Hey guys! Just in case you missed it, I had the opportunity to Guest Blog for the ACFW PA Chapter blog earlier this week! You can catch the post here. If you like it, be sure to let Donna know by clicking the ‘like’ button. I know she’d appreciate knowing you stopped by! Happy reading and writing, friends! #acfwpa #ACFW #AmWriting #guestblog #Writing
Author Interview Monday is back! Yay! This month I’m super excited to share an interview with one of my friends from my weekly writing group back in PA. Alongside a life-long passion of writing, Julie Helms has been a professional editor, a business owner and animal wrangler. Read on to hear about her journey in the world of writing and her tips she has for every level of writer! And be sure to connect with her on twitter @julie_helms ! 1. Can you tell the readers a little bi
It’s been a while since I’ve done a book review. Partly due to the fact that I stated I wouldn’t review any books unless they had a five-star rating, partly because I’ve sort of forgotten. Sorry. But the good news is I finally remembered to do a review and I just so happened to read a five-star book this week. Yippee! It’s actually one I’ve been waiting on for years. Literally. I accidentally began with Book 1 of this series back into 2013, which logic would say was the begin
Heat radiates from the sidewalk, a constant pulse of energy that never fades. The soft breeze carries the scent of honeysuckle. Oscar scowls and rips another fistful of crisp green grass from the freshly trimmed lawn. He glances into the gnarled branches of the ancient tree above, the ones that hang low over the lake. Boys cluster together beneath, fishing poles in hand, flip flops stuck to their feet. One chuckles. Another frown envelops Oscar’s face. Who cares about them? F
Coffee. It seems to be every writer’s addiction. (Although maybe I’m just not paying close enough attention to tea drinkers or soda-holics.) I’m not gonna lie – there are days my husband walks through the door from work and orders me to Starbucks, so I can get some writing done. (This after he’s seen my frazzled state from spending the day with my kids. Thanks, babe. *wink*) Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks. The writer’s haven. I’ve tried writing other places. Honest, I have.
A few months ago, a friend of mine introduced me to the art of Flash Fiction. Yes, I had heard of before and I knew there was some sort of rule restriction as far as word count, but honestly? I just didn’t see how I could possibly excel at such a thing. You can read all about that fun first attempt, here. Since then, I’ve grown to love (looooove!!) writing Flash Fiction! I adore that I can sit down and pound out a story in less than an hour. And the possibilities are endless
I pulled at the silky threads that clung to the walls of the cave. “Spider webs.” My nose crinkled in disgust. Lydia giggled but kept her flashlight in the shadows. She was tall for twelve. It made her easier to spot, though, as the light bounced off the walls. Was the passageway getting smaller? My throat closed. “Shhh. We’re almost there,” Jimmy said. Why did we need silence just to look for buried treasure? It’s not like we’d scare it away. But I kept my mouth shut. Someth
Many of you may remember my time at Camp NaNoWriMo back in April and how much fun I had! Well, it was such a great time, I’ve decided to ‘go’ to camp one more time! Camp NaNoWriMo begins another month long session starting July 1 and runs through July 31. Once again, this is a condensed version of the official NaNoWriMo, which takes place in November and requires a word count of 50,000. For the Camp version, you set your own writing goal and get to hang out in a ‘cabin’ with
Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt scammed. I know I have. You see, a very annoying thing happened to me yesterday. I was duped into reading something I didn’t want to read. I mean, I did at first, of course. But only because it appeared to be something other than what I thought it was. Once I realized what the writer had done, I got this ‘Ick’ feeling in the pit of my stomach. Like I’d been swindled out of money or tricked out of Halloween candy. Bleh. It was one of those “
Henrietta hated school. This was no secret to anyone. Not to her parents or her friends. In fact, this is why she found herself swimming among the coral reefs at six o’clock in the morning, when she should have been at home. But there was nothing to be done about the beauty of nature, the way it called to her at all hours of the day, beckoned her to come play. Even during school. Especially during school. She sighed. How much longer could she stay here before one of her sibli
My children are growing up in a completely different age than I ever could’ve imagined, when I was young. They will never know what it’s like to live without iPhones, iPads, Netflix… even computers! (Which didn’t gain in popularity until I was in *ahem* high school/ college.) Everything possible can be retrieved with our fingertips in mere seconds. It’s no secret that this digital age has caused a crisis of sorts, when it comes to relationships. What was meant to increase com
Just be brave. These three little words seem to have become my mantra, of late. For those that have been following our Big Fat Adventure to Hawaii, we have finally made it through the first leg of our journey there. We’ve landed in a suburb of Phoenix, AZ and will be here for an unknown amount of time, until God opens the door for us to move on to our final destination. (Woo Hoo!) Until that time, we are living in a Hyatt hotel room with no job and no permanent place to live.
