Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Opening Lines

 

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            I recently started reading a book; put it aside; picked it up to continue then put it aside again. Why? The first 2 chapters (one each for the hero and heroine) were about the two main characters – all their angst, regrets, problems and troubles. It was their thoughts and reflections with the only action being that they were thinking and reflecting while eating or driving. This sounds harsh, but too much information at the beginning of a story can very easily cause a reader to stop reading altogether. Yes, the information is needed, but throwing it all into the first chapters is sometimes called an “information dump” and is not always the best way to start a story. The fact that the 2 main characters don’t meet or interact in any way until well after page 80 was another problem for me, especially considering this was a contemporary romance.

Industry standards for fiction writing have changed over the years and there are probably not hard and fast rules as to what a writer must do and there are as many ways to start a book as there are books written. Oftentimes, historicals have more background and descriptions before getting into the actual story. I know that I write differently when creating an historical than when I’m doing a contemporary. There is usually a slower flow to the scenes and more detail.

My question is – what pulls you into a book from the get-go? Is it a long idyllic description of the setting? Is it a monologue by the main character of all he/she hopes for as he/she looks longingly in the mirror? Is it a first sentence or paragraph that drops you right into the middle of the action? Take a look at the following opening lines and paragraphs from 5 different books.

1.         1. “Stop! Thief!” (Snowflakes and Kisses)

2.     2. “You can’t take my kin,” Joe shouted, struggling against the deputy who had pinned his arms behind his back. (Tenderhearted Cowboy)

3.   3.   “Suicide,” Michael Grant stated in a flat voice as he stared at the cold body on the warehouse floor. (Love in Disguise)

  1. To whoever finds this journal: I started out this rainy November morning in 1988 as an archeology intern uncovering sunken treasure from the Steamboat Arabia, but due to circumstances I don’t understand, at the end of the day I found myself on board the Arabia, back in 1856, the year it sank. (Hold on to the Past)
  2. Cheyenne stepped onto the boardwalk outside the Bed & Breakfast and slipped on her sunglasses to cut the glare of the late morning light. The only redemption from the hot July sun was the breeze blowing off the nearby bay. She sighed. She wasn’t here to enjoy the pristine beach and crystal blue water of the small tourist town. She was on a mission and today she would run her quarry to ground, if she had to burn down every tavern in a two mile radius. (Prelude and Promises)

        First let me say these are opening lines from 5 of my books. Given I have over twenty published books and I am only sharing five openings, it is safe to say that I might not always follow my own advice as to how to start a book. (Some of the 20 are historical and time travels so I plead paragraph 2 above.) Some of my stories take a little more than a paragraph to get in gear and there’s nothing wrong with that. But here’s the thing. I once cut an entire opening chapter (as my heart bled because it was good writing) for the simple reason that it did nothing to get the story going. It was background – important information – but not as necessary at the beginning of the story as I originally thought. That didn’t make it any easier to delete. Some writers will tell you “edit” is a 4-letter swear word, especially after you’ve spent hours and gallons of coffee constructing that one page.


I like to read books that quickly put me into the middle of the action, and so those are the types of books I try to write. That’s what happened with my newest holiday romance, so I leave you with the first few pages:

“Stop! Thief!”

Rem jerked upright from tying his shoe and saw Mrs. Peacock drop to a bench against the wall as a youngster grabbed her grocery bag and darted down the sidewalk. He took off and caught him by the collar within half a block, jerking him around.

“Robbie Jenkins, what the hell?” The kid was a local; a good kid as far as he knew and never in trouble of any kind. Grabbing him in a head lock, he dragged him back to where the older lady still sat.

“Are you all right, Mrs. Peacock?” he asked, easily keeping a squirming Robbie locked against his side.

She turned to look at him in surprise, then quickly glanced straight ahead. “I’m…I’m fine, Sheriff,” she said loudly. “He may have gotten my groceries, but he didn’t nab my tickets to the Winter Festival!” She held up two cardboard tickets, grinning somewhere off to his left.

“Cut! That’s a wrap!” A voice hollered from across the narrow thoroughfare.

