Winona's Wanderings and Wonderings

"The Visionary" by Pamela S. Thibodeaux

2011-12-09T06:20:00.000-08:00

It is my great honor to focus this blog post about my friend, Pamela S. Thibodeaux and her new release "The Visionary," released by Five Star.

Redemption is the arching theme of "The Visionary." Love rides a roller coaster of doubt, insecurity, fear, and eventual release and acceptance toward a new life.

Taylor Forrestier and her twin brother Trevor have managed to build a popular and successful architectural and design firm in Lake Charles, Louisiana despite a childhood of horror. They are survivors, only trusting one another until Alex Broussard strolls into the business.

The characters are beautifully fleshed out. Every emotion in the realm of humanity is explored. Pam writes eloquently about the horror of child abuse which many authors are hesitant to address. She is able to show readers that healing is possible with faith and belief in God. I believe that God is truly the main character of "The Visionary."

I believe I've read everything Pam has written. She glorifies God, her characters are Christians with normal human struggles and battles. Pam has been tagged has "inspirational with an edge" and that moniker fits perfectly.

Readers will not regret adding"The Visionary" to their bookshelf.

*Please note: This post is part of a month long blog tour where 4 lucky winners will receive an autographed copy of The Visionary! Simply leave a comment to be entered in the drawing. Follow all the tour stops listed on Pam's blog (see below) and leave comments along the way - because the more comments you leave the more chances you have to win!

Award winning Author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder & Lifetime Member of Bayou Writers’ Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction and creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as
“steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”

Pam's Website: http://pamealthibodeaux.com

Pam's Blog: http://pamswildroseblog.blogspot.com

A Trip of a Lifetime

2011-11-25T17:01:00.000-08:00

My brother gifted me with a trip to visit him in Idaho in October. Seeing that part of the country has always been a dream of mine because the westward expansion is one of my favorite times in history. The novel of my heart, "Rebecca's Journey," takes place in 1845 on the Oregon Trail.

The first day we visited Bonneville Point (see photo above). It was here that several emigrants stopped on a rocky and dry outcropping that overlooked a valley that must have reminded them of the Garden of Eden. It surely took my breath away. I could see homes. Roads curved around the area and looked like ribbons from my vantage point. A stream wound through the valley, its banks studded with trees. A herd of horses grazed. Everything looked like toys from on high. What must the emigrants have thought when they saw this valley knowing they had to continue working their way around and through hills and mountains? Did any of them stop and settle here? I think so. At this point the travelers were about two thirds complete with their harrowing journey.

And, day two . . . I visited THE Oregon Trail in Baker City. I can't begin to tell you how that made me feel. Tearful. Rapid heart rate. Giddy. The Oregon Trail Interpretive Center is jam-packed with information and exhibits. It is realistic. I saw and touched many tools, wagons, clothing specimens, photos, and diaries. The emigrants packed their entire lives into a wagon bed measuring 10 feet by 4 feet. They set out in faith. They walked, and they walked, and they walked. . . I stood in real wagon ruts remaining from the treks west (see photos above).

Actually visited Register Rock (see photo above). The signatures scratched on with knives and rocks reflect names and dates.The signatures make the emigrants seem brave for lack of a better word. Several large signature rocks mark the Oregon Trail. The most famous is Independence Rock, named because the emigrants had to reach this place on the trail by July 4th in order to avoid the winter storms and snows in the mountains.

To me the entire area was beautiful. Mountains on four sides. Valleys. Horses everywhere. History everywhere. I can tell you this--seeing the terrain and the hazards gave me a new appreciation of the difficulties the emigrants faced. I must change several scenes. I must add and delete much. I've heard of authors visiting the sites of their novels and how much it helps with the writing process. I know why it is so special and so important.

The nearly two week trip took me to other parts of Idaho. It took me to Oregon. It took me to Wyoming and Yellowstone. It took me to South Dakota and Mount Rushmore. Even now, my words bring back my memory pictures of the trip. Like I said, a gift. I'm a writer and this trip left me speechless more often than not.

2011-07-17T14:12:00.000-07:00

Thou Shalt Not Steal

Think about this for a moment. Have you ever stolen anything? Are you willing to 'fess up? How did you feel? What made you do it? Any lessons learned? How do you feel about theft? Write about this . . . This writing exercise will help you focus on some of your feelings.

I can't remember how old I was the one time I stole something. I was in elementary school at West Elementary in Levelland, Texas. I must have been about eight. On that walk to and from school I had to pass a little store. Several of us from the neighborhood walked together. I surely don't remember why I walked into that store, I do know it wasn't a normal part of the routine.

Just inside the door of that store I saw an alluring display of lemons. Piled high. Shiny. Smelling like sunshine. My mouth watered and my jaws clenched at the thought of how a lemon would taste. Next to the lemons a stack of miniature boxes of salt made the coupling complete. The tiny blue box of Morton's salt with the little girl holding her umbrella looked like the larger one at home. After all, what's a lemon without salt?

I must have grabbed that lemon and box of salt and stuffed them under my shirt. I don't remember.

I do know I didn't get caught. I do know that when I bit into that lemon it didn't taste like sunshine. It was really sour. It was even bitter. It was awful. I threw it in a garbage bin somewhere along the route home. Guilt overpowered me. I felt ill. I knew stealing was bad. I feared that the Hand of the Lord was going to come right from the Heaven's and punish me.

I never stole anything again.

Care to share in the comments about your thoughts.

Interview With Author Pamela S. Thibodeaux

2011-06-29T12:00:00.000-07:00

I am excited to introduce you to my friend, Pamela S. Thibodeaux. Over the years I've had the privilege to watch her grow as a writer. She is becoming a force to be reckoned with in our industry. I invite you to enjoy the interview. But to start with let me tell you a little more about her . . .

Award-winning author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”Her books are available in Ebook, Print (get your autographed copy here!) They are also available on Kindle and Nook! Find out more about Pam by visiting her Website or blog

1. You're an expert with short stories. How do you manage to fully develop your characters and add cliff-hanging conflict to each story? Which is your favorite short story?

PST: Wow what a first question, Nona! Thank you for having me on your blog today. As for fully developing my characters/conflict - I have to give God all the glory because without HIM I wouldn't have written the first word much less be considered by my peers as an 'expert' at anything, especially short stories since I thrive on details LOL! As for technique in developing the characters/plot - these are the same as a full length novel - every story must have the major elements: CGM as well as believable characters and reasonable resolution to conflict. I must say out of the stories I've written, A Hero for Jessica and In His Sight run hand-in-hand as my favorite.

2. What inspired you to start writing? Did you have a favorite author that inspired you?

PST: Actually no favorite author inspired me as I've always read numerous authors voraciously. I've been an avid reader all of my life and hooked on sweet romances as a young teen. By the time I hit high school age, I'd discovered historical romances. Writing actually came much later - at around age 22. After reading one-too-many disappointing stories, I thought I could do much better. A bit arrogant as it turns out, LOL, but that was the catalyst to my writing career. Although no favorite author inspired me to start writing, Nora Roberts and Francine Rivers have inspired me to keep writing.

3. Tell readers about some of the struggles you've faced in the writing business?

PST: Challenges have been numerous, Nona but no more than many other writers face. I've had contracts expire without the book(s) published; publishing companies fall apart before they ever got off the ground, etc. And, since I write 'outside the box' I have been unable to crack the door of traditional CBA houses. However, God is faithful to this vision He has given me and I'm happy to be published with the small press companies and have my novels & stories out there - after all, for me - it's all about the message and I trust Him to get the message out to whomever needs it most.

4. “Inspirational with an Edge” is your tag line. What does that mean to you? What does that mean for your readers? “Steamier and Grittier” is also associated with your writing. What does that mean to you?

PST: When I first began writing I wrote romance as I'd read for so many years....steamy, sensual, explicit - however when I recommitted my life and committed my writing to Christ my focus changed. Although the faith element came in to each characters life, I still wrote fully developed (steamy, sensual, explicit) love scenes - that is until I started submitting and realized those were TABOO in the "Christian" market. Once I found out about the guidelines, I revised & rewrote, edited, and toned down until I didn't even recognize my own story! Finally in pure frustration I cried out to God and simply decided to write as He indicated I should, and trust Him to get the stories published - which He did.

Simply put - 'steamier, grittier, and edgier' mean the characters sensual feelings are not glossed over or ignored but developed and shown while maintaining biblical principles, though not necessarily ultra-conservative guidelines.

5. The Tempered series is very popular. Did you know when you began with “Tempered Hearts” that a family saga was being born?

PST: No. Initially I had plans for 2 stories - Tempered Hearts (book 1) and Tempered Fire (book 3). Tempered Dreams (book 2) developed out of another idea - I'd written scene of an automobile accident involving a battered woman and her abusive husband having no idea when or where it would develop. When Dr. Scott Hensley came on the scene in Tempered Hearts, I just knew he would be the perfect hero for the battered woman in that scene and Tempered Dreams was born at that point.

Tempered Joy (book 4) evolved when Ace appeared in Tempered Fire and Tempered Dreams as an eight-yr-old boy, so much like his father Craig (charming, roguish) that I couldn't resist finding the perfect heroine for him. Of course she would have to be a lot like the women in his life (his mother and sister) ...strong, beautiful, and passionate. My initial thoughts were Scott & Trina's daughter but with the question of whether Scott and Craig were actually blood relatives still unknown at the time, and the fact Ace would be at least eight (or possibly more) yrs older than Scott and Trina's child (should they even have a daughter) I decided they would need to adopt a daughter - and Lexie showed up. I've indicated here the order of the series but to recap they are: Tempered Hearts, Tempered Dreams, Tempered Fire & Tempered Joy.

6. You've been a widow for almost two years. How has the grief process affected your writing?

PST: For a long time after my husband's death I couldn't even function properly much less consider writing and when I did, romance was the last thing I cared about. I mean, how can you write about love and romance when you buried your heart?

I did finish one short story which I started writing while my husband was still alive but that was out of determination fueled by the fear if I didn't at least finish that one story, I may never write again. In His Sight was published in July 2010 by White Rose Publishing.

I did continue working in the industry however, editing and promoting and wrote several non-fiction articles and essays - so I never really quit altogether. Also, my debut women's fiction novel, The Visionary which was pitched prior to my husband's death was contracted in that first year afterward, which gave me something else to look forward to. This book is due for release in November by Five Star Expressions.

I haven't completely gotten back to writing full-time and still get overwhelmed and question whether I can/should/want to - but I have started a few stories, tinkered with a couple more, and am currently editing a women's fiction novel that I wrote years ago and haven't had time to deal with.

7. Love has recently and unexpectedly come your way again. How has this affected your writing?

PST: It has given me hope and helped me believe in the power of love to heal and in happy-ever-after—in God's promises and in the desire of my heart to share those promises through my writing.

8. Your writing is primarily Christian and Inspirational. White Rose Publishing formerly an imprint of The Wild Rose Press proudly claims you as one of their authors. Have you considered or do you plan to write for a secular reading audience?

PST: I've toyed with the idea of writing a traditional romance, even have a few scenes written for one, but have yet to sit down and flesh out that story.

9. How has the advent of electronic publishing affected your career? To who or what do you accredit your success?

PST: Wonderfully! I love the idea of having my books offered in more than one format and the fact that all of my short stories are electronically published gives me more options on what I want to write.

As beauty is to the eyes of the beholder so is success—it is, in and of itself: SUCCESS.

For me personally writing is not about the money, it's about the message and I accredit God for whatever success I have attained. That's not to say I don't do my part—I write, I promote, I affirm (believe in my heart and confess with my mouth) that I am an anointed and successful writer—and like many authors I get frustrated in what seems like a lack of 'success' as the world defines it. In fact, about a year ago I was so frustrated that I said this prayer: "Lord, I've said all along that my writing is not about the money, it's about the message but I don't know the message is getting out, if there are no sales."

I am happy to say since praying that way and continuing with my affirmations and leaving the results in HIS hands, my overall sales have increased every quarter—Praise HIM the message is getting out!

10. Besides being an author you're also an editor. Tell us about that aspect of your profession.

PST: I enjoy every aspect of the publishing industry and editing gives me the opportunity to not only share my knowledge and experience with others, but to help them achieve their dreams of publication.

