choose that as your major?
Sally Bradley: I wanted to write! That’s all it was. I’ve wanted to write fiction since I was nine, and a degree in English seemed like the best option. The ins and outs of the English language do seem to come easy to me, and I attribute that to God making me that way because of what He wanted me to do. I’m not an English nerd, honestly, and will not correct your grammar and word usage. Unless your last name is Bradley, I’ve changed your diapers, and you live in my house.
rem: I’m a language aficionado too, especially etymology and word history, and I agree it’s God imparted. Tell us a little about your writing journey.
SB: I wrote books all through high school and junior high. Took college off because I had these college papers to write! Once I got out, I started writing again, thanks to a much-needed prod from my husband, and have been writing for the last seventeen years. I’ve had interest from agents and editors a number of times, and some even asked to see other manuscripts, but they never seemed to want the book I was writing at the time. I’ve come to realize I write fiction outside of CBA’s box. Combine that with being a no-name with no track record, and my fiction was too much of a risk.
rem: If you could choose to be a character in a book, who would it be and why?
SB: This is tough. I really enjoyed Bodie Thoene’s series on pre-World War II Europe. Elisa Murphy was gorgeous and talented, and who wouldn’t want that? Plus her life had a lot of drama that turned out well. And all that drama was for a good cause. So I’d probably say her!
rem: Gorgeous, talented, and drama for a good cause – why not indeed! What is your writing process? Do you follow a regular routine?
SB: I’d love to follow a regular routine, but life doesn’t allow that. I’m a homeschooling mom plus a pastor’s wife. So there’s always something popping up that I need to take care of. Typically, though, school takes up the morning, and my writing and editing gets the afternoon. And sometimes the evening.
rem: Kudos to you! I’ve several friends who home school, I understand the commitment. What was your inspiration for “Kept?”
SB: Kept came straight from ESPN’s SportsCenter! The show ran a series on temptations pro athletes face, and one of them was about women who made their living off pro athletes. One woman they interviewed was completely silhouetted, but she did have a very unique short haircut. As the interview went on, she confessed that not only was she “kept” by one pro athlete, being available only to him when his team came to town, but by a second—and each man thought they were the only one. My immediate thought was, Honey, I hope you’re wearing a wig. Or they know now.
I couldn’t get her out of my head and had to figure out what would make her live that way and what it would take for her to see—and want—the truth. Plus she just needed a truly happy ending.
rem: It released last month; what were some of your release events?
SB: I’ve done a number of blog tours and shared images with quotes from the book, given away a number of copies and tried to really connect with readers to thank them for spending their time and money on me.
rem: I know readers appreciate that! Do you have your next story in mind?
SB: I have three stories in mind. I’m debating what should be next. I’d love to do a sequel to Kept, but I kinda don’t have a plot yet so... I’ll probably either rewrite a previous book or finish another one I’m super excited about.
rem: A sequel to Kept would be most interesting! I look forward to that! What do you think is significant about Christian fiction? How has being a novelist impacted your relationship with Christ?
SB: I think in today’s world Christian fiction provides readers another option from much of the general market fiction. So much of that is filled with graphic sex and violence, and we know that stuff can’t come into us and not affect us! My dream has always been to write fiction that’s really well done but also entertains—and provides a safe haven for readers. We so need that in today’s culture!
I really like your second question! No one’s asked me that before. It’s done so much—given me the chance to look at spiritual things from another viewpoint, maybe. When I was writing Kept, I got to experience the first few chapters of John through the eyes of someone who was wondering about God—and coming at it from that viewpoint was a lot of fun.
It’s also forced me to trust God and go to Him for wisdom. Writing is such a hard career! I don’t know how those who don’t believe in God stay sane because I remind myself over and over that God is in control. He hasn’t slipped up with me or forgotten me. He’s got a plan for me. That’s such a huge comfort.
rem: And I love your response! As a fellow Christian author, I agree that all we do as believers, should take us deeper into our own relationship with God. He surely keeps His hand on us, in sometimes the most surprising ways! We are in this world, but not of it!
What do you enjoy most about being a writer? What is the hardest aspect of being a writer?
SB: I’ve found that my favourite part of writing is the part I’m doing right now. I love the editing process. I’m a freelance fiction editor, in fact, and there’s nothing as fun as seeing a story come together and become something special. Because of this, I always fear that rough draft/creating stage. But once I get into it—wow, do I love it! I can’t tell you how many times I caught myself grinning as I wrote or getting all emotional in those tough scenes. For me, the story really happens as I write—I don’t know what’s coming!—so it’s as close as I get to experiencing the story the way my readers do. And it’s a ton of fun.
rem: So you’re a “pantzer” writer too? LOL Sally, thank you for being my very first interviewee! I’ve enjoyed having you on my blog, and getting to know a little more about Sally Bradley the person. Good luck with Kept! I look forward to your next big hit!
Life has taught Miska Tomlinson that there are no honorable men. Her womanizing brothers, her absentee father, and Mark, the married baseball player who claims to love her—all have proven undependable. But Miska has life under control. She runs her editing business from her luxury condo, stays fit with daily jogs along Chicago's lakefront, and in her free time blogs anonymously about life as a kept woman.
Enter new neighbor Dillan Foster. Between his unexpected friendship and her father's sudden reappearance, Miska loses control of her orderly life. Her relationship with Mark deteriorates, and Miska can't help comparing him to Dillan. His religious views are so foreign, yet the way he treats her is something she's longed for. But Dillan discovers exactly who she is and what she has done. Too late she finds herself longing for a man who is determined to never look her way again.
When her blog receives unexpected national press, Miska realizes that her anonymity was an illusion. Caught in a scandal about to break across the nation, Miska wonders if the God Dillan talks about would bother with a woman like her—a woman who's gone too far and done too much.
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my debut novel, my baby,
Tessa,
will be released IN PRINT on Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
I’d like to give a big welcome to Sally Bradley to my blog. Sally, you are my first ever Author interview! Thank you for joining me today. I’m excited to have you here.
Sally Bradley writes big-city fiction with real issues and real hope. A Chicagoan since age five, she now lives in the Kansas City area with her family, but they still get back to Chicago once in a while for important things—like good pizza and a White Sox game. Fiction has been her passion since childhood, and she’s thrilled now to be writing books that not only entertain, but point back to Christ. A freelance fiction editor, you can find Sally at sallybradley.com and on Facebook at Sally Bradley, Writer. Kept is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo
Robin E. Mason: Sally, you majored in English, what prompted that love to make you choose that as your major?
