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Monday, September 15, 2014

Gay's Days Septeber 15, 2014

Good morning friends,

How was your weekend? Busy? Restful? After church, hubby watched football while I read a book. I glanced at the TV every time he yelled. He does that when a player does something good...or bad. Aren't those instant replays wonderful? If you miss something, you can recall it.  A nap is out of the question when a game is on. He knows no one can hear his comments but me, but he tells the coaches and players his opinions anyway.

I walked earlier this morning in the neighborhood. The cooler weather made it easier. I'm thrilled to have that dreaded thing out of the way. I have too much to do today to leave the house. Since I was gone from home on Saturday, my house demands my attention.

I promised you I'd reveal the cover to the novella coming out on October 15.

I'm happy with the new cover to the latest Sarah book.  Here it is!



Here's a blurb


Sarah and a Dad for Mandy

 The Superiors left Sarah, “Heaven’s Little Love Angel," on Earth to complete the third consecutive and inter-related mission. With instructions to find a mate for Galena Maddox and a dad for six year old Mandy, Sarah should have no problem, right? Well except that dyslexic Sarah, known for bungles and goof ups, creates more mayhem than she ever imagined possible.  Pesky human disguises cause her trouble--again. In mortal form, she either injures people or embarrasses herself.  At this undertaking, the earthlings think she’s a fugitive from a mental hospital.

Sarah wonders about the challenges of the new assignment. With her shady past, will Matt Austin, a minister, consider Galena as a wife?  Would Matt’s hoity-toity church accept Galena if Sarah successfully brings them together?  Angels shouldn’t worry, but the task is daunting.

In this third novella of the trilogy, Matt, Galena, and Mandy attend Karen and Jeremy’s wedding. Sarah introduced the Karen, the bride and Jeremy, the groom in the novella, Sarah and the Internet Dating Service. The wedding party includes Robert and Brittany—they’re the couple Sarah brought together in Sarah and the Scary Ferris Wheel.

Maybe if Sarah doesn’t attempt to wear those red stilettos she loves, she’ll stay upright at the wedding, but foregoing those shoes for Sarah might be impossible.
If you haven't read the two recent novellas, please do. You will then be ready for Mandy.  She's an adorable six year old. I love kids and enjoy writing them into my stories.
The three novellas blend together, and for those of you who enjoy paperback, all three will be bundled at a later date for reading pleasure. They stand alone, but you can also read them in order if you prefer.
                                                                                                           
    
 
Okay, everyone, have a good day, and I'll catch you tomorrow!
 

 

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Gay's Days, September 13, 2014

Yay! I arrived home safely! Since I'm not the best driver in the world, I'm always thankful to return to my neighborhood in one piece. As you know, my little dyslexic angel is always lost, and so am I. Sarah comes by it naturally.

Rain caused the freeways to be a bit slippery at 8:00 this morning, but I drove into Houston to my WHRWA meeting. What kind of group is that you ask?  The acronym stands for West Houston Romantic Writers of America, and today we were privileged to hear DiAnn Mills, a talented writer and speaker.  Here are a few credentials I copied from her Amazon page.

Award-winning author DiAnn Mills is a fiction writer who combines an adventuresome spirit with unforgettable characters to create action-packed, suspense-filled novels. DiAnn's first book was published in 1998. She currently has more than fifty books published.
Her titles have appeared on the CBA and ECPA bestseller lists and have won placements through the American Christian Fiction Writer's Carol Awards and Inspirational Reader's Choice awards. DiAnn won the Christy Award in 2010 and 2011.
DiAnn is a founding board member for American Christian Fiction Writers and a member of Inspirational Writers Alive, Romance Writers of America, and Advanced Writers and Speakers Association. She speaks to various groups and teaches writing workshops around the country. DiAnn is also the Craftsman mentor for the Jerry B. Jenkins Christian Writers Guild.
She and her husband live in sunny Houston, Texas.
DiAnn spoke about backstory—the reason characters do what they do in a novel. Actual people have a past, and those by-gone days are the bones that cause certain current behaviors. Some of us may want to keep the skeletons in the closet, but as writers, we want our readers to gradually learn of a hero’s former lifestyle. Knowing why a character acts and thinks the way he or she does makes them appear real to us.
 
Here's a picture of DiAnn giving her presentation.
 
Here's a picture of me with DiAnn
 
 
It was a good meeting, and I'm happy I went. DiAnn has a plethora of good books for us to read, and she serves in the RWA chapter of Faith, Hope, and Love. I'm a member of that chapter and I always look forward to the topics DiAnn brings each week. She sent this theme for discussion that past week: "What made you choose fiction as your writing focus?" I don't always respond, but I enjoy reading the answers from other members.
 
How has your day been?  Is it cooler where you are? I'm always excited when September comes, it usually means cooler weather down here in this part of the country.
 