Rem stood on the sidewalk, Mrs. Peacock grinning like a loon and Robbie struggling to get free. As he tried to process the scene, Gwendolyn, his twin sister, hurried across the street.

“Oh my gosh. That was totally unscripted but so much better than I could have written,” Gwen exclaimed when she stepped onto the sidewalk. Behind his sister stood a man with a camera and a couple of other people he didn’t recognize.

 “Let him go, Rem,” Gwen said, tugging on his arm.

He kept his grip on Robbie. “He took Mrs. Peacock’s groceries,” he said but even as he spoke, he didn’t sound very convincing. His sister laughed and the others joined in. Rem could feel his face heat.

“We’re making a marketing video,” his sister said with a sigh. “Now let him go.”

Rem looked back at Mrs. Peacock who slowly nodded in agreement, a smile on her wrinkled face.

“Did I get my lines right, Gwendolyn, dear?” she asked sweetly.

“You were awesome,” Gwen answered before turning back to Rem with a brow raised.

He slowly released Robbie but latched onto his sister’s arm instead. None too gently, he tugged her away from the rest of the people clustered in front of Nobbie’s Grocery.

“What the hell, Gwen?” He spun her to face him.

“Seriously, Rem, with all your literary skills, can’t you come up with something more original?”

“Don’t push me, Gwendolyn Elizabeth Matthews. Spill it.” His twin had been the bane of his existence for thirty years and that didn’t appear to be changing anytime soon.

She pulled her stocking cap off and shook out her hair, the black curls swaying around her face. It was like looking into a mirror except for the length of her hair. The same green eyes stared back at him, the same straight nose and high cheekbones defined their Irish heritage although her features were somewhat softer than his. Unfortunately, the same stubborn chin rose in defiance.

“You know you can’t bully me, Rem, even if you are the sheriff and even less because you’re my brother. We were shooting a video for the community calendar to advertise the Winter Festival.” As head of the Chamber of Commerce, his sister went overboard sometimes to put Cherrywood on the map.

He rubbed a hand over his face. “You could have told me. I thought we were having an actually robbery.”

“Hungry for a little action?” She grinned at him and the last of the tension slid away. He had to admit being sheriff, albeit part time, in the sleepy little town of Cherrywood didn’t lead to many bragging rights at the national law enforcement conventions. The entire town had only a few thousand people; more in the summer as it was a hot beach destination on the east coast.

However, once the first frost came, the tourists left and residents hunkered down for the winter. Now that December had arrived, the wind off the Long Island Sound often blew bitterly cold. So far this winter, the snow accumulation promised a brisk business for the Winter Festival with all the activities the town had planned.

“Delete that video,” he ordered as he tugged his stocking cap over his ears and turned to finally start his daily run.

“No way,” his sister called behind his back. “Don’t forget to stop at the office and sign a release.” Her laughter followed him down the street.

***


I hope you’ll join Rem, Gwen and the residents of Cherrywood for a fun filled, very festive holiday season in my newest romance – “Snowflakes and Kisses”. Erin Thomas has already made her reservation and while she’s looking forward to all the holiday activities, she has no idea of the surprises awaiting her. Available now at https://bookswelove.net/baldwin-barbara/

            Also for the holiday season, Books We Love is having a weekly give-away now through December 15. You can easily enter at https://bookswelove.net for a chance to win a free holiday eBook (mine included) and a chance to win an eBook reader. Books We Love knows how much you love books and we want to help spread the cheer.

All Best Wishes,

Barb

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Tuesday, November 9, 2021

How NOT To Be A Gremlin During Your In-Person Book Reading! by Vanessa C. Hawkins

 

 Vanessa Hawkins Author Page


So if you're here because you've read the title than you already know. This Saturday I have a book reading!
 

Yay!

Which is great! The Lorenzo Society of the University of New Brunswick has invited me and three other local authors to read at the local library. There will be a panel discussion and book signings and presumably readings... It's definitely yay worthy. But the question that usually pops up when this sort of event occurs is how do I look and act like a normal person when in fact I am... well...

A writer...