Sally Bradley: I wanted to write! That’s all it was. I’ve wanted to write fiction since I was nine, and a degree in English seemed like the best option. The ins and outs of the English language do seem to come easy to me, and I attribute that to God making me that way because of what He wanted me to do. I’m not an English nerd, honestly, and will not correct your grammar and word usage. Unless your last name is Bradley, I’ve changed your diapers, and you live in my house.
rem: I’m a language aficionado too, especially etymology and word history, and I agree it’s God imparted. Tell us a little about your writing journey.
SB: I wrote books all through high school and junior high. Took college off because I had these college papers to write! Once I got out, I started writing again, thanks to a much-needed prod from my husband, and have been writing for the last seventeen years. I’ve had interest from agents and editors a number of times, and some even asked to see other manuscripts, but they never seemed to want the book I was writing at the time. I’ve come to realize I write fiction outside of CBA’s box. Combine that with being a no-name with no track record, and my fiction was too much of a risk.
rem: If you could choose to be a character in a book, who would it be and why?
SB: This is tough. I really enjoyed Bodie Thoene’s series on pre-World War II Europe. Elisa Murphy was gorgeous and talented, and who wouldn’t want that? Plus her life had a lot of drama that turned out well. And all that drama was for a good cause. So I’d probably say her!
rem: Gorgeous, talented, and drama for a good cause – why not indeed! What is your writing process? Do you follow a regular routine?
SB: I’d love to follow a regular routine, but life doesn’t allow that. I’m a homeschooling mom plus a pastor’s wife. So there’s always something popping up that I need to take care of. Typically, though, school takes up the morning, and my writing and editing gets the afternoon. And sometimes the evening.
rem: Kudos to you! I’ve several friends who home school, I understand the commitment. What was your inspiration for “Kept?”
SB: Kept came straight from ESPN’s SportsCenter! The show ran a series on temptations pro athletes face, and one of them was about women who made their living off pro athletes. One woman they interviewed was completely silhouetted, but she did have a very unique short haircut. As the interview went on, she confessed that not only was she “kept” by one pro athlete, being available only to him when his team came to town, but by a second—and each man thought they were the only one. My immediate thought was, Honey, I hope you’re wearing a wig. Or they know now.
I couldn’t get her out of my head and had to figure out what would make her live that way and what it would take for her to see—and want—the truth. Plus she just needed a truly happy ending.
rem: It released last month; what were some of your release events?
SB: I’ve done a number of blog tours and shared images with quotes from the book, given away a number of copies and tried to really connect with readers to thank them for spending their time and money on me.
rem: I know readers appreciate that! Do you have your next story in mind?
SB: I have three stories in mind. I’m debating what should be next. I’d love to do a sequel to Kept, but I kinda don’t have a plot yet so... I’ll probably either rewrite a previous book or finish another one I’m super excited about.
rem: A sequel to Kept would be most interesting! I look forward to that! What do you think is significant about Christian fiction? How has being a novelist impacted your relationship with Christ?
SB: I think in today’s world Christian fiction provides readers another option from much of the general market fiction. So much of that is filled with graphic sex and violence, and we know that stuff can’t come into us and not affect us! My dream has always been to write fiction that’s really well done but also entertains—and provides a safe haven for readers. We so need that in today’s culture!
I really like your second question! No one’s asked me that before. It’s done so much—given me the chance to look at spiritual things from another viewpoint, maybe. When I was writing Kept, I got to experience the first few chapters of John through the eyes of someone who was wondering about God—and coming at it from that viewpoint was a lot of fun.
It’s also forced me to trust God and go to Him for wisdom. Writing is such a hard career! I don’t know how those who don’t believe in God stay sane because I remind myself over and over that God is in control. He hasn’t slipped up with me or forgotten me. He’s got a plan for me. That’s such a huge comfort.
rem: And I love your response! As a fellow Christian author, I agree that all we do as believers, should take us deeper into our own relationship with God. He surely keeps His hand on us, in sometimes the most surprising ways! We are in this world, but not of it!
What do you enjoy most about being a writer? What is the hardest aspect of being a writer?
SB: I’ve found that my favourite part of writing is the part I’m doing right now. I love the editing process. I’m a freelance fiction editor, in fact, and there’s nothing as fun as seeing a story come together and become something special. Because of this, I always fear that rough draft/creating stage. But once I get into it—wow, do I love it! I can’t tell you how many times I caught myself grinning as I wrote or getting all emotional in those tough scenes. For me, the story really happens as I write—I don’t know what’s coming!—so it’s as close as I get to experiencing the story the way my readers do. And it’s a ton of fun.
rem: So you’re a “pantzer” writer too? LOL Sally, thank you for being my very first interviewee! I’ve enjoyed having you on my blog, and getting to know a little more about Sally Bradley the person. Good luck with Kept! I look forward to your next big hit!
Life has taught Miska Tomlinson that there are no honorable men. Her womanizing brothers, her absentee father, and Mark, the married baseball player who claims to love her—all have proven undependable. But Miska has life under control. She runs her editing business from her luxury condo, stays fit with daily jogs along Chicago's lakefront, and in her free time blogs anonymously about life as a kept woman.
Enter new neighbor Dillan Foster. Between his unexpected friendship and her father's sudden reappearance, Miska loses control of her orderly life. Her relationship with Mark deteriorates, and Miska can't help comparing him to Dillan. His religious views are so foreign, yet the way he treats her is something she's longed for. But Dillan discovers exactly who she is and what she has done. Too late she finds herself longing for a man who is determined to never look her way again.
When her blog receives unexpected national press, Miska realizes that her anonymity was an illusion. Caught in a scandal about to break across the nation, Miska wonders if the God Dillan talks about would bother with a woman like her—a woman who's gone too far and done too much.
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#sallybradley, #kept, #debutnovel, #bodiethoene, #honorablemen, #scandal
October 8, 2014
WELCOME to my PARTY!!! - IMPRESSIONISM
The month of October is a special time for me:
my debut novel, my baby,
Tessa,
will be released IN PRINT on Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
IMPRESSIONISM
note: information on the art form of impressionism, I lifted straight from Wikipedia.