Musim ducked behind the ragged leaves of a lambsquarter plant. Humans were never quite quick enough to catch a glimpse of him, but he preferred to play it safe, all the same. Evening shadows crept across the faded light of day, the one that marked the third rise of the moon for Musim and his journey. The elf had set out on his own days before, not a spick or speck to his name, other than the imagination it took to scrounge for food and a spot to rest his weary head at night.
William’s tattered mop slapped the ground with a splash, a pool of soapy water and dirt from the linoleum floor mixed with the sharp smell of Clorox. Wrinkled hands pushed the handle forward and backward in perpetual motion. Worn leather shoes shoved the bucket along the halls of the over-priced health club. Echoes of fast paced music and chatter drifted past this lonely section of the building, one rarely visited but needed cleaned all the same. He stopped to run an arm acro
It’s no secret I’m a huge Star Wars fan. And I often use lingo from the SW universe in regular conversation with people – because somehow, I think this is cool. (Please don’t burst my bubble and tell me it’s not cool to talk like a Jedi.) So now you’re stuck with a blog post related to Star Wars. Sorry. It just couldn’t be helped. Here is the official definition of Padawan: Learner; Jedi trainee. I’ve been thinking lately that I might never get beyond the Padawan stage in my
An open door. Two women carried a piece of worn furniture through the front entrance and left it open. This was my chance! I slipped in the house, unnoticed, the remnants of a chilled, rainy day behind me. My body squeezed into position between the wall and sofa. Then I waited. Quiet. Still. The television blared, music from a cartoon filtered through the air, the giggle of a child as she ran through the living room. The door slammed shut. Warmth. Minutes passed as the women
I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while. It wasn’t until in recent conversation with a fellow writer that I was reminded it had been floating around in the back of my mind and it needed to get out. The journey of this lesson actually began more than two years ago, when I was in the midst of writing my novella series. Many of you have asked why I’ve pulled that series from the virtual retail world, and if they will ever be available for download again in the future. T
“That kid brags all the time. There’s no way he can do magic.” Tony kicked at a stone with his worn Converse, one shoe-lace untied. True. Ryan Jenkins did brag about everything, most of which were obvious lies. Still… My teeth dug tight into my lip as I fought to stay silent. Could I trust him? Tony had been my best friend since preschool – eight years. There wasn’t anything I hadn’t told him. Until now. I pulled my backpack a little higher on my shoulder. His he dragged behi
Three weeks. That is how long we have left to live in our little town of Lititz. If you’ve been following my previous posts about this bigger than big plan that God has laid on our hearts (which you can find here, here and here) you will know that in less than a month, my family of five will depart our home on an adventure! And my, how God has opened doors we never imagined would be opened, when this all began… First there was the calling… Just over a year ago, my husband and
It’s done! Today I put the glorious words THE END on the final chapter of my current manuscript. Yippee!! I had the goal of finishing it up by the end of April, when I joined Camp NaNoWriMo, but the story got away from me and I knew I still had a handful of chapters left by the time the last day of the month rolled around. Enter in the first week of May and I was bound and determined to get. this. thing. done. As of last night, I knew I had reached the end of the story, with