Reading your own stuff aloud is the worst!


Now, anyone that knows me is aware that I am not particularly introverted, but I assure you that based on the opinions of many of my writer friends and acquaintances, I am an anomaly. That's not to say that I don't get nervous about standing up in front of people and reading aloud something I poured a piece of my heart and soul into... but I'm also not going to faint or drink a box of wine to get me through it. 

I can get by with only one glass of wine...


In fact, my original method was to make the audience MORE uncomfortable than I was prone to be! Listen to my reasoning... If I read something that is weird or makes them squirm... most probably they will not only remember it, but secretly want more! Also... fewer people will come up to you after your done because well... they know what kind of crap you're writing. My logic is sound... shhh!

Unless they are as weird as you... which means potential friends! :D


The first reading I ever did was in South Korea. I read a raunchy scene I had wrote in my first book--something about splitting a melon... I'll let you guys mentally elucidate that one. 

The second time I did a reading I read aloud a murder scene...

...and then she screamed as the killer KILLED HER! KILLED HER TO DEATH!


I got tons of accolades! And made tons of friends... *more than two, I think* Of course those two particular readings were at bars late into cocktail hour but... ya know it worked out alright. 

This time it won't be so crazy--which is probably for the best because this is an actual reading that doesn't take place in a bar or some poetry rich cafe. 

See? It's real! That's my face in the banner.


I'll also be reading from a book that isn't as risqué as my other novels--which is probably the result of writing with Tara and not just relying on my own sinister mind babies. But regardless, it will be fun! 

If your ever in the position or thinking about doing a reading however, I do have some other tips outside of making your audience regret ever coming. I can understand that if your mom is watching, it may be difficult to read something as raunchy as "melon splitting." Of course I don't know that from experience...

Ahem...



But I am digressing...

Advice the first! It's easier if you are reading with other authors. Somehow your combined authorness *awkwardness... cough cough* provides some kind of protective shell that can tend to alleviate a large portion of your anxiety! 

Advice number two! Be prepared beforehand. Carefully choose and read aloud in the mirror to yourself a few times. 

Advice three. Make sure you know where the bathroom is when you arrive at the reading aloud venue! If you're anything like me, you may get the nervous poops or have to pee right before its your turn. 

Last advice tip! Don't worry too much about it. If you've been invited to read, chances are people want to hear you and are excited about your book. Own your words! 

 
Oh crap, sorry George! I completely forgot to mention you!
"That's ok. No worries, brah! Leave me outta it."
Guess it would be hard for you to do a reading, eh? Especially for a book that isn't out yet...
"Why you gotta do me like that, huh?"
Sorry, George... 


Monday, November 8, 2021

The Red Quilt by J. S. Marlo

 

 

 
The Red Quilt
 
Paperbacks are available now at Amazon
Ebooks will be released on November 15, 2021
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As I promised months ago--I know I skipped a few months somewhere--this is the book cover for my newest novel "The Red Quilt", a sweet romantic suspense novel taking place on Prince Edward Island during the Holiday Season.

A book makes a great Christmas gift. It's easy to wrap, and you can place it under the tree or hide it in a stocking...along with a pack of 'happy' tissues.

 How horribly wrong, or right, could a last-minute Christmas trip go? Well...

A last-minute Christmas trip goes horribly wrong for Eli and his five-year-old granddaughter, Ruby. On their way to a Bed and Breakfast on Prince Edward Island after a kitchen fire forced them out of their house, they get caught in a blizzard and end up in the ditch.

Retired Military Nurse, Lana, lives on a potato farm with the ghosts of her husband and son. She welcomes into her home the marooned Eli and the young child he raises alone. The storm outside rages on and problems arise as Eli faces the demons and mistakes of his past, Lana becomes entangled in her neighbors’ illegal activities, and Ruby wishes for something Santa cannot give her.

 

The resulting mix offers hope for a second chance even as it threatens their lives. Can Eli and Lana survive another storm to enjoy the love growing between them? And will Ruby’s wish be granted?

"The Red Quilt" is the first book in my latest series "Fifteen Shades". So, what is the Fifteen Shades Series and  how did I come up with?