Cassie’s favorite genre of art was impressionism, her favorite painter, Berthe Morisot, and she strove to imitate the famed artist with her own works. Cassie achieved her goal.
Cassie’s favorite scenes were of the outdoors, and she tended to favor paintings with mothers and children, although she did not paint them herself; it was bittersweet to her. But she did enjoy looking at and studying what other artists painted.
“Impressionism is a 19th-century art movement that originated with a group of Paris-based artists. Their independent exhibitions brought them to prominence during the 1870s and 1880s, in spite of harsh opposition from the conventional art community in France. The name of the style derives from the title of a Claude Monet work, Impression, soleil levant (Impression, Sunrise), which provoked the critic Louis Leroy to coin the term in a satirical review published in the Parisian newspaper Le Charivari.
Impressionist painting characteristics include relatively small, thin, yet visible brush strokes, open composition, emphasis on accurate depiction of light in its changing qualities (often accentuating the effects of the passage of time), ordinary subject matter, inclusion of movement as a crucial element of human perception and experience, and unusual visual angles. The development of Impressionism in the visual arts was soon followed by analogous styles in other media that became known as impressionist music and impressionist literature.” [taken from Wikipedia]
Cassie liked the embracing beauty of the style, the realism minus the harshness that was how she perceived her mother’s work, who painted photo realistic slick images, cosmopolitan city images.
“Radicals in their time, early Impressionists violated the rules of academic painting. They constructed their pictures from freely brushed colors that took precedence over lines and contours, following the example of painters such as Eugène Delacroix and J. M. W. Turner. They also painted realistic scenes of modern life, and often painted outdoors. Previously, still lifes and portraits as well as landscapes were usually painted in a studio. The Impressionists found that they could capture the momentary and transient effects of sunlight by painting en plein air. They portrayed overall visual effects instead of details, and used short "broken" brush strokes of mixed and pure unmixed color—not blended smoothly or shaded, as was customary—to achieve an effect of intense color vibration.
Impressionism emerged in France at the same time that a number of other painters, including the Italian artists known as the Macchiaioli, and Winslow Homer in the United States, were also exploring plein-air painting. The Impressionists, however, developed new techniques specific to the style. Encompassing what its adherents argued was a different way of seeing, it is an art of immediacy and movement, of candid poses and compositions, of the play of light expressed in a bright and varied use of color.
The public, at first hostile, gradually came to believe that the Impressionists had captured a fresh and original vision, even if the art critics and art establishment disapproved of the new style.
By recreating the sensation in the eye that views the subject, rather than delineating the details of the subject, and by creating a welter of techniques and forms, Impressionism is a precursor of various painting styles, including Neo-Impressionism, Post-Impressionism, Fauvism, and Cubism.
In the middle of the 19th century—a time of change, as Emperor Napoleon III rebuilt Paris and waged war—the Académie des Beaux-Arts dominated French art. The Académie was the preserver of traditional French painting standards of content and style. Historical subjects, religious themes, and portraits were valued; landscape and still life were not. The Académie preferred carefully finished images that looked realistic when examined closely. Paintings in this style were made up of precise brush strokes carefully blended to hide the artist's hand in the work. Color was restrained and often toned down further by the application of a golden varnish.
The Académie had an annual, juried art show, the Salon de Paris, and artists whose work was displayed in the show won prizes, garnered commissions, and enhanced their prestige. The standards of the juries represented the values of the Académie, represented by the works of such artists as Jean-Léon Gérôme and Alexandre Cabanel.
In the early 1860s, four young painters—Claude Monet, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Alfred Sisley, and Frédéric Bazille—met while studying under the academic artist Charles Gleyre. They discovered that they shared an interest in painting landscape and contemporary life rather than historical or mythological scenes. Following a practice that had become increasingly popular by mid-century, they often ventured into the countryside together to paint in the open air, but not for the purpose of making sketches to be developed into carefully finished works in the studio, as was the usual custom. By painting in sunlight directly from nature, and making bold use of the vivid synthetic pigments that had become available since the beginning of the century, they began to develop a lighter and brighter manner of painting that extended further the Realism of Gustave Courbet and the Barbizon school. A favorite meeting place for the artists was the Café Guerbois on Avenue de Clichy in Paris, where the discussions were often led by Édouard Manet, whom the younger artists greatly admired. They were soon joined by Camille Pissarro, Paul Cézanne, and Armand Guillaumin.” [Wikipedia]
It didn’t occur to Cassie to try and emulate her mother’s work. It never crossed her mind that it might have drawn them closer. Cassie just painted, she visualized, and transferred from her mind’s eye to the canvas before her.
While Cassie appreciated the work of Mary Cassatt, as an artist, she could not enjoy the famed painting by the artist, The Child’s Bath. It was a bittersweet sentiment to her, the closeness of mother and child, and was reminiscent to her of a bath incident from her own childhood in which Marni tried to give time to Cassie, to bathe her child, who was three at the time. It seemed, though, that the touch of her child’s skin was repulsive to her, and she left Cassie to sit in water that turned cold until Vandy came to finish the task. Cassie threw the artist out with the painted bathwater, as it were.
In a juxtaposition of preference, however, Cassie did enjoy viewing paintings of mothers and children. She refused, could not bring herself to paint such idyllic settings however.
Cassie’s all-time favorite painting, which evoked both her mother instinct, and the longing for her mother, was Berthe Morisot’s The Cradle. Cassie owned a framed print, and could sit for hours gazing upon the image, basking in the sentiment of it.
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
#impressionism; #berthemorisot, #monet, #renoir, #marycassatt, #bathtime, #rejection
my debut novel, my baby,
Tessa,
will be released IN PRINT on Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
IMPRESSIONISM
note: information on the art form of impressionism, I lifted straight from Wikipedia.
Cassie’s favorite genre of art was impressionism, her favorite painter, Berthe Morisot, and she strove to imitate the famed artist with her own works. Cassie achieved her goal.
Cassie’s favorite scenes were of the outdoors, and she tended to favor paintings with mothers and children, although she did not paint them herself; it was bittersweet to her. But she did enjoy looking at and studying what other artists painted.