11. You co-founded the Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, LA in 2002. It's a successful group with an annual conference. Why do you think writers need a writing group?

PST: I think writers need encouragement, education, and inspiration and being involved in a writers group (whether online or one that meets in person) provides those things.

12. Last, but not least, what is your dream regarding your writing career? Where would you like to be in five years? If you couldn't write what would you do?

PST: My dream is to continue to grow as a writer, improve my craft and know God's message of hope and healing is reaching a hurting world. As for where I'd like to be five years from now--I've never really been able to think or plan that far ahead. Of course, in five years I hope to still be writing but I'd also like to be in the position to help other writers through speaking, teaching, editing, and ministering to the creative spirit within them.

If I couldn't write - I think I'd enjoy being a life coach.

Romancing the Book: Interview & Contest with Sharon Sala

2011-06-25T11:15:00.000-07:00

Romancing the Book: Interview & Contest with Sharon Sala

An eye-opening challenge

2011-05-16T07:19:00.000-07:00

Try this, Friends--

At a workshop the facilitator had the participants write free style for three minutes. She gave us one word to use. The word was motorcycle. Those of us who read our thoughts aloud differed so much it was amazing. I wrote of being a nurse and working in an ER when a motorcycle accident comes through the double doors. Another wrote of the freedom one feels on a motorcycle. Another wrote of a youthful memory and first love. Another wrote of the heartbreak of losing a loved one.

The exercise was about finding our personal voice in our writing.

I challenge each of you to sit down with a pencil and notebook. Write for three minutes using the word PROM. If you wish post your words. Let me hear at least about your voice.

an addendum to previous post about OWFI

2011-05-13T13:13:00.000-07:00

I apologize but it is not confirmed that William Bernhardt will be presenting a three hour intensive workshop at the 2012 conference.

I hope it happens and will let readers know if and when it is confirmed. Thanks,

Winona

OWFI Conference and sharing new knowledge

2011-05-13T11:48:00.000-07:00

The weekend of May 5 through 8, 2011 I was loving being around 400 fellow writers. The Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc. (OWFI) in Oklahoma City. I have hand-written three different versions of what I want to share with you, dear Readers. Realizing there was simply more than I could relate in a short space I chose to give you the bare bones about the conference. It is annual, always in Oklahoma City and is the "go to" conference in the Heartland. And, it is reasonably priced.

The keynote speaker, Steve Berry, presented a very inspiring and down to earth message about "hanging in there." Before he became a New York Times bestseller many times over he wrote for a few hours every morning before going to his office. He wrote and wrote. Finally, about 80 rejections, several years, and eight completed manuscripts, he received the news that "Amber Room" would be published. He has since sold all of his manuscripts. I love his work because he does so much obvious historical research and puts the reader right smack dab in the middle of a thriller. Berry and his wife, Elizabeth, are very accepting and approachable. I hear he'll be back in 2013. . .

William Bernhardt, another New York Times bestseller, offered two workshops. Wow! This guy knows how to teach and make writing our own works of any genre better. He is the author of the Ben Kincaid series. He writes primarily political thrillers. He'll be presenting a three hour intensive workshop at the 2012 conference . . .

Never did I imagine I would be in the same room at the same time with Steve Berry and William Bernhardt. Just, WOW!

OWFI offered 48 workshops to choose from. The first day began with three panels: an agents panel, a magazine editors panel, and a book editors panel. Several attendees set up appointments with the panel members. Next year I will save up some courage and make an appointment.

I can only list the workshops I chose because of space. However, if any readers wish to know more and receive the address links for any of the speakers let me know in your comments and I will get them to you.

My workshop choices:

"Breaking In: The Basics of Writing for Magazines"--Kelly James-Enger

"Fundamentals of Story"--William Bernhardt

"Flattering Your Authentic Voice"--Wendy Lyn Watson

"Build Life into Your Characters"--Charles "Chuck" Sasser

"Romance Writing Today"--Gretchen Craig

"Sin, Suffer, Cash the Checks"--Michael Bracken

"Emotional Suspense"--Lenora Worth

"Buzzing Your Book"--Elizabeth Berry

"The Hero's Journey"--Max McCoy

"The Character Driven Novel"--William Bernhardt

"How to Lose an Editor in 10 Days"--Rhonda Penders

Check out OWFI. The dues are $25/year. There are no meetings except for the conference. A glossy newsletter arrives in your own mail box at regular intervals.

Go out and write! Be productive. I love hearing from everyone.

Challenge

2011-04-22T08:22:00.000-07:00

Judie Brunson, one of my writerly friends has posted a challenge to those of us in a creative writer's group. The challenge is to write 250 words per day on your work in progress. And . . . to write 250 words per day in a genre you normally wouldn't consider. For a week. Only a week.

I'm beginning this challenge late because of unforeseen circumstances. I know which work in progress I'll choose. But, the unfamiliar territory. Could it be poetry? Could it be a nonfiction article? Could it be sy-fy? Could it be horror? Could it be how-to?

No need to be accountable to anyone but yourself. I encourage you to just do it.

WBC

What Are You Reading?

2011-04-21T06:07:00.000-07:00

Well, I've been away from the blog for awhile. My apologies. I've been thinking a great deal about my reading habits and choices. I wonder about yours. Let me share . . .

As President of the Red River Romance Writers group in Wichita Falls, TX I recently received a book to read and share from Kimberly Chocolaad the Senior Marketing Associate for Harper Collins Publishers. The fantastic and memorable book she sent is "If Wishes Were Horses" by Robert Barclay. I loved, loved, loved this book of love, hope, second chances, and forgiveness. Both the hero and heroine have been living with unimaginable tragedy for five years. Amazing characters, amazing setting, and amazing story. Check it out at www.harpercollins.com/authors/36642/Robert_Barclay/index.aspx You will be glad you did. I will be posting a full review at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Good Reads soon.

For many years one of my very favorite books has been and will continue to be "The Memories We Keep" by Walter Zacharius. This World War II novel blends past and present in a seamless way. It is based on truth, a truth Mr. Zacharius experienced as a young soldier during the war. His book is open and honest about the lives people were forced to live in order to survive. It is mostly about a love that transcends time, war, tragedy, and other circumstances. Mr. Zacharius is now deceased but he will live on in the world of writers as a long time publisher at Kensington. Learn more at www.walterzacharius.com

I imagine everyone has heard of Sara Gruen by now. I discovered her when her debut novel "Riding Lessons" was released. I'm a sucker for anything with an equestrian theme. It was her third novel "Water for Elephants" that awakened the world. Set in a traveling circus in the early 1930's this novel is one of hardship, love, and self-renewal. You may know there is a movie about this book opening tomorrow. Read more about Sara Gruen at www.saragruen.com

And, now for some of my favorite authors that I know personally. The names I'm sharing are all excellent authors. And, away we go . . .

Maria Rachel Hooley is amazing and prolific. She is primarily self-published. You can find all of her titles at Amazon or Barnes and Noble. She is successful. Her writing covers several genres but all have the theme of redemptiom. My favorites among her many titles include "When Angels Cry," "The River," "October Breezes," and The Sojourner Series. Learn more about the beautiful Maria at www.mariarachelhooley.com

My dear friend, Pamela S. Thibodeaux has been tagged as "Inspirational with an Edge." That is true. Her characters are all Christians but human as well. With human desires, emotions, trials, and joys. She is a master at short stories. I really enjoy her Tempered Series beginning with "Tempered Hearts." Read "The Visionary" and "The Inheritance." Reach Pam at www.pamelasthibodeaux.com Find her at White Rose Publishing, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.

Karen Kelley will have you laughing and falling in love with her characters. She writes sexy romance. Her covers are downright sensual. "Jaguar Prince" is one of my favorites. Visit her at www.authorkarenkelley.com

Paula Bruno has become a close friend since I first met her in May 2010 at the OWFI Conference. I bought her debut novel "Come Hell or High Water" simply because of the cover. Just WOW! Her series The Kirkland Family Saga includes "Come Hell or High Water," "The Hell About Stallions," and number three is on its way. I can't wait. If you like ranches, the 50's, and dilemmas you'll love Bruno's writing. Find her at pewwriter@aol.com and at Amazon.

And, of course, one of my absolute favorites--Sharon Sala. Sharon is an Oklahoma author. A very successful writer. She has been on the New York Times Bestseller List for a long time. Her romantic suspense novels will introduce you to the kind of characters we as readers can all relate to and fall in love with. The latest novel "Blood Stains" is the first in a trilogy. She has almost 90 titles, some written as Dinah McCall. And, drum roll please! Sharon Sala will be receiving the greatest honor romance authors can receive at the annual Romance Writers Associate Conference in New York City, the Nora Robers Lifetime Achievement Award.

I hope I have given you some ideas for new reads or brought back memories of books you've read. Happy reading and writing.

A Writing Challenge

2011-01-22T05:06:00.000-08:00

Everyone, especially writers it seems, needs a challenge once in a while. Something to stir the creative juices so to speak. The weekly challenges I vow to post are meant to do just that. I hope the challenges will not only lead to inspired writing but to joyful writing.

Let's take a trip to your favorite writing space. Stand back, look at your space with a critical eye. Is it conducive to productivity? Is it comfortable? Are there things that help open your heart and mind? Are there things that put a screeching halt to your creativity? What defines the space as yours?

My desk faces a half wall. I can see over the ledge down the hall and into the den. My writing space sits in what is supposed to be the living area of what is meant to be a formal living/dining area. To the left of my chair is my printer and bulletin board. Favorite quotes, short articles from writing journals, a couple of poems, and a small oil painting of a young woman looking over a hill to the west are on the bulletin board . This girl represents my main character, Rebecca, from my work in progress. A palm sized labryinth hangs at eye level over my desk. It is my spiritual reminder.

I have a comfortable sofa to retreat to when I need to think or review research. It sits in front of a bay window. The window coverings are sheers so I can see the squirrels, watch the neighborhood, and daydream.

I don't do most of my true writing at my desk. It is done in my recliner with my laptop. When I need to simply answer e-mails, use the printer, or organize notebooks I sit at my desk. It is my space. It is, sometimes, my refuge.

This first promised challenge is to look at your own writing space. Remove distractions. If necessary organize your bulletin board. Make your space your space. Then, write.

Tell me about your writing space. What inspires you? What distracts you?

Wednesday's Promise

2011-01-19T06:22:00.000-08:00

As implicitly promised in my previous blog post I'm sending my Wednesday post. It isn't difficult to come up with topics or interesting subjects for blog posts. Not at all. The difficult part is choosing what to write.

Today, I want to tell you about an astounding author I've met through the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers. Her name is Kerri Nelson. She juggles being a wife and mother with publishing up to 15 romantic suspense novels a year, serving as an officer in CHRW, preparing and facilitating several workshops a year, and supporting authors at every stage in the writing game.

Kerri is an outstanding woman. An example of what can be done with discipline and organization.

I'm currently enrolled in "The Book Factory." What a course! It focuses on being an organized and prolific writer. The course is only half completed and I am writing more in these few weeks than I've written in months. Maybe even years. I feel the glow of promise. I feel the swell of burgeoning confidence. I just feel capable. It's all good.

Get to know Kerri at www.kerrinelson.com

Make promises. Keep them. Learn to love your words.

Look for a writing challenge on Friday. Now, go write my author friends . . .

Talking with a Friend

2011-01-14T12:19:00.000-08:00

I just finished a phone call with a fellow writer. She and I are both history lovers. We're both working on novels taking place along the Oregon Trail. Hers takes place in 1843, mine in 1845. Maybe I'll figure out a way for her Kate to meet my Rebecca at the end of the trail.

Christi Corbett's blog is a must see. A must read. The link is http://christicorbett.wordpress.com When her book is published I think I'll fly from Oklahoma to Oregon just to have her autograph a copy for me in person.

Twice today I read the term "beta reader" in posts on an online class I'm taking. You might think everyone should know the term. I didn't. Actually, I stressed out over the fact that I might have to get some new sort of computerized, robotic machine. According to the posts I read a Beta Reader is a must have.

