Friday, October 28, 2016

Hold on for the Ride

Krista is a writing partner for the Writers Alley. We've prayed together, written posts, encouraged and blessed each other. Krista is funny, techy smart, a loving mom, and an author. But advancing in any career is a job. Krista shares her heart and how God helped her celebrate each step. 

Bubbling about Careers

Preparation Bubbles

Like a sandwich, all journeys need a little prep time. Some will be a year, some will be twenty years.

Mine was bubblin' four years from when I first started seriously writing to the time that wicked awesome contract was in my hands.

While the prep time can be grueling at time, I wouldn't change a thing about it. I met a bunch of great writers who I plan to have as friends for life. I've grown as a writer and grown in my faith as I've faced rejections, discouragement, and those blessed rays of hope that God brings at just the right time.

Bubble Lesson: Embrace the Journey!

Down-to-Business Bubbles

In 2011, my writing career went from elusive dream to EEEEEE worthy possibility! An editor approached me, asking to see my stuff. I sent her a proposal and sample chapters of my book, A Sandwich Romance. A few months later, she asked for my full manuscript. A few more months later, she called, offering a book contract. Two days later, I secured an agent.

It was a pinch-me year!

But... it was a hard year too. My daughter was in the hospital, dying of heart failure while waiting for a heart transplant. She received the life-giving gift on April 9th, 2011. She had a bunch more ups and downs, including another heart surgery when her new heart was failing. 

That ended "bubbly" too. She's now doing FABULOUS with her new heart and skipping all around my HOUSE, not the hospital. 

Bubble Lesson: Hold on for the Ride!

Releasing Bubbles

Not only is my Sandwich book out but also A Side of Faith, A Side of Hope, A Side of Love, volumes 2, 3, and 4 are all OUT! Plus I have more soon to be released.


Is that bubbly enough?

Pinch me or blow bubbles in my face or something!

I won't lie. As FUN and AWESOME as it has been, it's been stressful at times too. But I'm so in awe of my VERY big God who has orchestrated my publishing journey and brought me JOY through times of pain and frustration. 

So really, I'm bubbling over with Jesus' love even more than I am about my publishing epicness. 

Bubble Lesson: It's all about JESUS!

Krista blogs at with lots of great mommy stories and helps. 

Krista has signed with a new agent and has expanded her writing career by entering the Indi realm.

Krista has also signed with another publisher, I'm not sure if I'm allowed to spill the beans, but her new release should hit the shelves by 2017

Thank you Krista for this bubbly response. The road to publication can be wild

God has given all us some bubbly moments to encourage us 
or help us see the lighter side of life.

What bubbly experience have you can be about anything.

I'll start. One of many bubbly experiences: I was the first one in my family, including my parents, to graduate from college. They were very proud. 

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Falling for Italy

Hubby and I have returned home from a spectacular tour of Italy.

The theme of this trip, I can't help but say it:  I'm falling for Italy!

I can't limit my tales of this gorgeous county to one post. I'm devoting my November newsletter to our adventures and will tell more in a few blogs. This is a trip I'd take again in a heartbeat. Definitely. The people. The language. The food. The art. The history. Wow!!

While I'm doing the laundry and getting over jet lag I'll leave you with:

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Romance on the water

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a time in history



These photos are bringing tears of great memories. I can't wait to upload my own photos.

What place in Italy have you wanted to see?

The laundry will be done for next Tuesday's post.

Friday, October 21, 2016

If Only I Had a Spare Moment, I'd...

Karen Schravemade is my friend from Australia. I love the way she says, "Mom". Karen is living a life many young moms do: several young children, developing a career, volunteering, and all the other things mom's pack into a day. Come read her honest and encouraging words...ripe for anyone with a busy schedule.

A Childhood Dream

My dream of becoming a writer began as a child. I loved books from the very start, but I vividly remember the moment when I first realised I could be a shaper of stories rather than just a passive recipient.

"Mum," I asked, "where do the storybooks come from?"

"People write them," she replied.

Those simple words sparked something revolutionary inside my little-girl brain. Right then and there, I knew that was what I wanted to do.

I wanted to write stories.