The Fifteen Shades Series are holiday tales inspired by colors.
As the mysteries unfold and romance blossoms, intriguing new shades are unveiled.

Way back when I could meet my friends in person, before the pandemic turned me into a hermit, Jody and I were talking about book covers and titles. During our conversation, she made a comment about colors and the different meanings associated with them. It sparked a crazy idea, an idea that has been rattling around my brain ever since. What if I pick a color then introduce a shade of that color in every chapter of my story? The more I thought about the concept, the more interesting it became.


Finding fifteen shades of a color was easy, finding the meaning or origin of each shade involved more research, but finding a storyline in which I could seamlessly lace these different shades together proved challenging.

I was wrapping presents with my little granddaughter last November when inspiration struck. What about a sweet Christmas story with an adorable little girl and a dog? As the story came to life in my mind, a red glow settled over it. I had found the right storyline with the right color.

I wrote The Red Quilt in four months, which is a record speed for me. It is a standalone Christmas novel that will make you feel all good and toasty inside--after many twists and turns.

Next, I will tackle the color blue. A storyline is currently taking shape in my mind, thanks to my son's recent wedding. All the elements aren't in place yet, but I may borrow a minor character from The Red Quilt, and turn him or her into the main character of The Blue Ribbon.

The Red Quilt is available in print at Amazon now & at Barnes & Noble on Nov 15.

The Red Quilt  will be released in ebook on Nov 15, but it can be pre-ordered now at your favorite retailer. To pre-order/purchase, click here.

 Happy Reading & Stay Safe

JS

 


 
 

Sunday, November 7, 2021

Addressing Book Clubs by Eileen O'Finlan

 


Recently, a friend told me that her book club was reading Erin's Children and asked if I would address the group. I told her I would be delighted. So a few weeks ago, I spent a lovely evening with seven women engaged in discussion about the book's themes and characters and the writing and publishing processes. The wine and snacks were an added bonus especially the pumpkin roll and homemade apple crisp. Since I set Erin's Children in Worcester, Massachusetts, a city with which this group was very familiar, all living in or near it, the setting too became a topic of conversation. One of Worcester's historic sections, known as Crown Hill, is featured in the novel as the location where the main characters live and work. One of the book club ladies mentioned that she drove through the Crown Hill area to get a feel for it before coming to the meeting that evening. Another woman brought with her a picture of her grandmother and two aunts who had come to the United States from Ireland much in the way that Meg and Kathleen do in Erin's Children. The way these readers shared their connection with the book was truly touching.

I have given several talks at public venues, all of which I have enjoyed, but I must say that book clubs have a certain charm all their own. For one thing, it is much easier on the author not to have to prepare a long presentation only engaging with the audience during Q&A at the end. Also, book club meetings are often held in someone's home, making the setting much cozier. Settling into a living room chair, making conversation with a group of interested readers is very much like attending an intimate gathering at the home of a friend. It's so much more relaxed than standing at a podium or sitting behind a table while giving a talk to a group seated auditorium style and wondering if their expressions relate to your words or the hard chairs.

Until recently, I thought that my options for addressing book clubs would be few since they would usually have to be local. But the recent COVID-created dependence on Zoom has made me realize that I can address book clubs anywhere. It may not be quite the same as being there in person, but it's not that far off and is a godsend for reaching people at a distance. To that end, I have included a page on my website for book clubs with a link to contact me. I have also created a set of questions for book clubs in pdf form for Kelegeen and Erin's Children. I'm looking forward to more book club gatherings far and wide.

Friday, November 5, 2021

Gentlemen’s Fashion in the Early 18th Century Part One by Rosemary Morris

 

To find out more about Rosemary and her books please click on the cover.

I write classic, fact fiction, historical novels set in different eras. At heart I am a historian and enjoy research that brings my characters’ lives and times to life. Three of my published novels, Far Beyond Rubies, Tangled Love and the Captain and the Countess are set in Queen Anne Stuart’s reign, 1702-1714. I am now writing my fourth novel set in her reign.