Dollar signs and dunce caps flashed through my mind.

I asked Christi about a Beta Reader!!!

Come to find out it's an invaluable PERSON who reads our work. Someone who proofreads and critiques and comments . . .

No heart attacks for me today. But, I must find a Beta Reader. Any takers?

Look for regular posts every Wednesday. And, a writing challenge every Friday . . .

What is your favorite Christmas Song and Why?

2010-12-14T07:57:00.000-08:00

Ah, Christmas . . . The month of chilly, sometimes cold, days. Hot chocolate. Reflection. Blessing. Gift-giving and receiving. Charity. And, music. What is your favorite Christmas song and why? Before I reveal my favorite I have to say, in full disclosure, I love Christmas. I love everything about it. Well, not the modern day commercialism and tendency to begin the bid for money before children even go trick or treating.

When I was 11 years old my parents, brother, and I lived in Levelland, Texas. A small town in the desert like landscapes of west Texas. Levelland was an old-fashioned town with a town square. The court house sat, large and imposing, in the center. I remember loving it. I remember feeling safe and loved.

One cold, blustery, and gray December morning we dressed and headed to downtown for a special day. Daddy wasn't with us. He must have been at work. I couldn't contain my excitement. Something I still have difficulty doing. Those who know me will tell you they can discern my mood with a simple glance. I, very proudly, wore a dress I had received in a box of wonderful hand-me-downs from my Oklahoma cousins. It was Christmas green and red taffeta with a big red bow on the right hip. I used to have a photo of that day. Alas, it is lost.

My brother, John, and I each had five dollars to buy all of our gifts. That money burned right through my little purse. It still burns through my purse. Mama parked backwards in a space in front of City Cafe where she worked. That was strange but I didn't give it a second thought.

Gosh, it was cold! Our first stop, much to my chagrin, was the old musty department store. Mama wanted to find a shirt for Daddy. I hated that store. It frightened me. The scuffed wood floors creaked. I hated the smell. Most of all, I hated the very large stuffed grizzly bear standing at his full height over the shoe department. He moved, I just knew he moved, when I glanced out of the corner of my eye. His claws seemed to be as big as my head. His teeth were long, sharp, and yellow. His eyes were steely black. I whined wanting to leave. At least, until I spied the large, festively wrapped box of stuffed animals. Gosh, they were soft. There were so many sizes and types. I found a small tiger and carried him all over the store. Begging for him and being turned down, "we don't have the money" Mama said. Finally. Mama found a shirt for Daddy.

We walked two doors down to the cafe. Within minutes the three of us ate hot cheeseburgers, fries, and drank Dr. Peppers. Christmas music seemed to come from the sky. It was magical.

My brother and I were allowed to go to the five and dime stores, Wacker's and Ben Franklin, to do our shopping. My money was gone in one store. That would be Wacker's. I don't remember what I bought except for a small cobalt blue bottle of "Evening in Paris" perfume for Mama and some hot salted peanuts for myself. When we were kids my brother held on to his money with an iron fist.

The highlight of our outing arrived. Rushing back to the cafe where Mama waited we blew in ready for the parade. We sat in the front seat of the car looking at the street. The courthouse decorations suddenly seemed brighter. The Nativity on the square took on an ethereal light. The blinking multi-colored lights on the trees tapped out secret messages. Then, a police car with lights flashing and siren blaring led the parade.Then the first entry in the parade--always my favorite-- came around the corner. The beautifully tacked and groomed horses of the law enforecement members pranced and blew smoke in the cold air. And, it began to sleet. To my young eye the sleet was as beautiful as snow. The high school band marched past playing "Jingle Bells." Special people, like the mayor, slowly drove down the street. I thought the best part would never arrive. Suddenly, Santa Claus in his sleigh full of hidden toys in large bags drawn by eight reindeer being carried on the top of a fire truck came into my view. "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" poured from that invisible place with the music.

I hung out the window. Mama tried to keep me inside because she was afraid I would get sick. I repeatedly disobeyed but I couldn't help it. Santa even waved at me.

Just as the parade ended that music turned into bells chiming from the court house. They played "Silver Bells." That song, in every form, has been my favorite Christmas song for 48 years now. I often wonder why it became my very favorite. I think it's because of the magic and memory of that day. Looking back I think everything that day fell into perfect place. Even though the weather was very cold, it was appropriate.

That little stuffed tiger actually showed up under the tree that year. And, Mama bought a record of Christmas music which included "Silver Bells" on it. Christmas remains magical to me. I am childlike in my enthusiam. I hope I never lose my sense of wonder and awe.

I would love to know what your favorite Christmas song or memory is and why. I look forward to hearing from my dear readers.

Self Promotion and New Publication

2010-11-05T06:56:00.000-07:00

I am, once again, humbled and proud to tell you that I have a story in the new anthology Patchwork Path: Christmas Stocking. It is available through me, Choice Publishing, www.patchworkpath.com or Amazon. I can be reached at nona143writer@yahoo.com

My story "Tea Set for an Angel" is a true story of hope. "Rosalie's Best Christmas" by Paul Atreides touched me in a way so profound I can't find the words to describe it. Judy Callarman's "Konawa in Time for Christmas 1928" shares a family story of hardship and answered prayer. "First Christmas on My Own" by Gregory A. Kompes will have every reader remembering their first Christmas away from home. Stephen D. Rogers makes his future holiday plans explicit in "To the Future Mother of My Children." "The Gift of Normandy Beach" by Sheila S. Hudson will instill gratitude for the military men and women protecting each of us. Every little girl dreams of owning a pony, "A Christmas Pony" by John M. Koelsch became one of my favorites because the girl in this woman still dreams of that Christmas pony.

There are more stories in this compact anthology. I believe that this book will make a memorable Christmas gift for anyone.

The title, again, is "Patchwork Path: Christmas Stocking" edited by Tena Beth Thompson and Gregory A. Kompes. The publisher is Choice Publishing Group. I hope readers will consider purchasing this special Christmas anthology.

Simple Appreciation

2010-11-04T10:12:00.000-07:00

Appreciation. Such a simple word. Such a meaningful word. I've been thinking of that a lot lately. What, who, and why do I appreciate. Once my brain cells started on this journey I was bombarded with more samples of things I appreciate than I can comprehend. This knowledge has placed a new emphasis on my life. Some of the people I appreciate . . .

My husband, Frank, for 39 years of marriage through many ups and downs. My sons, Erick and Bill, for loving this Mama. All three for understanding when I was in nursing school and when I was able to work. I think sometimes I tended to put my career ahead of them. For that, I am sorry. My two daughters-in-law, Sierra and Sarah, for accepting this looney mother-in-law and for loving me. And, my two beautiful granddaughters, Rosalyn and Bailey. Now, I know what it means to have love come full circle.

My parents, now deceased, for loving, understanding, and supporting. My brother for the same. My extended family and the friends who have impacted my life over nearly 60 years.

I appreciate these people. I also hold a great deal of appreciation and admiration for the members of this crazy group of people called authors I am associated with--writers across the world. Writers at so many levels of success it's difficult to fathom. Mostly, I appreciate those who have known me since I first began writing. Writers Village University, Bayou Writers Group, and other on-line groups. Some I have the pleasure of knowing in person. Most I do not know personally. But, I know them. And, they know me. Writers are a most supportive group. They do not tend to eat their young as many other professions do.

Nowadays, I appreciate critiques. In the beginning, however, I took great offense and cried buckets of tears. They helped me. Thanks, Pamela Thibodeaux and Judith Leger. These ladies are now multi-published authors. I'm minimally published but work diligently at having more publishing credits.

I appreciate it when my dear muse visits me with new ideas. I just wish she would sleep at night.

I appreciate the Wild Okie Writers for allowing me to be a part of a series project. I'm not sure but I think I'm the only member of the group is not multi-published. What a great opportunity to learn.

Blogs. Such a new phenomenon. I have made many friends via blogs. I have learned much from blogs. Thank you, Christi Corbett, for sharing your love of the Oregon Trail.

Online workshops. I love them. Sometimes I tend to overload myself with them. I tend to go through reams of paper and many ink cartridges when I'm in the midst of a workshop. Thank you to all presenters and facilitators.

Conferences are the blood of opportunity for writers. The Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, LA holds a spectacular one day conference in November each year. I was privileged to attend and help with the first one. The Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc. (OWFI) offers a sensational two and a half day conference each year in May. This conference is attended by publishers, agents, and editors from all over the nation. The workshops are informative and full of life. Membership in writing groups and fellowship with other writers is what keeps most of us going. Writing is a solitary life. Often, when we're working it seems to others that we are daydreaming or just doodling.

All writers find inspiration in something. The "thing" that gives me the greatest inspiration is the beauty of creation. Life returning in spring, the heat of summer, the colors of fall, and the bleakness of winter.

Readers, think on the things and people in your life. What do you appreciate most? Why do you appreciate those things? When does the feeling of appreciation strike? Where does appreciation affect you most? How do you respond?

End of Summer Potpourri

2010-09-07T12:28:00.000-07:00

The Cavalier Hotel, Virginia Beach, VA

This summer has flown by and it has been full. Full of love mostly. Early in June I flew to Chesapeake, Virginia to spend almost eight weeks with my beautiful daughter-in-law, Sierra and two extremely special granddaughters, Rosalyn and Bailey. Living so far from those girls makes me so very sad at times. On August 5th by Sailor son, Bill, came home to his young family. He had been away serving on the USS Carl Vinson for 7 months. He is on shore duty for the remaining four years of his service. When he retires in 2014 he and his family are moving to Durant. I'll have both sons and their families in the same town I live in. That, dear friends, is an answered prayer and a dream come true.

While I was in Virginia I finally got to visit the Cavalier Hotel in Virginia Beach. I wasn't able to stay as long as I wished. Maybe next time. The Cavalier is beautiful and historic. My desire to see it stemmed from the knowledge that Ernest Hemingway spent some time there. He wrote there. I think when I get the chance to return I'll take my laptop, my muse, and some money to sit in the bar and have a. drink with old Ernest. Can't you just imagine walking up those old steps and onto the marbled floors gleaming beneath crystal chandelier? Oriental rugs cushion tired feet. A large sunroom with white wicker furniture welcomes any person of any age. I must say my favorite area was probably an afterthought by the Cavalier designers. It is a very small library tucked into a corner. The shape is narrow and triangular. Dark mahogany shelves line the two walls. There is no room for a chair. The seclusion of the tiny space wraps visitors like a Pashmina shawl. Very nice.

When I returned home I took a day to attend a meeting of the Oklahoma RWA group in Oklahoma City. I had the honor and privilege of meeting several impressive writers. I felt welcomed and respected. An opportunity fell into my newbie lap within this group. Several members are writing a series of stories geared to The Wild Rose Press. I am writing a contemporary for the series. If my story is chosen /published I will jump and shout for days. At the very least I will learn a great deal. I'll keep you informed.

On a personal note I have to share the exciting news that my oldest son, Erick got married to a beautiful woman on September 3. So, I now have two sons, two daughters-in-law I call daughters, and two granddaughters.

Let the fall begin. Let my writing projects take off. Let my writing groups teach and nurture me. Let life continue with great happiness and opportunity.

I am adding several new links to the blog. Check them out when you have time. Until next time, writer friends, may the muse be with you.

Winona

COME HELL OR HIGH WATER

2010-06-10T14:36:00.000-07:00

I recently met the most wonderful woman at the Oklahoma Writers Federation Inc. (OWFI) conference in Oklahoma City, OK. Her name is Paula Bruno. She's from Wichita Falls, Texas and has written a great entertaining read. The title of what I believe is Paula's debut novel is
"Come Hell or High Water." I bought this book at the conference bookstore before I met Paula because I loved the cover even more than the blurb. Ah, the cover, a cowboy riding a large horse in silhouette against the backdrop of and orange sunset. Breathtaking!

Paula is a member of OWFI and the Wichita Falls Creative Writing Group. She can be reached at pewwriter@aol.com or www.kirklandschoice.blogspot.com Check it out. Buy this book and enjoy. I read it in one day.