“Impressionism is a 19th-century art movement that originated with a group of Paris-based artists. Their independent exhibitions brought them to prominence during the 1870s and 1880s, in spite of harsh opposition from the conventional art community in France. The name of the style derives from the title of a Claude Monet work, Impression, soleil levant (Impression, Sunrise), which provoked the critic Louis Leroy to coin the term in a satirical review published in the Parisian newspaper Le Charivari.
Impressionist painting characteristics include relatively small, thin, yet visible brush strokes, open composition, emphasis on accurate depiction of light in its changing qualities (often accentuating the effects of the passage of time), ordinary subject matter, inclusion of movement as a crucial element of human perception and experience, and unusual visual angles. The development of Impressionism in the visual arts was soon followed by analogous styles in other media that became known as impressionist music and impressionist literature.” [taken from Wikipedia]
Cassie liked the embracing beauty of the style, the realism minus the harshness that was how she perceived her mother’s work, who painted photo realistic slick images, cosmopolitan city images.
“Radicals in their time, early Impressionists violated the rules of academic painting. They constructed their pictures from freely brushed colors that took precedence over lines and contours, following the example of painters such as Eugène Delacroix and J. M. W. Turner. They also painted realistic scenes of modern life, and often painted outdoors. Previously, still lifes and portraits as well as landscapes were usually painted in a studio. The Impressionists found that they could capture the momentary and transient effects of sunlight by painting en plein air. They portrayed overall visual effects instead of details, and used short "broken" brush strokes of mixed and pure unmixed color—not blended smoothly or shaded, as was customary—to achieve an effect of intense color vibration.
Impressionism emerged in France at the same time that a number of other painters, including the Italian artists known as the Macchiaioli, and Winslow Homer in the United States, were also exploring plein-air painting. The Impressionists, however, developed new techniques specific to the style. Encompassing what its adherents argued was a different way of seeing, it is an art of immediacy and movement, of candid poses and compositions, of the play of light expressed in a bright and varied use of color.
The public, at first hostile, gradually came to believe that the Impressionists had captured a fresh and original vision, even if the art critics and art establishment disapproved of the new style.
By recreating the sensation in the eye that views the subject, rather than delineating the details of the subject, and by creating a welter of techniques and forms, Impressionism is a precursor of various painting styles, including Neo-Impressionism, Post-Impressionism, Fauvism, and Cubism.
In the middle of the 19th century—a time of change, as Emperor Napoleon III rebuilt Paris and waged war—the Académie des Beaux-Arts dominated French art. The Académie was the preserver of traditional French painting standards of content and style. Historical subjects, religious themes, and portraits were valued; landscape and still life were not. The Académie preferred carefully finished images that looked realistic when examined closely. Paintings in this style were made up of precise brush strokes carefully blended to hide the artist's hand in the work. Color was restrained and often toned down further by the application of a golden varnish.
The Académie had an annual, juried art show, the Salon de Paris, and artists whose work was displayed in the show won prizes, garnered commissions, and enhanced their prestige. The standards of the juries represented the values of the Académie, represented by the works of such artists as Jean-Léon Gérôme and Alexandre Cabanel.
In the early 1860s, four young painters—Claude Monet, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Alfred Sisley, and Frédéric Bazille—met while studying under the academic artist Charles Gleyre. They discovered that they shared an interest in painting landscape and contemporary life rather than historical or mythological scenes. Following a practice that had become increasingly popular by mid-century, they often ventured into the countryside together to paint in the open air, but not for the purpose of making sketches to be developed into carefully finished works in the studio, as was the usual custom. By painting in sunlight directly from nature, and making bold use of the vivid synthetic pigments that had become available since the beginning of the century, they began to develop a lighter and brighter manner of painting that extended further the Realism of Gustave Courbet and the Barbizon school. A favorite meeting place for the artists was the Café Guerbois on Avenue de Clichy in Paris, where the discussions were often led by Édouard Manet, whom the younger artists greatly admired. They were soon joined by Camille Pissarro, Paul Cézanne, and Armand Guillaumin.” [Wikipedia]
It didn’t occur to Cassie to try and emulate her mother’s work. It never crossed her mind that it might have drawn them closer. Cassie just painted, she visualized, and transferred from her mind’s eye to the canvas before her.
While Cassie appreciated the work of Mary Cassatt, as an artist, she could not enjoy the famed painting by the artist, The Child’s Bath. It was a bittersweet sentiment to her, the closeness of mother and child, and was reminiscent to her of a bath incident from her own childhood in which Marni tried to give time to Cassie, to bathe her child, who was three at the time. It seemed, though, that the touch of her child’s skin was repulsive to her, and she left Cassie to sit in water that turned cold until Vandy came to finish the task. Cassie threw the artist out with the painted bathwater, as it were.
In a juxtaposition of preference, however, Cassie did enjoy viewing paintings of mothers and children. She refused, could not bring herself to paint such idyllic settings however.
Cassie’s all-time favorite painting, which evoked both her mother instinct, and the longing for her mother, was Berthe Morisot’s The Cradle. Cassie owned a framed print, and could sit for hours gazing upon the image, basking in the sentiment of it.
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#impressionism; #berthemorisot, #monet, #renoir, #marycassatt, #bathtime, #rejection
October 7, 2014
WELCOME to my PARTY!!! – BOOK REVIEW #1
The month of October is a special time for me:
my debut novel, my baby,
Tessa,
will be released IN PRINT on Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
BOOK REVIEW – PROOF by JORDYN REDWOOD
What do you do when you’re an ER doctor and an atheist? What do you do when you tend a pregnant patient who is the victim of a serial rapist? What do you do when you butt heads with the detective on the case? Meet Dr. Lilly Reeves as she begins a journey that will take her on first one twist and then another, searching for answers that defy medical evidence. Lilly first sets out on her quest to answer unanswerable questions. DNA evidence “clears [the] suspected serial rapist” but Lilly has to find a way to prove otherwise. With well-guarded secrets of her own, her quest brings her face to face, not only with an unthinkable monster, but with her own past as well.
A critical and emergency care nurse, Ms. Redwood has also woven her knowledge of all things medical into her story as neatly as a pin. Or syringe, so to speak. In fact, Proof hinges on medical fact and conditions to create not only a medical mystery, but a seeming perfect crime. Ms. Redwood has spun a tale of high intrigue and suspense, layering first one twist and then another.