Throughout the 18th century the basic details of a gentleman’s suit, a coat, waistcoat, and breeches were the same. However, the details changed. Full dress and undress differed according to the materials they were made from. Hard wearing ones were chosen for undress, less formal wear. Damask. cut velvet and satin, often lavishly trimmed, or embroidered were popular for full dress. At court, gold stuff, silver stuff, brocade, flowered velvet, or embroidered cloth was worn.

Coats were close fitting, with wide skirts that flared from the waist to a little after the knees. The loose-fitting, full sleeves with large cuffs ended above the wrist allowing the sleeves to be gathered into a narrow band edged with a ruffle aka frill.

Neckcloths. The lace edged ends of a simply tied neckcloth made, of linen, lawn or muslin flowed from the throat to halfway down the chest. An alternative was the steinkirk with ends threaded through a buttonhole on the right and fastened with a brooch. 

Waistcoats were tightly fitted at the waist, the skirt stiffened with buckram. Buttons and buttonholes matched those on coats. The lower buttons were unfastened. Bridegrooms wore white waistcoats.

Breeches were made of cloth, velvet, plush or silk knit lined with holland linen, dimity or shagreen silk. Unless they matched the coat, except for leather riding breeches, they were often black.

Stockngs. Hand knitted stockings were either plain or ribbed with clocks either knitted into the design, or hand embroidered with coloured silks, gold, or silver thread. They were made from thread, cotton, yarn, jersey knit, worsted, and silk; and were worn either over the hem or below it, held in place by a garter. Popular colours were red, scarlet, sky blue, brown, black, white, or grey. White stockings were worn at royal weddings.

The Greatcoat, aka Surtout or Cape Coat was a voluminous, knee length overcoat with a flared skirt, and a vent at the back necessary for riding a horse. A small collar, above a wide, flat one, could be pulled up over the ears to keep them warm. The greatcoat was often unfastened from the waist down. They were made from cloth, oilcloth, duffle, frieze, and other materials, and were fully or partially lined

Cloaks were full and gathered at the neck and fastened by a clasp beneath the chin. Sometimes they were worn over the shoulder.

Extract from W. Winthrop of Boston written to his brother in 1706. I desire you to bring me a very good camlet cloak lyined (sic) with what you like except blew (sic). It may be purple or red or striped with those, or another colour (sic), if so worn.

Footwear. According to research shoes with square toes and high square heels were made from black leather, but it is worth noting beaux wore shoes with red heels. Metal buckles were small, square, or oblong. Gold and silver ones were studded with diamonds. Thin, flexible pumps, some made from Spanish leather, had low heels, and were fastened with buckles. Slippers were worn indoors, For riding, hunting, and travelling, and for the military, Jackboots made of heavy black leather reached above the knees. Light Jackboots were shaped close to the leg but had a U-shape at the back to make it easy for the wearer to bend his knees. Half Jackboots were tight fitted to below the knees. They had cuffs in light coloured soft leather turned down over the tops.

 


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Thursday, November 4, 2021

Colors of Autumn/Writing Colors by S. L. Carlson

I am S. L. Carlson, a proud and grateful BWL Publishing Inc. author. My books can be viewed and purchased by visiting https://www.bookswelove.net/carlson-s-l

 

(Autumn in Wisconsin)

I read a recent meme online: “A friend asked me how I was preparing for the fall, and it took me a while to I realized she meant autumn, not the fall of civilization.” This especially cracked me up because I once wrote a dystopia novel, and could easily see from where that thinking had come.

Because of my busy past couple months, I am grateful that this year fall (autumn colors) have come later so I could enjoy them. Some chalk the delay up to climate change. The change in foliage color certainly does have to do with climate and the coming cold. I don’t really care when it arrives, I look forward to hiking and dancing each fall among the crispy colors.






Colors are very much a part of writing description. It helps the reader see what and where we write.

For War Unicorn: The Ring, I’d paid a NY editor to look over the novel before subbing it to BWL. I vividly remember her comment that by the end of the book our hero had no physical description. Yes, it came through that he was an innocent, strong-but-bumbling, country boy, but he had no eye nor hair color. I defended that, thinking that with no description, anyone could relate to him. Wrong. Readers need colors, even if it’s not their own.