"Come Hell or High Water," or CHHW as Paula Bruno calls it, tells the tale of the Kirkland Rance near Burkburnett, Texas in the early 1950's. The ranch is currently owned by Revis Kirkland and has been in his family for two generations before him. Revis suddenly finds himself in custody of his young son, Toby, from a previous relationship. His better-than-any-one-else wife, Holly, tells him it's the kid or her. I won't tell how he comes to his decision.

Young Toby is hiding an evil secret of his own. Something that almost kills him. He is allowed to be a kid on the ranch and proves himself to be intelligent and lovable.

It's winter in Burkburnett and the area is in the grips of a longstanding drought. All of the farmers and ranchers worry. Including Revis. Paula Bruno paints vivid pictures of the ranch house, the land, the livestock, the larger than life cowboys working for the ranch, prarie fires, and the weather.

Revis Kirkland is involved in a longstanding feud with a mean, very nasty, neighbor named Ken Logan. Ken Logan will stir a visceral response in every reader. I wanted him D-E-A-D!

Revis struggles with his heart as well. His marriage is in trouble. He can't forget the girl who grew up with him. And, he's a confused man with a lot on his plate. I loved Revis Kirkland.

I encourage anyone with an interest in historical romance having a western slant and filled with sensory details to order a copy from Paula Bruno. By the way, Paula has a series in mind for Revis Kirkland and his ranch. I can not wait for the second book to be bound and available for purchase.

Blessings,

Winona

Nursing and me

2010-06-09T17:21:00.000-07:00

Today I was playing around on the computer and found a web site for nurses. It includes educational opportunities, discussion forums, questions and answers, and other great information. I have to say it caught my attention. I joined the site and quickly found myself responding to the posts of others. Once a nurse always a nurse I guess.

One discussion was from a student nurse working the summer on an OB unit. She was disenchanted and saddened because the hospital didn't have a program in place for families experiencing miscarriage or fetal demise. As a perinatal bereavement counselor and former OB nurse this made me sad. The hospitals I worked at all had some sort of plan for these families. The last one I was at had the best program including handmade clothes in every size to dress the babies in. The clothes were made and provided by a women's group from a church in Lake Arthur, Louisiana. I think every hospital should make certain every need of a patient and family should be met. This student is in a unique position to make a difference at the hospital. She can work up a bereavement plan and help institute it.

This post reminded of a young couple I cared for 22 years ago. I recently found this young mother on facebook. For several months I was her nurse when she was experiencing pre-term labor. She made it to term and delivered a beautiful baby girl named Robin. After Robin was born I took her to the nursery for her assessment. She couldn't stabilize her temperature. She went downhill by the minute. We worked so hard to save Robin, but she only lived for 16 hours. Beta Strep took that baby. I remember that baby girl like it was yesterday. It is good to be back in touch with Robin's mother.

Another discussion was from a student having difficulty concentrating on studying for her finals. I sent some words of wisdom as a former student and instructor. I hope this student is able to get past her anxiety and fear.

I identified closely with a question from an inactive nurse wanting to know how to get back in the field. I'm facing that decision. I allowed my license to go to inactive status when I was hurt. Big mistake. I am trying to decide now if I should take the lengthy refresher courses to reactivate my license knowing I can't work in a hospital setting anymore. I would like to do something. But, what?

Reading those posts reminded me so much of what I lost when I had to stop working. I loved being a nurse. It was a dream since childhood to become a nurse. I walked across the stage when I was 34 years old. I worked every year of my career in OB, Postpartum, Well Baby, Neonatal ICU and in community, staff, and student education. I served as a perinatal bereavement counselor. It was, and remains, one of the most rewarding things I've ever done.

I hope that most of my friends reading this blog have found professions they love. Dreams should never die. Sometimes they change, though. I began writing not long after I got hurt. It has become my new dream. It's almost as difficult as nursing school. I'm working on it.

I will go to my grave being proud of my nursing career. I will go to my grave loving being a nurse.

Spend some time doing what you love. Dream big and aim for that dream one step at a time.

Blessings to all.

A Half Hour of Senses

2010-06-05T09:55:00.000-07:00

The view of the creek bank from the deck. Salado, Texas

The senses. Most of us learn about them in elementary school. We learn about sight, hearing, smelling, tasting, and touching. Few of us know what it is like to live without these five senses. Wearing glasses is the closest I come to having a weak sense of sight.

Writers learn quickly to utilize the five senses in every scene plus the addition of the senses of time and space. I've used what I call the "sense of gravity" in scenes.

Recently I had an opportunity to experience the senses in vivid reality during a visit to my uncle's home in Salado, Texas. Salado is one of the most beautiful places on earth in my humble opinion. It is hot this time of year.

Early on the morning of May 29th I slipped out with my first cup of coffee. It was still cool and a soft breeze touched me. I settled on a glider overlooking the swimming pool, the sloping manicured lawn leading to a creek, and a wooded area beyond. It was in those first moments I realized my senses were working.

I tasted my coffee. Sweet and light. The mug was warm in my hands.

I looked at several pots of blooms surrounding the deck and pool. Pansies with smiling faces, red geraniums, pink Vinca, and others I couldn't name enhanced the scene.The scent of roses, buffetted by the breeze, came from somewhere nearby. The surface of the water in the pool reflected the sun and looked like jewels glimmering in the motion.

Roosters crowed from a home down the road. It was morning. The sun was up. I heard my Uncle LeeRoy and his wife, Jeanelle, laughing like kids as they came around the corner hauling a yellow water hose. They were watering the shrubs and potted plants. Their laughter was greater than any song. I suddenly heard a cacophony of chattering. It was a group of cardinals announcing that two bright red males were flying and fighting. I watched as they flew past me and into another tree. I wondered if they were fighting over a female or breakfast.

Closing my eyes I felt the cool metal of the glider on my back. I heard the rushing of the water in the creek. For a few moments I was lost in a feeling where time was of no consequence. I wasn't concerned about helping my aunt prepare for the 60 family members due to arrive at noon. My world was contained in the area immediately surrounding me.

For half an hour I experienced genuine peace. I became aware of the beauty reflected by the senses around me. I prayed "Thank you, Lord, for this special time."

A Gift of Enchantment

2010-05-14T18:36:00.000-07:00

Leaving Cimarron, NM

Eagle Nest, NM (from the moon roof of the car)
Winona on the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge, near Angel Fire

Rio Grande Gorge near Angel Fire

Winona and Mary at Ore House in Santa Fe

San Miguel Mission, Santa Fe circa 1610

Loretto Chapel, Santa Fe

Santa Fe Gallery

Mother's Day 2010 found me on the road with my dear friend, Mary, from Wichita Falls, Texas. She gave me one of the greatest gifts I have ever received for my coming birthday. She gave me the gift of home in the form of a trip to New Mexico,the home of my heart and where I was raised. I graduated from high school in Lovington in 1969.

Crossing the state line brought tears to my eyes. I have always found the diverse beauty, culture, and attitude of New Mexico to be more than I can bear at times. The sky was as blue as I remember. The wildflowers dotting acres of sage, mesquite, and cacti splash the roadside and life with color. We spent our first night in Tucumcari. I stood at the hotel window entranced by mesas in the distance. The next morning I had breakfast with two friends from high school, Dianne and Sam. Forty years dropped away like nothing.

Then, on to Santa Fe one of the oldest cities in the nation. Santa Fe is rich with art, culture, a careful bridging of the past with the present, and natural beauty. Adobe buildings, old and new, dot the countryside before giving way to a city rich with history. Before Santa Fe became a city of artists it was a city of faith. Cathedrals, missions, chapels, and the importance of faith are evident in every area. I was especially enthralled with the Loretto Chapel and its mystery of a spiral staircase built in the 1800's by an unnamed carpenter using only three tools and no nails. The carpenter disappeared as soon as the staircase was completed. The San Miguel Mission was built in 1610. It has witnessed revolts, peace, and unscrupulous overseers in its time. The Mission contains the oldest bell in the nation, forged in 1392.

Santa Feans are proud, and rightfully so, of the Native Americans, paintings, sculpture, pottery, jewelry, buildings, food, flora and fauna in the area. Creativity abounds and seems to be a prerequisite for living there. As a writer my creativity focused on the history and story imaginings. I have a tote bag still full of ideas, thoughts, and postcards. I'm not enough of a photographer to do New Mexico justice.

Undulating mountainsides with boulders trapped in some long ago free fall amaze even the most skeptical. Arroyos, gorges, and small washes meander as testimony to the presence of rushing and deep waters covering the desert and mountains eons ago. Crevices carved in the sides boast colors not found in a crayon box. The Rio Grande Gorge near Angel Fire rivals the Grand Canyon, not in size but in beauty.

Taos, a community of laid-back artisans and shopkeepers invites New Mexicans and tourists with selections as unique as their owners. Near Angel Fire naked ski slopes glare from the mountain. It is easy to see that winter brings activity and joy to visitors and locals.

Horses, cattle, sheep, and antelope share large ranches with snakes, coyotes, mountain lions, and other wildlife. New Mexico is a harsh land. Perhaps that is one of her greatest treasures.

I have tried, without great success, to convey to the readers the beauty of New Mexico as well as my love for her. Georgia O'Keefe, famous New Mexico artist, once said, "If you ever go to New Mexico, it will itch you for the rest of your life." She was right, indeed, she was right. New Mexico is the Land of Enchantment . . .

Again, I cried crossing the state line. I will return "home" again one day. If I can't return in body I'll return in spirit and, perhaps, in a story.

A new maneuver--Marketing for the first time!

2010-04-23T02:33:00.000-07:00

And, away we go . . . I think. I hope.

I am happy, and a bit frightened, to tell you that I will be marketing my first publication. I have a memoir titled "Marryin' Sam's Card" in Patchwork Path: Wedding Bouquet Anthology. The memoir describes my wedding day complete with everything that went hilariously wrong. We eloped, but everyone knew where and why. In the days of the Keystone Kop Kapers my wedding day to Frank would have made a great skit. We were married on August 12, 1971. Soon to be 39 years ago. It will available in May, 2010.

The anthology will be available on Amazon or through me at nona143writer@yahoo.com I'm unsure how to go about this and I've asked for, and received, some excellent suggestions from friends in the writing world. So, let me share some of those marketing suggestions and my plans.

--Make it known that I have copies of the book and that it will be availble on Amazon. I'm doing that, but still feel like I should just be giving the books away. Can't do that though, can I, not if I want to make my writing worthwhile and get it out there?

--Blog, e-mail friends and family, send messages to my loops and groups, contact the local newspaper, book store, and my church. So, I'm blogging. I'm going to be sending out messages and contacting places in my community, including a quilting shop and bridal shop (thanks, Jess, for that suggestion). Question to those of you who do this frequently--how do you handle family and friends?

--The local used bookstore carries the works of local authors. They will carry mine.

--Carry copies in the trunk of my car. Make myself visible reading Patchwork Path: Wedding Bouquet.

--Offer bookmarks and arrange a book signing at the local book store and library.

--Enlist the help of others to sell the book. Good friends have other friends. Be brave. Don't be shy. Talk it up.

So, readers, wish me luck. Send me ideas.

Patchwork Path has accepted another memoir I wrote for the Christmas Stocking Anthology to be out in October, 2010. It is titled "Tea Set for an Angel." Maybe I'll be ready with marketing skills at that time.

On another note, I'm going to be adding some new blog sites to my list. Please check them out and support other writers. I've been away from the blog and writing for several weeks due to some family problems, but things are looking up.

Conferences are important. I'll be attending the Oklahoma Writers Federation (OWFI) conference next week in Oklahoma City. It sounds like an exciting conference with many learning and networking opportunities.

So, happy spring. Awake and rejoice! I hope all of you are well and happily writing.

Nona

Winona B. Cross

Patchwork Path: Wedding Bouquet "Marryin' Sam's Card" May 2010

Patchwork Path: A Christmas Stocking "Tea Set for an Angel" October 2010

http://winonacross.blogspot.com

nona143writer@yahoo.com

CONTRASTS--in writing and in life

2010-02-16T06:29:00.000-08:00

The basic value of contrast in writing hit me in the gut several days ago. My sister-in-law and I were visiting in my den. She suddenly chuckled, at an inappropriate time in the conversation, to tell me "that's a perfect example of you and Frank (my dear husband)." I asked what and she broke into giggles and pointed at a corner of the room. "What?" I questioned.