God sends people into each of our lives for reasons we may not recognize at the time. Ms. Redwood has placed such characters in Lilly’s life, both long term acquaintances and passers-by, who speak the necessary word in season. Little by little, step by step, Lilly is transformed from her once self-destructive behavior. Just as we all are on our journey in life.
Ms. Redwood is a true story teller, pulling the reader in, feeding us bits and pieces to keep us reading through to the climactic ending. Proof is the first in the Bloodline Trilogy, and leaves me eager to read the sister books, Poison and Peril.
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my debut novel, my baby,
Tessa,
will be released IN PRINT on Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
BOOK REVIEW – PROOF by JORDYN REDWOOD
What do you do when you’re an ER doctor and an atheist? What do you do when you tend a pregnant patient who is the victim of a serial rapist? What do you do when you butt heads with the detective on the case? Meet Dr. Lilly Reeves as she begins a journey that will take her on first one twist and then another, searching for answers that defy medical evidence. Lilly first sets out on her quest to answer unanswerable questions. DNA evidence “clears [the] suspected serial rapist” but Lilly has to find a way to prove otherwise. With well-guarded secrets of her own, her quest brings her face to face, not only with an unthinkable monster, but with her own past as well.
A critical and emergency care nurse, Ms. Redwood has also woven her knowledge of all things medical into her story as neatly as a pin. Or syringe, so to speak. In fact, Proof hinges on medical fact and conditions to create not only a medical mystery, but a seeming perfect crime. Ms. Redwood has spun a tale of high intrigue and suspense, layering first one twist and then another.
God sends people into each of our lives for reasons we may not recognize at the time. Ms. Redwood has placed such characters in Lilly’s life, both long term acquaintances and passers-by, who speak the necessary word in season. Little by little, step by step, Lilly is transformed from her once self-destructive behavior. Just as we all are on our journey in life.
Ms. Redwood is a true story teller, pulling the reader in, feeding us bits and pieces to keep us reading through to the climactic ending. Proof is the first in the Bloodline Trilogy, and leaves me eager to read the sister books, Poison and Peril.
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October 6, 2014
WELCOME to my PARTY!!! DAY SIX – FIRST CONTEST!!
The month of October is a special time for me:
my debut novel, my baby,
Tessa,
will be released IN PRINT on Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
Tessa is wearing a mask because she is hiding something. My first contest begins today and goes through the Day of the Event: post an image of a mask on the Facebook Event Page. It can be a Google or Pinterest image, or one you take. It can be a pic of you wearing a mask or not. (If you take a pic of someone else, please be sure to get permission to post. We want to exercise courtesy.) On the Day of the Event, I will randomly select one entry as the winner.
http://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robin-...
http://www.amazon.com/Robin-E.-Mason/...
https://twitter.com/amythyst212
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
my debut novel, my baby,
Tessa,
will be released IN PRINT on Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
Tessa is wearing a mask because she is hiding something. My first contest begins today and goes through the Day of the Event: post an image of a mask on the Facebook Event Page. It can be a Google or Pinterest image, or one you take. It can be a pic of you wearing a mask or not. (If you take a pic of someone else, please be sure to get permission to post. We want to exercise courtesy.) On the Day of the Event, I will randomly select one entry as the winner.
http://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robin-...
http://www.amazon.com/Robin-E.-Mason/...
https://twitter.com/amythyst212
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
October 5, 2014
WELCOME to my PARTY!!! Sunday Devotional – First Edition
Speak the truth of the Word of God in love, that you may grow up in all things into Him who is the head, Christ Jesus. – Ephesians 4:15
Sandi Krakowski posted yesterday: “Pay VERY close attention to your words. Stop saying, “I’m so tired. Nothing works for me.” Instead speak LIFE & hope! #BEMORE”
We don’t give enough credit to the words that come out of our mouths. We’re all guilty. We say things like, “Why can’t I catch a break?” and “What is wrong with me?” and “Nothing ever goes right for me.” And then we wonder why we don’t ‘catch a break’ and ‘what is wrong with us’ and why ‘nothing ever goes right.’
It’s because we said it. WE said it. With our own mouth. “I’m so stupid, I can’t do anything right.” That might not make us stupid, but it DOES make us BELIEVE we are.
Our brains are wired to respond to the sound of our own voice. So what WE say, has the greatest influence on our lives, and who we are. And our destiny.
Twenty-five years ago, I “happened” to pick up a little booklet, you know the ones that are stapled and no bigger than an index card. It was called, The Power of the Spoken Word by Charles Capps. God created everything by speaking it. Period. Didn’t go to Hobby Lobby or Lowe’s or Home Depot. Didn’t gather supplies or set up a studio or a workshop. He just spoke. Said words. And created. With words. God created stuff with words. Words have power. Reading that changed my life. Didn’t happen instantly, overnight, but as I meditated on what he wrote, something began to happen. In his booklet, Mr. Capps included several Scriptures to “take” as a Spiritual prescription, i.e. speak them over yourself. Myself. Daily, or multiple times daily. I did this. I started doing this.
Over the course of time, weeks, months, years, those words began to take root in my soul. In my mind. In my spirit. And I began to change. This is THE single greatest – and yet simplest – tool that changed my life. Changed me from the “invisiblet” I once was, to the “shining star” (it’s what my name means!) that I know myself to be today.
I’m a word person. I understand the value of choosing the right word. I cannot even select a greeting card that expresses a sentiment that I don’t feel. (Anymore, I make my own anyway!) In my writing, I belabor my word choices, it has to say exactly what I want it to say; I can’t assume my reader will get it otherwise.
The Scriptures that Mr. Capps used in his booklet, he personalized, made them first person. It’s God’s Word, He is speaking to us, as individuals. It’s not blasphemy to make Scripture personal, it’s the intent God wants to begin with! In all Scripture, God is speaking to us. I, of course, have taken it further and taken liberty to personalize deeper, tailor scripting them for Robin.
My key Scripture for today, then, looks like this:
“I speak the truth of the Word of God in love, and I grow up into the Lord Jesus Christ in all things.” I speak, me, Robin E. Mason, speak God’s Word. And it changes my life. It changed me.
We all know the verse in Proverbs, don’t’ we, “Death and life are in the power of the tongue.” (chapter 18, verse 21) And in Deuteronomy, chapter 30, verse 19, “… I have set before you, life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that both you and your descendants may live; that you may love the Lord your God, that you may obey His voice, and that you may cling to Him, for He is your life and the length of your days; and that you may dwell in the land which the Lord swore to your fathers, to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, to give them.”