Stay tuned. In a day or two, I'm going to show you the cover of my latest Sarah book. Sarah really does some screwy things in this one. Sarah and a Dad for Mandy culminates my last two novellas. In case you've forgotten their order, Sarah and the Internet Dating Service was followed by Sarah and the Scary Ferris Wheel.  A dad for Mandy will be book three. The books stand alone, so you can read them in any order, but all three novellas have the same characters.
 
Hope all of you find your pew tomorrow!  Stay cool and dry!
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Gay's Days, September 11, 2014


9/11.

How many of you wish as time travelers we could turn back the clock to prevent that historic day? I suppose the only groups who want that horrific time to stay in place are the terrorists responsible for those deadly hours.

All of us remember where we were and what we were doing when we heard. My heart breaks for those who lost loved ones on this anniversary. All the videos and pictures bring back the grisly shock.

I skipped a day yesterday on my blog. Did you miss me? I had a ho-hum day…details no one cares about. I took down bathroom curtains, washed them, and managed to find the iron to press them.  I couldn’t remember where I’d put the thing. I seldom use it. Martha Stewart would be appalled.

I began today with a morning walk. The first thing I do upon arising is check the windows. If they look as though we had rain when we didn’t, I’m assured the humidity is torrid. They are that way most mornings down here in Houston, but I went outside anyway. Here’s a picture of the morning sky from my driveway as I returned. The sunrise was gorgeous.
 
As I headed out in the dark, I passed a neighbor. She walks everyday—regardless of the temperature. The doctor wants this dear lady to gain weight. Most of us wish we had that problem. I have another friend who is 5’9” and wears a size 2. She wants to add pounds to her frame and takes meds to do so. Sigh. Both of these skinny minis exercise like fiends, have low blood pressure, and yearn for the scale to register an increase. Can you imagine that problem? My mom was like that. She was 5’4” and worked hard to keep 100 lbs on her bones. My sister and I didn’t inherit her remarkable DNA—regarding size, anyway.

Thanks to Vicki Caine, I’ve been challenged to a little game of 7's. I'm to go to the 7th page of my work in progress and count down to the 7th line and print out the next 7 lines. So, here you go. I’ll share what I posted on Facebook.  This is from Sarah and the Midnight Cruise to Catalina Island.

"The Houston metropolitan area has almost six hundred square miles. I can’t understand how three million people who live here learn their way around.” Sarah glanced up at Christian.

Christian grinned. “Most only know their immediate surroundings.” He turned Sarah around. “Now you are pointed southwest. Fly that direction until you come to Sugar Land Town Center. From there you can easily locate Carolyn’s address.”

“Oh yeah, sure. No problem. I’ll just zoom up and out and get to her house without breaking a sweat.” Sarah allowed her shoulders to slump and her wings drag the rooftop floor.

Like me, Sarah is always lost, and in this seven line snippet, we see that.

I’m reading Lindsey Paley’s book, The Wish List Addiction. Here’s a blurb.


 Rebecca Mathews is a Listoholic—you name it, she has a 'To Do' list for it. Coupled with her daily 'Must Achieve' List, she possesses a mid-term, creatively drawn 'Wish List' and an exhaustively-researched 'Bucket List'. But so far, they have delivered nothing but spectacular failure. 

With her much-loved career exploded in her face, her marriage terminated in an acrimonious divorce and her frail father's pleas to return to her native Northumberland ignored, Rebecca concludes that if it wasn't for her beloved four-year-old son, Max, she would be adding a trip to a Swiss clinic to her list. She buys The Little Green Book of Wishes', which challenges the reader to 'ditch the list' and instead to use its gems of wisdom as a 'dip in/dip out' lucky bag of challenges from all areas of life. Will she succeed?
 
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I’m a little more than a quarter into the Kindle edition, and I’m enjoying the read. I love Max, the little boy, and I’m rooting for Rebecca. When a reader identifies with the characters, you know it’s a good book.  Lindsey lives in England, and I enjoy her stories. British writing differs a bit from American novels, and it's interesting to observe different words and phrases. Lindsey puts recipes in some of her books, and I'm wondering if I'm going to find any in this one.

Ya’ll stay safe. Prayers for the country on this day of memories.
God bless.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Gay's Days, September 9, 2014


I awoke early to find my husband desperately searching for his car keys. We never found them, so he took my set. He must have dropped them in the yard when he picked up tree braches yesterday. We both plan to scour the yard later.
When I took my early morning walk, the moon was still visible. It looks so small here, but in reality, it was large. Did you see it? I saw several people posted it on Facebook last night, but I only saw it this morning. All of God's wonders are amazing.
 