"The contrast in that display of your shelf."

"What?" I demanded.

"It's just perfect. Your corner shelf filled with Seraphim angels and my grandfather's anvil sitting on the floor in front of it. Frank wants everyone to think he's tough and inflexible, but we know better. You have beautiful angels everywhere that accent your love of animals and life. But, you can be pretty tough."

"Anvils and Angels," I mused. The wheels of creativity began to turn. But, I put the thoughts on the back burner.

By the way, Frank and I have been married for almost 39 years. Despite the contrasts in our personalities.

It's the Contrast that makes the anvil and angels visually interesting.

On my way to see a friend in Wichita Falls, Texas this past weekend I witnessed another beautiful example of contrast. My drive occurred over semi-icy roads and six inches of new snow on the ground. The drive is rural, there are many cattle and horse ranches along the way. It was breathtaking to come to the top of a hill and see a herd of livestock pawing the ground in search of dry grass.

However, the contrasting sight for me, coming over one of those Oklahoma hills was a herd of black Angus grazing and searching for food in a snowy pasture. It had an impact on me.

Black on White. That's contrast.

Another example, seeing six or seven horses galloping in a snowy pasture is beautiful. Horses are graceful and full of soul. Horses stir something in me that I have difficulty describing. It is akin to seeing God.

However, on the way home from my weekend excursion, I saw a herd of about twenty full size goats galloping in a pasture. Not so graceful or soulful. As a matter-of-fact, it was humorous. I don't know why the group was galloping. They most likely sensed danger or saw their owner going to the barn with a bag of feed.

Another contrast, the grace of horses versus the frantic, lumbering, gallop of goats.

What sort of contrasts are you including in your writing? Do your characters have traits that cause turmoil in their life or in the lives of others? Does your hero and heroine have personality characteristics that cause friction in their relationship or that may cause your readers to keep reading to figure out if the contrasting traits cause a demise of their relationship.

Thinking of contrasts in my own writing these past days has led me to make several changes in my own works in progress. I'm showing contrast--in emotions, personality, events, geography, food, coping mechanisms, and other important writing tools we all try to have in the hope chests for our words and work.

I have few publishing credits, but I do have some. I am writing with a renewed focus. Because of that, I'm noticing things around me. Becoming more observant. I wonder if I would have been in tune with contrasts in life and in writing a few months ago?

fine tuning

2010-02-08T10:42:00.000-08:00

Just an update--I've fine tuned a story and plan to submit it to a contest tomorrow. I have written two more chapters for "Rebecca's Journey." It is happening, folks.

Workshops and Writing

2010-02-08T06:31:00.000-08:00

Good morning, Readers--I am taking an online workshop titled "The Xtremely Productive Writer" facilitated by Kara Lennox and sponsored by The Red River Romance Writer's Group of Wichita Falls, Texas. Kara has presented those involved in the workshop with much food for thought in only four lessons. We've discussed procrastination, more on procrastination, fear, and writer's block. I'm sure every writer can relate to these topics at some level.

I knew procrastination often paralyzed me as far as writing is concerned, but the lessons have awakened in me the reasons for my procrastination. I have little self-confidence regarding my own writing, I compare myself to others, I fear rejection, therefore not writing or submitting keeps rejection at bay. I allow life to get in the way.

Making a list of priorities in my life forced me to admit that writing is indeed very important to me. Not far behind God and family. I enjoy writing and when I allow myself to sit down and do it I retreat into the world of my story, my characters, and my scenes. When I am on the Oregon Trail in 1845 this world fades away. I taste the strong coffee, I feel the fatigue, my heart beats with fear and with love, I work hard to keep the wagon teams and the horses healthy, I rejoice with each day finished on the trail. And, I will shout "Eureka!" when my characters reach the end of the trail and I type "The End."

I have been writing more lately. Encouraged by monthly goals and writing challenges I find myself with pencil and notebook in hand. Writers, and everyone else, need goals to achieve their dream. My dream is, and has been, to publish "Rebecca's Journey," my short stories, and the two other novels I have outlined.

Self sabotage is a thing of the past for me. It really is, I'm not sure exactly when, what, or how that came to pass but it did and I'm thankful for it.

I would encourage writers of every level and genre to set goals, find inexpensive workshops through writing groups, attend conferences, and read books and magazines about the writing craft.

On a final, and sad, note I want to let everyone who has followed my blog know that my cousin Ron Cross died on January 29th. The cancer made his death quite painful. The nurse in me felt quite helpless because I couldn't fix it. He was a man of honor. He was a very successful business man and the Vice Mayor of my hometown. He was a loving family man leaving a wife and three children. Ron made sure he was doing anything he could to help our community and those in need. I will miss him greatly.

Energizing and writing

2010-01-12T09:02:00.000-08:00

You know, life sometimes gets in the way of what we writers want to do. Such has been true in my life for a year. Family illness, a major move, and other life changes spun my writing and my mind into a feeling of paralysis. As I said in my previous blog post, that paralysis is coming to an end.

Saturday, January 10, I went to Wichita Falls, Texas for the monthly meeting of the Red River Romance Writers Group (RRRW). What a way to start a new year. Janet Brown spoke about setting up our DREAM for writing. Each suggestion she made had me nodding my head and taking rapid notes. RRRW is a small group with boundless potential and I am proud to become a member.

A friend, Pamela S. Thobodeaux, from my beloved writers group in Louisiana, the Bayou Writer's Group (BWG), has finally realized her dream of being able to stay home and work full time as an author. A very talented woman. She is now associated with Premium Promotional Services. If you need or want help with editing, marketing, or any other aspect of our writing world contact Pam through them at http://premiumpromotions.biz She can also be reached at pthib-7@centurytel.net or http://pamswildroseblog.blogspot.com

I rarely suggest a service such as this, but I am pleased that Pam is assisting me with the editing and completion of my novel "Rebecca's Journey."

So, writer friends, look up and visit the sites for some of the smaller groups. There is much to offer. Red River Romance Writers Group is offering four inexpensive on line workshops in 2010. Bayou Writers Group offers an annual conference in November. A great conference! Both groups offer unlimited education, camraderie, and sharing each month.

Spend a few moments searching such names as Jessica Ferguson, Judith Leger, Peggy Borel, Jan Newman, Janet Brown, Julie Mozingo, Sharon Sala, and others you'll find at Red River Romance Writers and the Bayou Writers Group.

Be a cheerleader for your own writing and that of others.

Characters--many dimensions

2009-12-25T16:23:00.000-08:00

Writers know we must make our characters multi-dimensional with good, bad, and unusual traits. We must make them jump off the page and keep readers turning the page. Usually, though, characters bring to immediate mind humans. Sometimes animals.

I often use horses and dogs in my writings. They are characters just as real as their human counterparts.

This past Christmas week my son and his family have been visiting from Virginia. On the way here they were stuck/trapped in a blizzard for almost 24 hours. I worried. I paced. I cried. And, I kept the phone line alive. They made it safely home.

Last night I lay beside my beautiful two year old granddaughter and watched her sleep. Snow blew outside the window. My dream of a white Christmas was granted, but it was accompanied by worry as she would be leaving the next morning. Back in the snow. Not a blizzard this time, just snow requiring careful driving by her daddy.

Weather can be a viable character for writers. We make lightning flash, thunder roll, humidity melt, heat swelter, flood waters rise and recede, snow cause white-outs, and wind howl. Other weather related actions move our characters in and out of harm's way or into new regions. Weather is active or causes action. We mustn't negate its importance in our work.

My current work in progress takes place along the Oregon Trail in 1845. The emigrants faced challenges of many sorts along the way, but weather and nature became their greatest foes.

I first became actively aware of the importance of weather as a character attending my first meeting of the Red River Romance Writer's Group in Wichita Falls, Texas. Sharon Sala, multi-published romance author, served as the guest speaker that day. She taught much, but I particulary recall her mention of using weather as character.

That day led to Ms. Sala becoming one of my favorite authors. She uses weather, setting extremes and other natural gifts to enhance her novels.

So, writer family, don't forget weather in your writing. Use it for more than to establish setting. It is a powerful tool.

Happy writing to all.

I'm back and writing

2009-12-19T06:45:00.000-08:00

It's easy to see that my last post was in July. Since that time things in my life have been turned upside down. In a nutshell, my writing has taken a definite backseat to helping care for my cousin who is terminally ill, his mother who has recently been diagnosed with Alzheimer's, spending time with an out-of-town friend who had major surgery, and spending six weeks in Virginia when my second grandbaby was born on September 17.

For quite some time I felt as if my brain cells had lost all creative juices. I did do some dabbling and my mind did some wandering. I have written snippets, thoughts, lists, and other ideas here and there. Mostly in a journal. I found one thought that came to me in sleep on the back of a catalog. I don't recall writing it.

However, I did find time to submit a memoir to Patchwork Path: Wedding Bouquet in August. I received notification on December 14 that the memoir had been accepted for the anthology. Amazing, that simple e-mail infused me with energy, the desire to write, and a self-commitment to make the time to write.

I have been taking my laptop and scribblings to my cousin's house. Perhaps, for now, I should concentrate on short stories, memoirs, and short articles rather than my novel. I will finish my last assignment for Long Ridge Writer's Group this week. I had to take a leave from that course.

Bottom line--I am back. I am energized. I am writing each day.

On updates, writing, and procrastination

2009-07-16T05:56:00.000-07:00

Once again, I have procrastinated to the point of distraction and guilt . . . Every morning I think about updating my blog. Every morning I procrastinate and get busy with other things. Wish I had an answer to that particular "why" question.

This morning, I'm busily trying to pack a suitcase, finish laundry, clean house, and prepare to go to Wichita Falls, Texas for a week. My friend, Mary, is having surgery tomorrow. I will be helping her out as much as I am able. It will be good to get away, despite the reason.

We had a wonderful family reunion the weekend of the fourth of July. More than 60 people were present and there was more than enough food. We went out in the boats. Talked. Played with the kids and had great fireworks two nights in a row. I have to admit, seeing the reflection of the fireworks on the lake made them more beautiful.

Our trip to Virginia to see Rosalyn was great. Too short and so much fun. Hard to believe she is two. Bill has been out to sea quite a lot. He's serving on the USS Carl Vinson, a recently refitted aircraft carrier. Sierra is miserable. I think Bailey is going to be a big baby like her sister. I'll be flying out to Virginia on September 18th for a few weeks to help Sierra with Rosalyn and the new baby.

On writing . . . I'm finishing up my last assignment for the Long Ridge Novel Writer's Course. This one has to do with putting together a proposal package and learning about marketing. OUCH! My novel is moving along. I have the full outline and several chapters written and edited. Two chapters in long hand and my characters keep changing on me. Rebecca wants to be a bit more adventurous than I planned and she sure isn't taking this falling in love business well.

The wagon train is taking on a life of its own. Not just the characters, but the animals, supplies, and equipment. I recently heard Sharon Sala speak at a writer's group about the use of geography and weather as characters. I realized I was/am utilizing those things but never considered them to be characters. Just setting.

I have a rough draft finished of a memoir for "Patchwork Path" and two drafts about animals for "Grit." Considering working on re-tooling a couple of interviews and a holiday story. I want to write about my Daddy, but find that much too difficult.

I'm very much looking forward to the last week of July. Some friends from Louisiana are coming. We're going to stay at Ron's lake house. Our plans are to work on art journals, writing, and other creative pursuits. But, we'll probably spend a great deal of time just talking, playing Scrabble, and eating. I'm sure Ron's son, Greg, will take us out in his boat. It will be nice.

And, last of all, I have to say I'm missing Louisiana, my friends, my church, and my writer's group more than I ever imagined. However, it is nice to be "home" and near family.

Rosie the Riviter Died

2009-06-04T10:10:00.000-07:00

Rosie the Riviter died on May 20, 2009 at the age of 90 years and 14 days.