Did you see that? Choose. Choose. God will not force us to do or way what brings life and blessing. He shows us what to do, how to do it, then gives us the choice. How can we go ranting, letting garbage come out of our mouths – and then blame God when things fall apart? It doesn’t work that way.
Speak the Word. Stand on the Word. Cling to the Word. Trust in the Word. Faith, however, is not an ATM in which we can make instant withdrawals. It is an exercise, it takes time to build it up. And it starts with the Word of God. Speak it today. Harness your tongue, cease the destructive words, the sabotage of your purpose and destiny. Speak life, speak the Word of God and grow up, spiritually, in Christ.
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Sandi Krakowski posted yesterday: “Pay VERY close attention to your words. Stop saying, “I’m so tired. Nothing works for me.” Instead speak LIFE & hope! #BEMORE”
We don’t give enough credit to the words that come out of our mouths. We’re all guilty. We say things like, “Why can’t I catch a break?” and “What is wrong with me?” and “Nothing ever goes right for me.” And then we wonder why we don’t ‘catch a break’ and ‘what is wrong with us’ and why ‘nothing ever goes right.’
It’s because we said it. WE said it. With our own mouth. “I’m so stupid, I can’t do anything right.” That might not make us stupid, but it DOES make us BELIEVE we are.
Our brains are wired to respond to the sound of our own voice. So what WE say, has the greatest influence on our lives, and who we are. And our destiny.
Twenty-five years ago, I “happened” to pick up a little booklet, you know the ones that are stapled and no bigger than an index card. It was called, The Power of the Spoken Word by Charles Capps. God created everything by speaking it. Period. Didn’t go to Hobby Lobby or Lowe’s or Home Depot. Didn’t gather supplies or set up a studio or a workshop. He just spoke. Said words. And created. With words. God created stuff with words. Words have power. Reading that changed my life. Didn’t happen instantly, overnight, but as I meditated on what he wrote, something began to happen. In his booklet, Mr. Capps included several Scriptures to “take” as a Spiritual prescription, i.e. speak them over yourself. Myself. Daily, or multiple times daily. I did this. I started doing this.
Over the course of time, weeks, months, years, those words began to take root in my soul. In my mind. In my spirit. And I began to change. This is THE single greatest – and yet simplest – tool that changed my life. Changed me from the “invisiblet” I once was, to the “shining star” (it’s what my name means!) that I know myself to be today.
I’m a word person. I understand the value of choosing the right word. I cannot even select a greeting card that expresses a sentiment that I don’t feel. (Anymore, I make my own anyway!) In my writing, I belabor my word choices, it has to say exactly what I want it to say; I can’t assume my reader will get it otherwise.
The Scriptures that Mr. Capps used in his booklet, he personalized, made them first person. It’s God’s Word, He is speaking to us, as individuals. It’s not blasphemy to make Scripture personal, it’s the intent God wants to begin with! In all Scripture, God is speaking to us. I, of course, have taken it further and taken liberty to personalize deeper, tailor scripting them for Robin.
My key Scripture for today, then, looks like this:
“I speak the truth of the Word of God in love, and I grow up into the Lord Jesus Christ in all things.” I speak, me, Robin E. Mason, speak God’s Word. And it changes my life. It changed me.
We all know the verse in Proverbs, don’t’ we, “Death and life are in the power of the tongue.” (chapter 18, verse 21) And in Deuteronomy, chapter 30, verse 19, “… I have set before you, life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that both you and your descendants may live; that you may love the Lord your God, that you may obey His voice, and that you may cling to Him, for He is your life and the length of your days; and that you may dwell in the land which the Lord swore to your fathers, to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, to give them.”
Did you see that? Choose. Choose. God will not force us to do or way what brings life and blessing. He shows us what to do, how to do it, then gives us the choice. How can we go ranting, letting garbage come out of our mouths – and then blame God when things fall apart? It doesn’t work that way.
Speak the Word. Stand on the Word. Cling to the Word. Trust in the Word. Faith, however, is not an ATM in which we can make instant withdrawals. It is an exercise, it takes time to build it up. And it starts with the Word of God. Speak it today. Harness your tongue, cease the destructive words, the sabotage of your purpose and destiny. Speak life, speak the Word of God and grow up, spiritually, in Christ.
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October 4, 2014
¡¡¡BIENVENIDO a mi FIESTA!!! - DIA CUATRO
La mes de octubre es un tiempo especial para mí:
mi novela de debut, mi niña
Tessa,
será lanzado IMPRIMIDA en Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
So, here’s a tidbit that you may or may not have known about me, maybe you’ve read it in previous blog posts – or just maybe you figured it out reading the opening of today’s post: I speak Spanish - yo hablo español. I am not fluent, not yet – well, I keep saying that anyway – but as with anything, obviously, of course, the more I practice and use what I do know, the better I get. Wow, that’s not rocket science is it!
Languages. It’s got to be just part of the whole word thing. I mean, I love grammar for Pete’s sake! I really love etymology! And not in English only. I love connecting words in different languages, roots and meaning, nuances and differences. I love history too, and the history of words. (historical fiction is my favorite genre, especially Biblical fiction) I enjoy learning how a word was first used and how it morphed over time, centuries, eons, to its current usage. Slang notwithstanding.
Here’s a funny little secret: I did NOT want to take Spanish in high school. Only because that’s the language my mom DID want me to take! (I wanted to take German.) My senior year, I took Spanish IV, and French I, and German I. I still plan to study both of those again too, and others, but for now, I’m gaining in Spanish.
So much so that, this past summer I wrote the curriculum for and taught a workshop on basic, functional Spanish! In earning my BFA degree (2009-2013) I attended a four year liberal arts college, Converse College in Spartanburg, which required three semesters of foreign language. I thought about asking to waive the first semester, as I felt that I was well familiar with the basics. In the end, my friend who mentioned an “easy A” for said semester, swayed me to enroll. The legitimate advantage was in refreshing those basics! And yes, I aced the class, and sailed through all three semesters. I would have liked to add Spanish as a minor, but could not take on the additional class burden.