My son-in-law begins chemo today. As I walked, I prayed for him. The quiet of the early morning gives us an opportunity to voice our concerns to the Almighty.
I finished The Scarlet Cord yesterday afternoon. I was sorry to reach the end, it was that good. Here's a review I left on Amazon. The first quote that appears below spoke to me as I thought about what my daughter and husband are going through. "Never let fear overcome your faith."
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“Never let fear overcome your faith.” Nasheon, a Hebrew, said this to his son, Salmon. Nasheon and his son are descendants from the tribe of Judah. Both are overseers and rule the tribe with judgments. God chose the Hebrews as the means to reveal Himself to all mankind. Salmon, who will become Rahab’s husband, said at one point, “What we have is not because we deserve it, but because He has blessed us.” Salmon referred to the Hebrew Nation as a whole, but later these words applied to Rahab.  With Rahab’s background as a harlot, she felt undeserving, but Salmon proved to her otherwise. Rabab came from a dysfunctional family way before that word existed. She provided for her family, and they showed little appreciation. Even though I understand their need for survival, and it was the customs of the time to do what they did, I didn’t like her family. Sacrificing or selling a child is beyond my comprehension, but even today, people do it. I can only wish they would find the only true living God.  When Joshua asks Salmon if he is concerned about the tribe’s reaction to his marriage to a harlot, Salmon replies, “One thing I have learned by sitting in judgment. The truly repentant sinner leads a more obedient life than those who think highly of their own righteousness.” This historical and accurate book will speak to you.
Have a good day, and keep reading!
 
 
 

Monday, September 8, 2014

Gay's Days, September 8, 2014

Don't you just hate it when sleep doesn't come? I don't know why it is...but often that magic component eludes me...as it did last night.

I left the bed, went to my favorite chair, and then continued to read an intriguing book. The Scarlet Cord by Carlene Havel and Sharon Faucheux. I'm 3/4 finished, and I can't wait to read the ending. Wow. Good writing. Remarkable story.


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I finally grew sleepy and slept, but I awoke at 5:00. After a cup of coffee, I walked in the neighborhood for one mile. It's hot in Houston, but cooling down a bit. During the summer, I usually travel thirty minutes to the gym. I save time by walking my own streets, but one mile isn't enough...all I could do in the humidity.
 
 
The sky was beautiful. Sarah enjoys the clouds for her rest. She would have been on one of the higher ones this morning, but she prefers the lower hanging ones.  They give her closer access to the humans she's so fond of.  Here's a picture I took not too far from my house. The colors are outstanding. God is an amazing artist.
 
 
 
 
I'm going to start unloading that crowded bedroom and returning items to their proper places. The tile men are coming tomorrow for touch up, but I can start the process of moving stuff.  I plan to sort as I go.  Do you collect junk like I do? Goodness! I'm not a hoarder, but one would wonder if they saw all this paraphernalia I store. Time to rid myself of some of it.  Others can use it. Who needs three measuring cups? Not me. I seldom use one!
 
 
Y'all have a good day, and I'll look in on you tomorrow!


Sunday, September 7, 2014

Gay's Days, September 7, 2014

 
I love church steeples, don't you.  Here are two that caught my attention.
 
 

This one is new by modern day standards                        
 
 
                                                        
 
This one is old as in days of yesteryear
 
 
Which one do you like best?  In earlier times, a church steeple was usually the tallest element in the village or town. The idea was for people to be able to find the church, and the steeple pointed the way to God.

We had a lovely service this morning.  My hubby is preaching a series of sermons from 2 Corinthians, and I began a study in Hebrews for my Bible study class.

After church, we ate Mexican food, one of my favorite selections, and now I'm more than ready for a nap.

See you tomorrow!

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Gay's Days, September 6, 2014

Good afternoon!

The clock tells me I need to go to the kitchen and start dinner. My day went by fast.

Hubby and I awoke early this morning. The plumber was scheduled to come at 9:00 to take the toilet out of a bathtub and restore it to the normal place.

Why was it in the bathtub, you ask? Well, we had tile installed in that room, and the thingy had to be removed and put in a spot so tile could be put down, and that seemed the logical location. Sure didn't want the doodad sitting on the lawn.

After he left, I sat down to open email, and I saw that my publisher, Prism Book Group had returned my novella, Sarah and a Dad for Mandy for final edits. I spent the rest of the day editing. The book is now on the way back to the publisher.  I'm not sure when the release date will be, but I'm guessing it will be soon.

This book is the last of the trilogy. The first two are available.

Sarah and the Internet Dating Service, book one
 
 
Sarah and the Scary Ferris Wheel, book two
 
 
Awaiting the cover for book three
 
Sarah and a Dad for Mandy.
 
 
I hope all of you are having a fun-filled weekend and planning on being in church tomorrow.  I also hope your commode is in the rightful place. LOL.
 
Blessings!