At the time of her death she looked beautiful and no older than her early sixties. She had gorgeous thick black hair, alabaster skin, manicured nails, perfect make-up and a brilliant smile. She was classy, intelligent, and full of life. She loved gambling and went to the casino often. She was a winner in every way.

About two years ago my dear Aunt Hazel and I began talking about her younger days. She told me for the first time about her experiences during World War II. Her story included the hardships the American people endured for the good of the country, including rationing and doing without many things we wouldn't sacrifice these days. Her husband, Art, was called to duty. He was gone for three years.

The most interesting part of the conversation was about her time as a Rosie the Riviter at an aircraft facility in California. One of her co-workers was a shy young woman with dark hair named Norma Jean Baker. We would recognize her as Marilyn Monroe. Hazel said some journalists and photographers came to the factory one day. Their boss noticed that the young woman named Norma Jean was quite photogenic. Not long after that day Norma Jean was gone and her career beginning as a model named Marilyn began.

Aunt Hazel and I decided we would work together on a novel or memoir about her experiences. We talked and shared. She was a member of the Oklahoma and American Association of Rosie the Riviters. Her story was published in a newsletter.

I have my notes, some photos, and other things to work on some sort of story or memoir. She was going to be my reader and check my words for accuracy. But, I no longer have my Aunt Hazel. My own Rosie the Riviter.

I guess I thought she would live forever.

I will write her story one day. It's too soon at this time.

Rest in Peace, Aunt Hazel.

I AM BACK!!!

2009-05-13T12:09:00.000-07:00

Greetings--There is a scene in the movie "Independence Day" where actor Randy Quaid acting as a former jet fighter pilot, alien abductee, and current drunken crop duster takes an opportunity to fly a jet into the body of an alien space ship to save the U.S.A. I love it. In one fell swoop he faces death and screams to the aliens, "I'm baccccccck . . ."

I'm not facing death in an alien spaceship, but I am back from a writing hiatus that felt alien. For months my life has focused on the move to Oklahoma. Going back and forth to M.D. Anderson with cousin Ron. Looking at so many houses I just got frustrated. Finally, finding one and initiating the purchase process. Selling our house in Louisiana. Unpacking box after box after box. I think they multiplied like rabbits in the back of that truck. I'm still searching for some things.

I thought my writing would easily resume when I finally got the house together. It didn't.

But, I am proud to tell everyone that two things recently happened that caused my soul to soar and my mind to want to write again.

First, I visited a dear friend in nearby Wichita Falls. She has recently moved into a 1920's mansion. The architectural details, attention to detail, size, and grounds immediately had me grabbing paper and pen as I explored the large spaces. Over the years the house has been a personal home, an office, a restaurant, an event center, and a bar. Everywhere the eye is drawn there is imported marble. Walnut walls, ceilings, stained glass and staircases offer warm welcomes. The basement could easily have been the place of romance, murder, hauntings, and espionage. Hidden and trick spaces surprised me.

I have to write a book using this historic house as a setting. I HAVE to. But, first I have to finish "Rebecca's Journey," submit those stories waiting in folders, write up an interview, and look through the pages of one word or one sentence notes I've taken over the months.

The second thing that really, really inspired me was a gift in the mail. My dear friend, Mindy, from the Bayou Writer's Group (BWG) sent me a unique and embellished journal. Several friends of mine from BWG sent notes and words of encouragement in the journal. Amazing what a journal can do, isn't it?

I can't tell you how much I miss my BWG friends and the writing support they so freely give. I continue to look for a writer's group in this area. Think I found one in Wichita Falls and, maybe, one here in Durant. A web search turned up a group near Dallas, I may visit them occasionally.

Having a group to support and understand the mind and imaginings of a writer is important to our survival and success.

So, I am back and ready to post regularly. And, ready to write again.

Blessings to all.

CANCER in our lives

2009-02-24T17:19:00.000-08:00

Since returning to Oklahoma I've been involved with trips to M.D. Anderson Hospital in Houston every three weeks. I come with my husband's cousin, Ronny, and his wife, Tammy. The appointments are reminiscent of being rounded up as a herd of cattle would be for branding. Yet, there is method to the madness. M.D Andereson is choreographed well. It is no wonder they have an international reputation.

Ron is in the midst of a recurrence of nasopharyngeal cancer. This time it is impeding into the bones of his skull. Ronny is only 54. He and Tammy have three children aging 21 to 13. Until this time around we've felt hopeful. This time there is less hope. Since yesterday (Monday) Ronny has had multiple vials of blood drawn, seen three physicians, been fitted for a radiation simulation mask, had a dose of chemo, an MRI and plenty of hurry up and wait time. Today he had more simulation for the radiation, which will begin on March 10, followed by another MRI. Tomorrow is another busy day. We're trying to get finished and get home before the devastating effects of his chemo hit.

Watching the chemo ravage his body is almost more than I can bear. I have taken care of many patients over the years and had no trouble doing what was necessary to help them get better. On the other hand, doing things which may be uncomfortable for someone I dearly love tears me in half. For the next week he will lie very near death.

I try to stay calm and informed for everyone. It is hard.

When we are at M.D. Anderson the hell of cancer is visible and much like the proverbial elephant in the room. For every person sitting in the myriad of waiting rooms there is at least one family member or friend with them. Fear is tangible, but so is hope and courage. The employees are kind, understanding, cheerful and very knowledgable.

Cancer affects everyone. It doesn't discriminate. I have seen very wealthy people, including an entourage escorting a Sheik. And, I have seen those who seem to be homeless. All are treated well as best I can tell. I know my beloved cousin is in one of the best possible places to be treated for cancer. Yet, I wonder. I pray and try my very best not to succumb to fear or worry.

On a final note, I want to remember my own mother's courageous battle with lung cancer. She died in 1997, but she was happy and in touch with God until she drew her last breath. Should I ever acquire cancer, I hope to face it with the kind of hope, optimism, and courage of my cousin and mother.

Closing doors and Opening Windows

2009-01-04T02:16:00.000-08:00

It's been said time and again that when God closes one door, He opens a window or another door. In our case it is true. For years my husband and I have prayed to be able to move back to Oklahoma where we are from and where all of our familly except one son live. We've been in Louisiana, over 400 miles from our nearest relative for 18 years.

On December 18th of this year I was in Virginia staying the month with my son, Bill and his family, including my beautiful grandbaby. My husband, Frank, called me. He had just been laid off.

It was a shock and totally unexpected. He was scheduled to begin Christmas vacation that day. The plan was to go to Oklahoma to get our other son, spend a day with his cousin who has cancer, then drive to Virginia. He did that, but I had to coax him. His fear of the loss of income was uppermost in his mind, as well as mine. I knew it would do us all good to see each other. I knew Frank aks Grandpa needed to see the baby.

Despite the worries we had a good family Christmas. We were more able to focus on what is important and what the meaning of Christmas is all about.

The long trip back in the car was quiet and it became more tense as we got closer to home and the reality of our problem.

However, when we stopped in Oklahoma to take our son home we stayed with Frank's cousin, Ron. During that visit Ron offered Frank a job at his distribution warehouse. What a blessing. Suddenly, things didn't seem quite so bad. God finally opened the window for us to move home.

The timing is fortuitous. Ron has cancer. They want me, as a nurse, to be near and to go along with them to MD Anderson when he has chemo. For some reason he will listen to me when he won't listen to his wife or physicians. Ron is only 54 and has three children. At this point in my blog I would ask that those of you who pray to pray for Ron.

Other windows opened for us. Ron has a truck he isn't using just now. His son will bring it to us in a couple of weeks so we can be loading things into it. We won't have to unpack the truck until we find a place to live. While we search for a place to live we are invited to stay in their lake house. Another window open. God is good.

Now, we are busily trying to finish some bedroom renovations we were in the middle of so we can put our house on the market. Packing things up is another story. Because we've been here so long we have a small house full of things. I have to make decisions about what to keep, what to donate to the thrift shop and what to throw away.

My books. I only did one shelf. It was my shelf of Christian books. Many I just couldn't part with, but I will be donating a box full to my church library.

But, what of my other books. I can't get rid of any of my autographed copies. How does one choose which books to keep?

I wasn't able to write while I was in Virginia. Silly me, I thought I would have time even as I took care of Rosalyn. When your my age and in my physical shape you nap or sleep when the baby does. That, my friends, is one of those great truths.

I must finish an interview I did for a local paper and get it submitted. I must finish an article for my writer's group newsletter before I leave. Where will I find the time? Where will I find a way to turn off my mind, which is running rampart with moving thoughts, so I can focus and write?

I attended my last meeting of my writer's group, the Bayou Writer's Group of Lake Charles, Louisiana. It was sad for me. I was weepy. I had to relinquish my spot as secretary and as a member of our conference committee. Our new president, Jess Ferguson, is going to make it a fruitful year. She has plans for each meeting, which always includes learning opportunities. I will miss my group and hope to find one in Oklahoma.

I am a new member of a small critique group. I need it and know it will be beneficial to me.

So, I am about to climb through the windows God has opened for me and make a new start. I ask for prayers and best wishes. And, encouragement to continue writing.

Nona

2009-01-03T11:52:00.000-08:00

On being a Grandmother . . .

I haven't blogged lately because I spent the entire month of December with my beautiful granddaughter, Rosalyn and her parents, my son, Bill, and his wife, Sierra.
I was present for Rosalyn's birth on June 28, 2007. Holding her for the first time made my heart hurt in a most exquisite way. I stood with my son, holding his newborn daughter. Tears were flowing without shame from my Sailor/firefighter/paramedic son's eyes.
When a parent is as lucky as I am to have her grown son fall in love and marry a woman who becomes her friend as well as daughter-in-law it is a blessing. Having a grandbaby result from that union is akin to feeling love coming full circle.
From the beginning it became habit for me, Nana, to get up with Rosalyn for her first diaper change and feeding of the day. That is our time. Nana and Rosalyn with everyone else asleep. Eighteen months later that habit still exists whenever I'm fortunate enough to be with her. You see. Rosalyn and her parents live in Chesapeake, Virginia. I live in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Over a thousand miles separate us. It's simply too much.
Rosalyn has always been curious and into things as she develops the skills to do so. Everything intrigues her. She gets frustrated when she isn't able to figure something out. She loves life. The photo of her on the right I titled, "Wow." It was taken on her first birthday. Nobody knows what she saw that day to impress her so much.
She loves animals. Rosalyn lives with two dogs. A daschund named Chloe, who is sill extremely jealous of her and a very laid back basset hound named Hunter. Roslayn and Hunter play, usually with her climbing all over him. See the photo of Rosalyn talking to Hunter.
When I was there at Christmas we took Rosalyn to a Winter Wonderland and live Nativity. She was in awe of all of the animals. There was a small petting zoo there. She loved the pony. I am a horse lover of unrealistic proportions. I have made it my goal to turn Rosalyn into a horse lover. I made sure she got to pet a pony.

Keeping up with an 18 month old is almost more than this old girl can handle. She stays busy from the time her feet hit the floor until she is down for a nap or bed. Of course, Nana has to help her dress her doll, roll her little ambulances and fire trucks around, put shapes in the proper hole, and read books.

I love that she is so interested in books. We must read a dozen a day. Sometimes she will get a book from her shelf and sit on the floor turning the pages and "read" it. She can't say many words yet, but her babbling contains voice inflections appropriate for the story. I pray that her love of books continues throughout her life. That is a goal of mine and her parents. Make learning fun and never be ashamed of her intelligence as she gets older.

She is learning sign language. She is most familiar with the sign for food and more. The following photo shows signing more. There is a growing trend nowadays for parents to teach their babies sign language. I think it's great. Signing is much like a second language and it could prove helpful as she gets older.

Runny nose and all I love this baby girl. All my adult life I heard others speak about the joys of having grandchildren. I wanted to be one. I wanted to be a Nana. I am now a member of the grandparent's club.

Christmas was great! Seeing the look of awe in the eyes of a baby when we passed homes decorated with lights and yard ornaments made me laugh and ooh and ahh with her. She had a problem keeping away from the Christmas tree and the wrapped gifts. No became the word of the day.