Instead, Papa God, has provided me with life experience to learn beyond the classroom. Always a better teacher anyway! He has surrounded me with friends, neighbors and at church, who are Spanish speaking, some bilingual, some not. And, beyond that even, He positioned me in just the right place at just the right time [funny how He always manages to do that!!] to be part of the Spanish service where I attend church. This is not bilingual, so I don’t always follow the message; however, I do pick up enough of what is said, to receive ministry and edification. Which is pretty awesome! My mind still is impressed when I understand what someone says to me. That’s the greatest difficulty for me, listening. No, I don’t mean it that way; I mean as in, catching all that is said. Perhaps it is the same with any language, learning to hear the rhythm and syntax and cadence. To that end, I watch movies in Spanish, when available. I’ve watched a couple in French, too, just to teach my brain what it sounds like. I use the simplest tools, writing my grocery list for instance, making notes – in Spanish. I’ve done that with German, too.
Nuestro iglesia se llama, Iglesia Dominio, “una iglesia Hispana que existe para despertar y desarrollar líderes con el propósito de Dios y Su reino.” http://www.DominioSC.org/ Los servicios empiezan a las 7:00 cada sábado. Estan disponible por el internet, también. El link para el servicio es: live.dominiosc.org. ¡Juntanos!
Tengo que dar un “shout out” a mis pastores, Marc y Blanca Garcia! Son mis padres espiritules! Y los amo. Y estoy demasiado bendicido conocerlos a ellos, y demasiado agradecida al Señor para ellos en mi vida!
I’ll close with Scripture and the prayer I’ll be giving tonight.
“Querido Padre, bienvenido con nosotros, bienvenido en este lugar, tanto aquí y en el internet.
Buscamos Tu rostro, Señor, buscamos Tu verdad en Tu palabra. Aliméntanos, Señor, toque nuestras almas, calma nuestras mentes, restaura nuestros cuerpos. Tóquenos, Señor, tóquenos en cualquier manera que necesitamos. Rompe cada cadena, en el Nombre de Jesús, destruye todas las mentiras de Sátanas, nos derrama el aceite y el vino. Bendícenos como Te bendecimos, aumenta nuestro territorio para Tu Reino, descansa Tu mano en nosotros, y protégenos del mal.
Te bendecimos, Señor, te amamos, Te damos la honra y la gloria, en el Nombre de Jesús. Amén y amén.
.
Que mi boca hable con sabiduría, y mi corazón se exprese con inteligencia. Salmo 49:3
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mi novela de debut, mi niña
Tessa,
será lanzado IMPRIMIDA en Halloween!
WHEEEEE!!!!!
So, here’s a tidbit that you may or may not have known about me, maybe you’ve read it in previous blog posts – or just maybe you figured it out reading the opening of today’s post: I speak Spanish - yo hablo español. I am not fluent, not yet – well, I keep saying that anyway – but as with anything, obviously, of course, the more I practice and use what I do know, the better I get. Wow, that’s not rocket science is it!
Languages. It’s got to be just part of the whole word thing. I mean, I love grammar for Pete’s sake! I really love etymology! And not in English only. I love connecting words in different languages, roots and meaning, nuances and differences. I love history too, and the history of words. (historical fiction is my favorite genre, especially Biblical fiction) I enjoy learning how a word was first used and how it morphed over time, centuries, eons, to its current usage. Slang notwithstanding.
Here’s a funny little secret: I did NOT want to take Spanish in high school. Only because that’s the language my mom DID want me to take! (I wanted to take German.) My senior year, I took Spanish IV, and French I, and German I. I still plan to study both of those again too, and others, but for now, I’m gaining in Spanish.
So much so that, this past summer I wrote the curriculum for and taught a workshop on basic, functional Spanish! In earning my BFA degree (2009-2013) I attended a four year liberal arts college, Converse College in Spartanburg, which required three semesters of foreign language. I thought about asking to waive the first semester, as I felt that I was well familiar with the basics. In the end, my friend who mentioned an “easy A” for said semester, swayed me to enroll. The legitimate advantage was in refreshing those basics! And yes, I aced the class, and sailed through all three semesters. I would have liked to add Spanish as a minor, but could not take on the additional class burden.
Instead, Papa God, has provided me with life experience to learn beyond the classroom. Always a better teacher anyway! He has surrounded me with friends, neighbors and at church, who are Spanish speaking, some bilingual, some not. And, beyond that even, He positioned me in just the right place at just the right time [funny how He always manages to do that!!] to be part of the Spanish service where I attend church. This is not bilingual, so I don’t always follow the message; however, I do pick up enough of what is said, to receive ministry and edification. Which is pretty awesome! My mind still is impressed when I understand what someone says to me. That’s the greatest difficulty for me, listening. No, I don’t mean it that way; I mean as in, catching all that is said. Perhaps it is the same with any language, learning to hear the rhythm and syntax and cadence. To that end, I watch movies in Spanish, when available. I’ve watched a couple in French, too, just to teach my brain what it sounds like. I use the simplest tools, writing my grocery list for instance, making notes – in Spanish. I’ve done that with German, too.
Nuestro iglesia se llama, Iglesia Dominio, “una iglesia Hispana que existe para despertar y desarrollar líderes con el propósito de Dios y Su reino.” http://www.DominioSC.org/ Los servicios empiezan a las 7:00 cada sábado. Estan disponible por el internet, también. El link para el servicio es: live.dominiosc.org. ¡Juntanos!
Tengo que dar un “shout out” a mis pastores, Marc y Blanca Garcia! Son mis padres espiritules! Y los amo. Y estoy demasiado bendicido conocerlos a ellos, y demasiado agradecida al Señor para ellos en mi vida!
I’ll close with Scripture and the prayer I’ll be giving tonight.
“Querido Padre, bienvenido con nosotros, bienvenido en este lugar, tanto aquí y en el internet.
Buscamos Tu rostro, Señor, buscamos Tu verdad en Tu palabra. Aliméntanos, Señor, toque nuestras almas, calma nuestras mentes, restaura nuestros cuerpos. Tóquenos, Señor, tóquenos en cualquier manera que necesitamos. Rompe cada cadena, en el Nombre de Jesús, destruye todas las mentiras de Sátanas, nos derrama el aceite y el vino. Bendícenos como Te bendecimos, aumenta nuestro territorio para Tu Reino, descansa Tu mano en nosotros, y protégenos del mal.