And depending on the culture and time, would depend on what a color is. Red River, in the afore-mentioned book, came as a result of blood flowing down the river after a battle. It was named such considering the peasants who lived in the area, and a way to remember their history. There are many other more sophisticated words for red, e.g., cherry, vermillion, crimson, wine, cerise, to name a few. For outdoorsy, tree-loving me, sugar-maple red (especially on a sunny day) is quite spectacular.





If you can’t ramble into the fall woods, and are in need of more descriptive reds, check out paint colors in a store which explodes with the naming of reds, or whites, or greens, or yellows, etc. Post the color swab near your computer to help you visualize the color you are writing about. Also, when you, the author, make up the name of a place (or river), keep in mind the people and culture who would name it.

What colors have you, an author, described? What colors do you, the reader, remember from books, leaving a vivid memory?


S. L. Carlson Blog & Website: https://authorslcarlson.wordpress.com

BWL Inc. Publisher Author Page: https://www.bookswelove.net/carlson-s-l


What is a Virtual Writing Conference like? by Diane Bator

 


It's November and I am wading into working on a new book during National Novel Writing Month aka Nanowrimo! This year, I'm working on the second book in my Sugarwood Mysteries - tentatively titled Dead Man's Doll. If you haven't checked out Audra & Drake in book one, now would be a good time! Click on the book cover or here to purchase.

I had the honor during the weekend of October 22-24, to be a moderator and participant in the York Writers Conference held on Zoom and hosted by the Writing Community of York Region (WCYR). If you've never done an entire weekend on Zoom before, I recommend stocking up on essentials—coffee. tea, and water were mandatory for most of us—and remembering to take breaks to stretch and see daylight.

We had many volunteers who’d worked hard to bring in amazing guest speakers, organize meet and greets and breakout room activities, as well as set up a virtual bookstore and SWAG bag. While the initial organizational meetings were a bit daunting, the work we put in made for a weekend with few snags.

We started off Friday evening with an Opening Address by Canadian satirist and author Terry Fallis, who is the award-winning author of eight national bestsellers published by McClelland & Stewart (M&S). Terry spoke about how writers need to not sell themselves short. We are recording history and life for future generations. After a virtual Meet & Greet cocktail party, we broke for the night.

Saturday morning we came back fresh to hear the energetic Sacha Black speak about “Villains & Heroes” and how to make both more realistic and engaging for readers. Based in the UK, Sacha is the author of several books on writing.

We were all eager to learn more about “Agents & Publishers” and Rob Firing of Transatlantic Agency did not disappoint. He spoke about why writers need agents and his work as an agent for both non-fiction authors and speakers.

Andrew Pyper’s inspiring Keynote speech was about an f word we all know well:  Failure. No one is immune, not even award-winning authors! He reminded us that it is “not only important to endure failure but to look forward to more.”

Michelle Fox spoke to the group about the ins and outs of “Digital Marketing.” She covered a lot of information about marketing, software and apps, cross promotion, and paid ads.

Next up was Maria Mutch who discussed “Short Stories” and what makes a good story as well as potential problems. We did a great exercise on observation and what we noticed in a photograph she shared.

Saturday evening, we held an Open Mic session where anyone had the opportunity to read 2-3 minutes of poetry or one of their books. I was thrilled to be asked to have two wonderful writers read a scene from a play I’ve been working on called Secrets That Haunt Them. It was a great motivator to get back to work on finishing it. Several writers read their works, including one lady who used a piece she wrote in the Short Story session earlier that afternoon.

Sunday morning began with Ruth Walker’s session on “Personal Papers.” If you have ever wondered what to do with those ticket stubs, post-it notes, and old journals, this was a great discussion for brainstorming ways to implement them in your prose, non-fiction, and poetry.

Patti M Hall led a great session called “Memoir Mastermind,” which I was frustrated to have to miss most of when my Internet went down. Fortunately, I made it for the last half hour in time to catch some great nuggets in the Q & A, particularly about whether to name people in your memoir and how to capture those thoughts and memories.