When the time came to open gifts on Christmas morning she had to be shown how to open the them, she's a fast learner like her Nana and she was tearing into the gifts like a pro in no time. She thought all of the gifts were for her and became a bit frustrated when she couldn't open them all.

My words aren't sufficent to relay the joy and love this baby brings into my life, but I hope those of you reading my blog will enjoy seeing the baby who changed my life in many ways.

God is good, isn't he?

Happy New Year to all.

P.S. Someone tell me how to get rid of all the dead space between the end of the post and the bottom of the page for comments?

conference photos labeled part two

2008-11-26T04:12:00.000-08:00

It seems I can't figure out how to add text to a post with photos. Need a hands-on tutorial since I'm such a visual learner. I have a love/hate relationship with my computer.

I will label the photos, but first I want to thank all of the donors of door prizes--40 of them. Thanks for above and beyond go to Harvey Honsinger and Curt Iles for providing the muscle when we arranged the tables and chairs.

My apologies for my lack of computer knowledge. I made the rather unprofessional decision to post the photos in this manner so others can see them. Next time, I will have the knack.

The photos from the previous post in order are:

1. Martha Sylvest a the information table
2. Chris Baldauf at one of three door prize tables. The blanket made by BWG member Hillene Deaton is on the right end.
3. Speaker and Senior Editor of Boy's Life magazine, Paula Murphey
4. The Lafayette Group--the picture is dark but Mindy, our extraordinary newsletter editor, is at the far end
5. Nona Cross and Rosie Deskin
6. Harvey Honsinger--doesn't he just look like a western author?
7. Beverly Martin, Conference Chair, Jessica Ferguson, Conference Committee, and Pamela Thibodeaux, BWG co-founder
8. Speaker and author Randy Denmon, BWG co-founder Randy Dupre, and Speaker Paula Murphey

Have a very Happy Thanksgiving. Blessings to every reader,

winona

Conference photos

2008-11-26T03:49:00.000-08:00

On Rejections

2008-11-21T06:21:00.000-08:00

Well, dear readers, I received another rejection. It arrived on an all ready horrific day. I've received other rejections, of course. This one had a particular impact and double whammy because just days before I had met and introduced the editor of the magazine , "The First Line," at our local Bayou Writer's Group writer's conference.

I had submitted weeks before the conference and was very excited about meeting Mr. LaBounty. As a daydreamer extraordinare I had fantasized about being told at the conference that my little story had been chosen.

I did my homework regarding reading some of the stories that had been published in the magazine. What didn't click is that my type of story--one of intense human emotion wasn't the generally accepted style. I understand that, especially after re-reading some stories from "The First Line," which is a literary journal.

I want to make it clear that I enjoy "The First Line" immensely. David LaBounty and his wife, Robin are enjoyable and interesting people. And, their children are just adorable.

I encourage readers of my blog to check out "The First Line," and submit. Of course, you can reach it at www.thefirstline.com

Now, I'm off to take care of errands demanding to be run. Then, back home to find a home for my story. I still think it's a good story despite the rejection. I wish you inspired writing and no more rejections . . .

Winona

Accomplishments and Goals

2008-11-10T07:07:00.000-08:00

It's November, we're nearing the close of 2008. That just seems impossible to me. There is some truth in the old adage that as one gets older time either flies by or crawls by. Mindy, the newsletter editor for Gator Talk has asked us to send something reflecting our accomplishments and goals. The Bayou Writer's Group has so much potential. I feel a bit small offering my little list.

My first thought--what accomplishments? I tend to compare myself to others. Pam, whose career is taking off like a rocket ship. And, not a moment too soon. She is deserving. She has finally got an agent. Judy, whose writing is becoming more and more available. Both of these ladies will become common household names in the near future. Angie who is an expert in freelance marketing to magazines. Harvey, whose western stories and novels transport the reader back in time. I shouldn't have mentioned names, there are just too many more. So, I just say--Cheers to BWG.

I thought of others who are just beginning on this writing journey. The young authors who presented their stories to our group. Each of the winners is in high school. Their creativity was amazing. And, inspiring. I pray their enthusiasm continues. I pray they are in touch with other writers who offer unconditonal support.

What were Nona's accomplishments?

I am steadily working on my novel, "Rebecca's Journey." I thank my Long Ridge Writer's Group instructor, Mary Rosenblum for that. I had a short story accepted by Mouth Full of Bullets, however MFOB had to close for a while. Thanks to Hurricane IKE. I have several works in progress to be fine-tuned and submitted. Including an article for the BWG newsletter.

The most interesting accomplishment for me this year is a new niche. About a year ago my husband suggested Iinterview a local man for the newspaper. His name is Johnny Harper. His trade is sharpening lawn mower blades, chain saws, knives and anything that can be sharpened. The tools he uses were handed down by his grandfather. His shop is like stepping back in time. The article turned out be a love story about a boy and his grandfather. I was thrilled when it was accepted and published.

I enjoyed so very much doing the interview and putting the article together. I loved seeing my by-line on page one. I loved the feedback. Because of this feeling of success, I have since interviewed a fellow member of BWG who is the father of seven sons. Rodney has raised his sons alongside his wife to believe in God, to appreciate nature and to use hunting and fishing responsibly. This article will also be a lesson in love.

When the first article was published a very knowledgable friend of mine, Jessica Ferguson, told me I could re-work the articles and submit them to magazines. I didn't know I could do that. But, I will.

I have become more active in writing groups that reflect my interests--ACFW, Short Fiction Mystery Society, 19th Century Writers, and NaNoWriMo. And, I started this blog.

An accomplishment I'm most proud of is taking part in the conference committe for the BWG annual conference. I worked with a superb group--Beverly Marin, chair, Jessica Ferguson, Angie Dilmore, and Walt Dutton. It's been a great deal of work, but the final product will be fantastic.

So, my accomplishments are not many. None of them are earth shattering or worthy of breaking out a bottle of champagne. These baby steps have given me a few more grains of self-confidence.

My goals for 2009 are much like New Year's Resolutions. I have great plans, but we'll see how many of them are met.

Because of the interviews I did for the newspaper I have discovered I like memoirs. I will simply list my goals:

1. Finish the first draft of "Rebecca's Journey."

2. Edit, find a market for and, hopefully, an agent for "Rebecca's Journey."

3. Write at least three articles for Chicken Soup and/or Cup of Comfort. Perhaps using the interviews I did for the newspaper.

4. Find homes for the three short stories I have completed, including "Lad with a Lyre" and "False Sanctuary," which has been rejected by AHMM and EQMM.

5. Submit an article to the BWG newsletter.

6. Write and submit at least two devotionals.

7. Begin my second novel, "Gifts from a P.O.W."

8. Encourage other writers to join a write 's group in their area. BWG has been a great influence for me. There is so much talent and support in our group. Serve on the 2009 conference committee.

9. Find a regular critique group and/or partner.

10. Continue reading often in different genres.

11. Try NaNoWriMo again.

12. Learn to do art journal like Mindy. And, be more consistent in keeping my journal up to date.

That's enough, isn't it? I tend to overdo. One thing I didn't include as a goal is a lifestyle change. I don't work outside the home, so I have no excuse not to make writng my job. I plan to write at least 4 hours a day. It will take discipline and learning not to proscratinate. Wish me well. If I don't or can't make this change my goals won't all be completed. If I do make the change, I believe I can succeed. Maybe even do more.

Thinking about accomplishments and goals puts things into perspective when one is honest. By the same token, it offers opportunites for the self to accomplish more, to improve in the mechanics of writng, and to lure others to the writing process.

Well, I'm off to write. Put your accomplishments and goals in writing. Print it out, put it on your notebooks and mirrors and refrigerator. Reminders are not so gentle nudges.

winona

NaNoWriMo--Yikes!

2008-11-03T07:08:00.000-08:00

OK. We're three days into NaNo. The whole idea of writing a novel in a month is overwhelming. I'm working on the Oregon Trail YA novel I've researched, dreamed of, character developed and put aside time after time. For years "Rebecca's Journey" has been a part of me. She has wanted me to tell her story. I've balked like a stubborn mule in one of the scenes I've written.

I see Rebecca in my sleep. I fight for her. I want to scream at her when danger threatens. I even sigh when she receives her first kiss. Do you remember your first kiss? Your first real kiss. I do.

I wrote, and met the word count expectation, on day one. Yesterday, I just plain didn't have time to write. Today, I plan to make up for lost time and lost words. I have a bit of a problem. I'm one of those holdbacks. I tend to write longhand in a binder or notebook then type. I also tend to edit as I go. How on earth do you guys out there turn off that darn internal editor? Please, tell me . . . I really wanna know.

I know, that's old-fashioned and it doubles my work and eats up my time. I've decided that today I'll just use the computer. My notebook and sharpened pencils with the nerd erasers on them have been relegated to another room.

Something else has been everpresent in my mind. If you've read the post just before this one you know that I'm going to be attending my 40th high school reunion in the fall of 2009. Just thinking about it has been terrified. My heart beats faster. Questions about whether or not I'll be accepted interrupt my most rational thoughts. And, what if I don't lose weight? Do I go? My husband says yes. My heart says yes.

Well, that was not what I intended. What I was going to say is that these walks down memory lane have made me realize when I first began the thoughts of writing a book about the Oregon Trail. I was either a Sophomore or Junior and was taking American History. Mr. Gerald Haynes was the teacher. I became enthralled with the Oregon Trail and the cattle drives in the late 1800's. I did some kind of report about the Chisholm Trail.

Bottom line. This story has been a part of me for more than 40 years. Will 2009 be Rebecca's year? That is my plan. But, will it be the plan of a publisher? We'll see.

Now, to turn off internet and get to typing. I have about 4000 words to write today. Just to catch up. Jessica has succeeded in doing over 3000 words on day 1, despite coming to the Bayou Writer's Group meeting and being elected 2009 president. Mindy and I went to Starbucks after the meeting and wrote for a couple of hours. Few words were said, but I swear her computer was on fire. There I sat with my pencil and notebook. And, there she sat with a smoking computer. Go, Mindy!

I do so wish words typed in blogs and internet messages counted for NaNo. (Sigh). Until later, write well and tell your story.

Nona

Where did the girl go?

2008-10-31T05:10:00.000-07:00

It's Halloween. Not much different than any other day. However, I feel like a bit of a Zombie or some sort of Mummy. Or, something. Let me explain.

I have been online with several classmates from my old high school years. We're planning our 40th reunion for homecoming time next year. Because of these conversations I've been teleported down memory lane and into the old photo containers.

Where did the girl I used to be go? The ready smile. The pretty blonde hair. The normal weight. Life without any concerns more serious than whether or not my crush of the week would notice me in the hall or in class.

Some things haven't changed. I'm still talking. Looking at the photos it seems I always had my mouth open. But, the laughter that always accompanied the words isn't so forthcoming these days. I wasn't popular, but I wasn't ostracized either. Kids can be so cruel in every generation. I guess I was part of the "invisible" group. We were there. We were accepted. And, we were happy.

I tell my junior high Sunday school kids, who are all in the popular group, how it feels to be less than popular and how much it means to the invisible or unpopular kids to receive a smile or a greeting from the popular kids.

Funny, though, the lines separating groups diminishes or disappears over the years. This is a good thing. At the reunion in 2002 I got to sit with, dance with and even received a kiss on the cheek from one of the boys I was so in love with back in those days. He remembered me. I was thrilled.

I wish everyone could have had the childhood and high school years I did. I made a major mistake in my senior year by marrying a real jerk without thinking about it. At that time, married girls had to drop out of clubs and other extracurricular activities. Still, I had my friends.

My friends were the best. There were seven of us who spent a lot of time together from our junior high years onward. Go Taylor Junior High School Tigers! We practiced with make-up, talked about boys, planned our futures and vowed never to be separated.

My best friend, Teresa, and I hoped to move to the south and have a horse ranch. That was before I met Mike and she started dating Gary, who she is still married to as I speak. Life gets in the way of those childhood dreams. New dreams take their place.