Te bendecimos, Señor, te amamos, Te damos la honra y la gloria, en el Nombre de Jesús. Amén y amén.
.
Que mi boca hable con sabiduría, y mi corazón se exprese con inteligencia. Salmo 49:3
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October 3, 2014
A Little Birdie Told Me
3 October 2014
Edition I
Premier Edition of “A Little Birdie Told Me.”
Welcome one and all! I’ve embarked on (yet another) new feature, my newsletter, to go along with my web page once it’s up and running. (I’m rather in the dark on some of (most of) the technical bits and pieces. I’ve built computers and I’m aces on the user end. But the middle ground techie stuff – HELP ME!) I am planning to publish my newsletter quarterly, with seasonal tidbits, and event updates. Like the upcoming and ongoing release event.
Tessa Release Events
As you may know, October is a special month her at our press. Tessa got a new look, and she is getting printed! Her release date is the 31st of this month, which, of course, is Halloween. Festivities include a Release Party, reading and book signing that night. The celebration has begun already, however, as I am posting daily on my blog in a Countdown to Release Day. I have book reviews lined up, contests coming up, topical posts and an interview with Tessa herself on Release Day. I will also post devotionals on Sundays, and am looking to score an author interview or guest post. Plus, I have “sorpresa especiales” lined up for Saturdays! Be sure to join in!
RobinsNest, the Web Page
COMING SOON to a browser near you! As I understand it, my current blog can be upgraded to a web page. And that’s what I plan to do. I’ve a tutorial and/or webinar to watch that should help achieve this. Stay tuned.
NaNoWriMo
Less than a month to go folks! National Novel Writing Month begins 1 November. It will be this reporter’s first attempt; verily, it is this reporter’s first time ever knowing about it. This reporter has decided to take the plunge: I shall write a novel in thirty days! What about you? Are you a “planner” or a “pantser?” This reporter is definitely a pantser. What, you may ask, is a pantser? A pantser “… believes in hardcore spontaneity. On November 1, [I’ll] have a blank document and [my] imagination.” I will, however, review prep resources, and have at least a vague notion of my story, even if not a regulation outline. Also, I need to get on the stick and jump into some forums and find a buddy or two! Maybe one of my new writer friends can be my NaNoWriMo Buddy! Are ya’ll ready? Are you going to write? I am!
Novel Number Two
Novel Number Two is underway. It is a dark and disturbing story, dredged up from some dark and disturbing times in my life. I started it, but scratched it at the time. I have decided to continue on with it, and let Lizzie’s story be told. Entitled life.dot.com, it is lagging due to the demand of the current promotion beast, but will be prominent in the next edition. Expect this shortly after the (ahem) first of the year.
Happy Holidays
We have a plethora of birthdays coming up. Middle Son turned 34 in August, Daughter, my youngest, is 32 as of three weeks ago. First Born Son will be 36 in November. Granddaughter # Two turns five in November, and Granddaughter # One will be nine this year, two days before Christmas. We’ve gone through some variations on Family Dinner for Thanksgiving. But with only two exceptions, we’ve always been together for the holidays. I do love a big family gathering, especially at the holidays. What about you? What are some holiday traditions in your family? Share them with me; I’d love to hear from you!
And with that, here ends the Premier Edition of
A Little Birdie Told Me.
Thank you for being here!
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Edition I
Premier Edition of “A Little Birdie Told Me.”
Welcome one and all! I’ve embarked on (yet another) new feature, my newsletter, to go along with my web page once it’s up and running. (I’m rather in the dark on some of (most of) the technical bits and pieces. I’ve built computers and I’m aces on the user end. But the middle ground techie stuff – HELP ME!) I am planning to publish my newsletter quarterly, with seasonal tidbits, and event updates. Like the upcoming and ongoing release event.
Tessa Release Events
As you may know, October is a special month her at our press. Tessa got a new look, and she is getting printed! Her release date is the 31st of this month, which, of course, is Halloween. Festivities include a Release Party, reading and book signing that night. The celebration has begun already, however, as I am posting daily on my blog in a Countdown to Release Day. I have book reviews lined up, contests coming up, topical posts and an interview with Tessa herself on Release Day. I will also post devotionals on Sundays, and am looking to score an author interview or guest post. Plus, I have “sorpresa especiales” lined up for Saturdays! Be sure to join in!
RobinsNest, the Web Page
COMING SOON to a browser near you! As I understand it, my current blog can be upgraded to a web page. And that’s what I plan to do. I’ve a tutorial and/or webinar to watch that should help achieve this. Stay tuned.
NaNoWriMo
Less than a month to go folks! National Novel Writing Month begins 1 November. It will be this reporter’s first attempt; verily, it is this reporter’s first time ever knowing about it. This reporter has decided to take the plunge: I shall write a novel in thirty days! What about you? Are you a “planner” or a “pantser?” This reporter is definitely a pantser. What, you may ask, is a pantser? A pantser “… believes in hardcore spontaneity. On November 1, [I’ll] have a blank document and [my] imagination.” I will, however, review prep resources, and have at least a vague notion of my story, even if not a regulation outline. Also, I need to get on the stick and jump into some forums and find a buddy or two! Maybe one of my new writer friends can be my NaNoWriMo Buddy! Are ya’ll ready? Are you going to write? I am!
Novel Number Two
Novel Number Two is underway. It is a dark and disturbing story, dredged up from some dark and disturbing times in my life. I started it, but scratched it at the time. I have decided to continue on with it, and let Lizzie’s story be told. Entitled life.dot.com, it is lagging due to the demand of the current promotion beast, but will be prominent in the next edition. Expect this shortly after the (ahem) first of the year.
Happy Holidays
We have a plethora of birthdays coming up. Middle Son turned 34 in August, Daughter, my youngest, is 32 as of three weeks ago. First Born Son will be 36 in November. Granddaughter # Two turns five in November, and Granddaughter # One will be nine this year, two days before Christmas. We’ve gone through some variations on Family Dinner for Thanksgiving. But with only two exceptions, we’ve always been together for the holidays. I do love a big family gathering, especially at the holidays. What about you? What are some holiday traditions in your family? Share them with me; I’d love to hear from you!
And with that, here ends the Premier Edition of
A Little Birdie Told Me.
Thank you for being here!
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https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robin-...
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