Lunch Break – Breakout rooms dealing with what makes a great Opening Sentence. It was fun to talk about the benefits of a strong first line with a small group and even came up with a few of our own.

Derek Newman-Stille led an animated discussion on “Speculative Disability,” which brought up some really great questions regarding creating characters who are disabled and their purpose in the story. I think aside from Andrew Pyper’s speech, this was one of sessions I found the most impactful and eye-opening. For any writer wanting to add a disabled person into their story, it was a good moment to sit back and ask some pointed questions about their motive.

Last lecture of the weekend was J.M. Tibbott’s discussion of “Self-Editing.” She covered a great deal of information, most of which I was familiar with, but I still made a lot of great notes! A good refresher on the process of self-editing never hurts!

After a hearty round of thank yous to volunteers, speakers, moderators, and so on, I turned off my computer and made dinner. Staring at a Zoom screen for the entire weekend was a bit tiring, but I came away with some new insights and ready to dig into my next novel once more. It was wonderful to spend so much time dedicated to something I have a passion for as well as meeting some amazing new-to-me writers.

 Thanks for joining me!

For more information on the Writers Community of York Region and our conference, please go to WCYR. Our next conference is already in the works for 2023!

Happy November,

Diane Bator



Tuesday, November 2, 2021

Time Sure Flies by Roseanne Dowell

 



Here it is November already. Time sure flies. Last year at this time I posted something I was thankful for every day on Facebook. I decided not to do that this year. It's not that I'm not thankful, I am. Blessed and thankful. And there's so much to be thankful for, my husband, my children, their spouses, my grandchildren, and their spouses, and my great-grandchildren What more could a person ask for?

I have a nice home, not fancy by any means, but I'm not a fancy person and it's comfortable. Lived in and it meets my needs and there's always food on the table. We live a simple life, always have. Our entertainment comes by way of our kids mostly and a few friends whose company we enjoy.  I manage to keep busy between Bible Study, and other church activities. Besides writing, which I've not been doing much of since my characters refuse to talk to me, I enjoy my embroidery machine. 

Lately, I've been doing a lot of table runners for dinners at our church. I'm on the Fellowship committee and I can't tell you how much I enjoy it. I work with a great group of women and we always have a good time. Besides that, I love to cook, and helping to cook for a large group makes it worthwhile. I look forward each month to our dinners. 

I'm sure there's a story there someplace and I'm betting Aunt Beatrice Lulu would be involved in some harebrained scheme. If she'd only talk to me. The only reason I can think of as to why she's giving me the silent treatment is her sister, Ethel started the next story. I'm afraid Aunt Beatrice Lulu is a bit jealous. To make matters worse, Ethel isn't talking to me anymore either. So I sit and stare at blank pages. I'm sure one of these days Aunt Beatrice Lulu will start talking again. It's not like her to remain quiet for too long. She's too much of a busy body. 

But until then, I'll have to be content with my embroidery.  I really love that machine and I found some websites with excellent designs, some of them are even free. Last year I made the kids several gifts from the embroidery machine. Not sure what I'll do this year. Right now, I started on the table runners for the November dinner we'll be doing at church. It takes an hour just to embroider the text and I'm adding a cornucopia to it also. Not sure how long that will take to stitch out. So I usually do two a day. 

If anyone has any ideas for Aunt Beatrice Lulu put them in the comment section. If she uses them, we'll be sure to mention you in the acknowledgments. 

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Monday, November 1, 2021

BWL Publishing Inc. New Releases for November, 2021 and Win a Kindle eBook Reader Contest

 

RELEASES COMING NOVEMBER 2021


  
   

  

 


 Our monthly free download is discontinued for the remainder of 2021 while we run our holiday contest events.  Every Friday from October 15 to December 17, we'll be drawing three winners and each of those winners will receive a copy of all three of our holiday romances.  Those winner's names will then be added to our grand prize drawing folder and on December 17 one name will be drawn from that folder to win the Kindle eBook Reader shown here.

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