I was able to visit Lovington in 2002 for an all 60's reunion. Oh, it was fun. I dragged main with my best friend. I stayed at her parent's home with her. Oh boy, memories of slumber parties. I ordered a vanilla cream Dr.Pepper from Ole Jax. I parked in front of the house I lived in during those years. Ate mexican food at a great place in Hobbs I remember from my younger years. Very little has changed. In the New Mexico desert things don't rust and rot as they do in these swamps of Louisiana. I want to be back in the desert . . . I miss being able to look out and see the horizon rather than pine trees. I miss being able to see the lights of neighboring towns from my own front porch.

I'm nervous about this 40th reunion because of the extra weight and the wrinkles. You see, I still see the people of my very happy youth as they looked 40 years ago. I have seen many of them over the years and know this vision isn't real. They've aged just as I have. I want this reunion to be memorable.

I'll be in Lovington, New Mexico next year for homecoming. I'll be loudly supporting the Wildcats at the ball game. I'll probably be wearing blue and white. I'll take my battered and painful body to the receptions and dinners and other festivities and I'll love every minute of it. I will share tears with my classmates when we remember our friends who have died. There are too many of them.

I guess the girl I once was is still in there. She isn't a zombie or a mummy. Her memories still live clear and strong. Her friends still live in her heart. She still hears the noises of a winning football game. She still holds dear the pep rallies held in a hot gym. She can still walk the halls of Lovington High School and see her friends and other classmates. She still wonders what ever happened to the first loves. She is still young at heart and always will be.

The girl that once was is now married with grown sons and a granddaughter.

The computer illiterate woman the girl is today wishes she could figure out how to add more photos to this particular post . . . Technology, ain't it great? When I was in high school the typing lab had only a few electric typewriters. Most were manual. Now, here we are with computers.

Enjoy your memories. Hold them dear.

Winona

Getting into the flow

2008-10-22T12:51:00.000-07:00

I finally got into the flow . . .

For weeks I have been struggling with one chapter for my novel, "Rebecca's Journey." The characters, dialogue and scenes were in my head and heart. They just wouldn't come through onto the written page or the computer screen.

My scribblings made little sense. Tidbits of ideas marked margins. Arrows followed sentences from one part of a paragraph to another. I just couldn't figure out what to do, or what was going on. Finally I turned to help from a writer's group I belong to, American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW). I received many replies with many suggestions. The most common suggestion was to just write through it. I couldn't even make complete sentences. I was told outlining would help. I did that. It helped a bit.

How did I manage to get into the flow? Well, it seems silly, but this is it.

I tend to write in a small three ring binder with notebook paper. This binder contains a list of contests and markets I'm interested in along with their deadlines. It has several pockets in it and holds a pencil bag. It includes the untyped interview I did with a man for the newspaper. It contains ideas, dreams, and information about the upcoming conference for my local writer's group. A few articles. In other words, my notebook is full. I would be lost without it.

I was being distracted by the other things in it.

So, I went into the "back room," got a brand spanking new five subject notebook with pockets. I put my character sketches, list of the order the wagons would begin in on this wagon train, the names of the characters I will use, and the first chapters. I tucked those things into the pockets.

Then, I started writing. And, the words flowed. The chapter isn't finished. I usually catch most of the basic problems when I type it. Then more with critiques from my instructor at Long Ridge and friends.

The lesson learned--remove distractions, even if you don't believe they are distractions. The only things that will be allowed in the notebook are things to help me finish my first novel, market it and get it published.

This is the day the Lord has made--and, it's a good one.

Winona

It Feels Good!

2008-10-10T09:55:00.000-07:00

October 10, 2008

I'm so excited! Wednesday, October 8, I had an article/interview published in the Southwest Daily News Moss Bluff editon. My husband gave me the idea of interviewing Johnny Harper several months ago. I thought it was a good idea since Mr. Harper is such a unique man.

I called him and asked if he would be interested in being interviewed about his business. Sharpening tools of every kind using old-fashioned tools and doing the work his grandfather taught him.

Life kept getting in the way of the interview. I became ill and was hospitalized. It took months to regain my health. I finally got the interview and it turned out to be more than an interview but a story of a boy and his love for his grandfather. It is a love story.

Two months passed before the article could be published due to Hurricanes Gustav and Ike.

The day finally arrived. I was thrilled! I'm sure people coming out of Market Basket thought I was nuts holding several copies of the small paper to my chest. I was jumping up and down, or trying to at least as much as one with Fibormyalgia can jump. My name was a by-line on the front page!

A small bit of disappointment tinged my happiness. The photo I sent wasn't there. I learned the photos didn't arrive until the day after the publication deadline. I still haven't figured that one out since I sent the photos in plenty of time.

I think I have found a new niche. One I've never considered. I have another interview scheduled all ready. It's with a friend from my local writer's group, Rodney Hennigan, who has a great story to tell about raising seven sons in southwest Louisiana. The Southwest Daily News is interested in more stories as long as they are about people living in southwest Louisiana.

Friends have been sending me possible market sources for stories like the one about Mr. Harper and coming story about Mr. Hennigan. I have discovered I love human interest and memoir style stories.

I'm still excited about this new energy of mine to write. I'm meeting some deadlines. I'm working on more than one project at a time. I feel confident. Oh, no, a bit of fear is trying to sneak into my bubble of excitement. I just don't think I'll let it.

It feels good!

Classy versus Common

2008-10-06T08:08:00.000-07:00

As this morning has progressed I've done the usual chores and sat down to write. Looking around I see that my living room still looks common. My house is small. I keep treasures out where I can see them. Photos of my family dominated by photos of Rosalyn, my granddaughter at each stage of her 15 months. Some books on a shelf beneath the television. A set of DVD shelves. Frank's computer desk. The china cabinet, which belonged to Frank's mother. It holds my collection of Seraphim angels, some place settings of my mother-in-law's china, an assortment of small, cherished knick-knacks. More angels adorn the top of the china cabinet. Clutter is the design of my home. But, I don't like it. Do I box my treasures up in an attempt to acheive a noncluttered look?

When I became disabled I built a "nest" around my chair. It keeps my laptop, some writing equipment, address books, phone, medicine, magazines and catalogs close at hand for those days pain keeps me tethered to the chair.

My bedroom is in the midst of a major makeover. We built on a 12X12 closet, which is unfinished. Tools, a stack of flooring, and other out of place things take up more space than my furniture. My bedroom, when it's not a construction zone, is dominated by horses and southwest decor. My bedside table has three stacks of books, all to be read. Plus, a lamp and clock.

Another room is the book room. Full book shelves line three of the four walls. A nice futon on the other. Just now the futon is covered in Bayou Writers Group conference materials. I have a desk in there, which I always planned to use for writing. But, I tend to stay in the living room.

My kitchen is small with little counter space. Enough said.

Deep down everything is clean. It just never looks it. Because of the common clutter I guess. I long for order.

Even I look cluttered.

On the other hand, I have a friend who has a nice home. It is never messy or cluttered. There is a place for everything. It was professionally decorated inside and out. There are few personal items in the open, only one or two photographs. Even her Bible has a drawer of its own in the nightstand. Whatever book she is currently reading is kept in its own drawer of the nightstand when she isn't reading it. Her remote control is kept in a decorative box.

She has a lovely small table in the foyer with a floral arrangement on it which perfectly matches the painting above it. So classy and elegant.

She is classy and elegant. We've been friends for more than 37 years. She always looks perfect. And, classy. We're such opposites.

I admit she has a spacious home with more than enough storage space. Something I don't have.

Her home is classy. So clean and organized. How I wish mine could be so nice.

So, which is best? Common or classy? Neither I suppose. It's human nature to compare ourselves to others. I just wish it didn't matter so much.

Learning to blog

2008-10-06T04:14:00.000-07:00

October 6, 2008

I'm an impatient person . . . Yesterday morning I sat down to blog. Couldn't figure out how to even get into the site. Angry, very angry, I sent off e-mails to two friends who are supportive of my writing and blogging attempts. One called me within moments. Her name is Pam Thibodeaux, she spent almost an hour on the phone with me walking me through the basics step by step. I took notes. The kind with a pencil and paper. Old-fashioned in this day and time.

Well, I obviously made it onto the site this morning. I have such grand plans for my blog. I want to do interviews. learn how to put photos on it within the posts I make. Have you seen Jessica Ferguson's blog http://jessicaferguson.blogspot.com She recently interviewed Erica Spindler, a great mystery and suspense author. Jess placed photos of Erica's many book covers within the interview. How did she do that? I don't know yet, but I will.

I'm an intelligent person. I made it through nursing school, which is difficult by any standard. I raised two sons. I have a long and happy marriage. I do several things for my church that require organization and thinking. I can write a pretty good story. So, why does a computer and the many options it offers scare me and confuse me? I just hate it when people say, "it's so easy." Of course, that often becomes the case when I learn something new.

My writer's group met Saturday. It was a fantastic meeting. We had a large attendance. Three young writers read their winning stories to the group. My goodness! They have such talent, creativity and promise. I pray they maintain the confidence they have now at such young ages and fulfill their dreams and their capabilities. Their names are Lexis Johnson, Keaghan Kane, and Katie Price.

Lately, I've felt a difference in the way I think about my own writing. I'm taking it seriously. Really, for the first time. I actually have a couple of deadlines. That's the first time I've been able to say that. Erica Spindler, in her interview with Jessica, said she works from 9 to 5 each day. Work for her is writing. I don't have a job outside the home. So, what's my excuse? It has been apathy, lack of self-confidence, and procrastination. I wish I could define that different feeling. For now, I plan to take it as a gift, an answered prayer, and get some work done.

I wonder how many successful authors felt this way and suddenly found the heart to write.

With that thought I'll close this post and get to work. This is the day the Lord has made.

A Promise Fulfilled

2008-10-02T19:07:00.000-07:00

October 2, 2008. Well, I promised a dear friend that I would attempt to set up a blog. I am more confused than ever . . . Where is the template I chose? How do I add those blogs I wish to follow? Boy, I need a tutorial. Until then, I can write and tell you about myself.

I am a writer. My discipline waxes and wanes with my mood and level of self-confidence. I love to write short stories with a bit of mystery and suspense keeping things alive. But, it seems I do my best writing when I settle down and write memoirs, historical fiction and romance.

My to be read stack of books consists mostly of mystery/suspense. I think there must be 10 or 12 there now. I have recently a non-mystery author who has captured my heart. Her name is Sara Gruen, she is the author of "Riding Lessons," "Flying Changes," and "Water for Elephants." She is a master of characterization, including the animals who are characters in all of her books. As an animal lover I find that irrestible.

One of my lifelines in this world is the Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. They are a part of my family. They encourage me and support me. They teach me. They are patient. I have learned to believe in the importance of having a support group. Writing may be solitary, but without the support of others it rarely makes it out of the computer.

I can't open my blogging experience without telling everyone about my family. Hubby, Frank, and I have been married for 37 years. Our two sons are healthy, happy and responsibleb young men. The oldest, Erick, is a school teacher in Sherman, Texas. He has some extraordinary writing talent of his own. I think he could become a great author if he chooses. The youngest, Bill, is married to the most wonderful girl in the world. My daughter-in-law, Sierra, is spectacular. And, they have blessed us with a granddaughter, Rosalyn, who is nothing less than magnificent. Rosalyn is 15 months old. Bill is in the Navy and has been since 1994. When he isn't working for the Navy he serves as a volunteer firefighter and paramedic. I also have a dog, Bear. She is half border collie/half lab. I love her and find she is one of the best anti-depressants in the world.

I am a retired (due to a disability) registered nurse. My specialty was mother's and newborns. I loved every year of it. I miss it every day. Writing gradually became my solace after the injury. As I said it has waxed and waned.

I am a 57 year old woman still dreaming of owning a horse. Never outgrew it. It seems silly, but it is as much a part of me as my eye color or size. People gift me often with horse statues, pictures, stationary, mugs, and other things. They all decorate my room, which is currently under construction. I can't imagine ever getting rid of any of them.

More about writing. I want to learn to discipline myself to make a "job" out of it. Any suggetions from the readers out there?

Until I figure this out and set up a proper site good evening and wish me luck. God bless you. And, Jess, I'm trying . . .

Winona

The book of James, chapter 1, verses 2,3 tell us to consider it pure joy when we face trials for they give us perserverance.