Blog: Simple Revelations
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Confession: Book covers do me in. I cannot pass a book aisle without stopping to examine the covers. Compositions, fonts, trends, colors used, themes from the story itself symbolized on the cover… it’s a magical place, the book aisle is. Don’t you think? I tried to resist the pull even today while on a super fast trip to the store, but even on a tight timeline couldn’t make myself skip that aisle. I’m hopeless.
Which is one of the many reasons why I’ve hardly been able to keep myself from posting this...
Hope. Such a small word, isn’t it? Four little letters, tasked with holding one of the most immeasurable things in our universe.
But oh, how it lined the hearts of five authors when we began e-mailing nearly a year and a half ago about a possible collaboration project involving one single bottle, travelling across the ages and changing lives. So much so, that the stronghold of hope slipped into our proposed collection as a major theme.
When word came a few months back that an offer was on the table for our novella collection,...
Thunder answers thunder in a vaulting discourse above. Not another soul is at the river this day. None but the man with the weathered hands. He strides in with steady purpose, undeterred as the current froths a vortex about him.
His treasure is here, and he won’t leave without it.
Expert eyes dart from mussel to mussel in the Highland shallows where the clamped shells lay. Gathered together, pristine. Waiting to be harvested for pearls within.
He walks right past.
Deeper in, a jagged dimple on the surface signals rocky peril beneath....
I thought I would be brave. I opened my word processor to try and hammer into words something that’s been stirring in my heart lately… but to do it, I would have to tell you that while life is full and beautiful and I’m grateful through-and-through, I’ve also been touched by a deep sadness in the recent past*.That’s a scary thing to tell the internet.
But a safe thing to tell God’s beloved people, when there is hope to share in it too. And that’s you. (Hi!!)
So, I pulled up my word processor to try and be brave, and you know what...
The Christmas Chronicles is a blog hop between 5 historical romance authors. Our desire is to bring you joy through these letters, grounded in the true spirit of the season, and written from the fictional viewpoints of each book’s heroine. We’re so glad to have you join the event. Each day this week, a new Christmas Chronicles post will go live, complete with a letter and a new ornament giveaway for that blog post.
To read more about the project and enter for a chance to win this fresh evergreen wreath which represents...
What joy is mine today! I get the pleasure of shining the spotlight on two dear friends, and I couldn’t be more thrilled.
As part of the Writers’ World Blog Hop, I’ll begin by introducing you to the (amazing!) author who tagged me. But my joy doesn’t stop there; at the end of this post, I get to point you in the direction of the (also amazing!) author who will compose the next installment, too! In between, I’ll slip in the answers to the four blog hop questions about what I’m currently working on.
We never had a first date.
There was just that day when we met, and you helped me staple my backpack shut. Friendship, then best friendship, then this crazy awakening of hearts and a kiss beneath a streetlamp.
…and the rest is history.
Three years in after that kiss, we climbed a mountain and you knelt and I saw forever in those blue eyes of yours. We scribbled a note on a paper, put it in the time capsule mailbox, and you shouted to the world below that I’d said yes. Youtube didn’t see it, and we didn’t have Facebook to change our...
Fraught with Peril and Dirt-Throwing.
A parched road stretches onward and upward before you, the sound of weary hooves plodding their way beneath you up the mountainside.
Everyone with you is silent. Lost, no doubt, in the struggle inside of them—just like you. You’re soul-weary, strength-drained, and battling for breath through grief. If you can just keep going, just make it to the top of this mountain…
Ouch! Your hand flies to your arm. What was that?
What on earth–? That one...