That dream has stayed with me from childhood, and I've never wavered from it. That doesn't mean there haven't been times of discouragement along the way. 

The road to publication has not been easy. But that's a very good thing. It's forced me to become a better writer. To hone my craft. To develop as a person, with a deeper understanding of what makes us human - the common heart-cries that bind us together, no matter how different we may appear."

And along the way, I've grown to understand that while God may call us to something, it's our job to grow into that calling. To take our raw talent and shape it into something worthwhile, then offer it back to Him for His glory.

I have two small boys a toddler girl and a baby boy. I juggle part-time work with being a stay-home Mum, and all the pressures that come with both roles. I'm a wife, a mother, a teacher a friend, and a daughter of God trying to walk the journey of faith as best I can in the midst of life's everyday craziness.

I'm also a writer of inspirational women's fiction.

Lately I've been thinking a lot about the various responsibilities in my life. Many people have told me they set their writing aside for a season while their children were small.

 It's made me think - is it really possible to juggle personal dreams alongside the responsibilities of motherhood and do both well?

Before having children, I use to dream about writing acclaimed novels in my spare time. Now I dream about having spare time, and my greatest ambition is to get a full night sleep.

In the end, my prayer had been that God would show me what he desires for my life in this season. Not what other people think is doable or achievable. Not what I think I can comfortably handle. But what he wants me to do.

Meanwhile, I'll keep holding onto that childhood dream, knowing that God plants gifts and passions into our lives for a reason. I may not yet have seen the fulfilment of that dream, but I know one day it will come to pass, as long as I never give up on the seed God planted in my heart all those many years ago.

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How have you grown into the calling God has given you? What questions can we help you with?

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

There Were These Three Herons Walking Down The Road

Photo by Vee family

There were these three herons walking down the road one day.

Oh, the chatter. Good grief. Like old men swapping stories exaggerating, and one-upping each other mostly about the biggest fish caught.

One said "I've been to Italy."

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The Second said, "No way. Do you realize how far Italy is from here? You can't fly that far."

One said: Yes I can. See how sleepy my eyes look?

The Third one said: If you really went there, tell us what fish you ate.

One stood still, his eyes swaying to the side. "I had the nicest waiter bring a platter of shrimp and scampi. They were served in the shell and with the heads still on. So juicy. That was my first day. Well, you can see why I chose to stay for a few more days."

The Second said: "Were they served fresh?"

One: "I couldn't have plucked them from the water any fresher."

Third leaned closer: "What else did you eat?"

One bent his beak to his feathers and wiped drool: "Let's see, there was an Albacore tuna confit. "

Second: "Longfin tuna? I love that!"

One:  "I was treated like a Caesar. with a plate of rustic, roasted red mullet fillet, served on a bed of potatoes, fennel, olives, capers, and parsley. The right amount of salt, garlic, I can still taste it." 

Third: You mean you were treated like a mob boss, right?

One: No. Sheesh. Then I had sea bass with celeriac puree, wild sorrel, and a smoked sauce. 

Second: The sauce looks like spit!

One: Cut it out. It's suppose to look like sea foam. That's all right, I was the one who tasted the sweetness, the smokey clams in the sauce. Unbelievable."

Third: "Stop! You're killing me."

One shouting at second who is running away: "Hey, where're you going?"

This post has been brought to you by the one word: GeezersInItaly

Friday, October 14, 2016

Not Erased By Rejection

Angie Dicken wrote a great piece. She is a great friend and an author with a debut release in a year. I'm so excited for her success. I'm sure you'll be blessed. Leave her a comment at the end to encourage, empathize, or chat.

Not Erased By Rejection

Six years ago, I was preparing for my first writer's conference. 

It has been quite a journey for me as a writer. And I thought I'd share what I've learned along the way.

I walked away from my first conference with an agent's request for some chapters. It gave me hope that my dream of getting published was tunneling ahead and God's mighty hand was blessing me quickly. Certainly I had discovered my calling and found the door to success.

And then came rejection. As quick as the blessing pushed me forward, the rejection pulled me back. 

Whoa. My writing needed some work, and the agent was kind enough to point out specifics. Yeah, It hurt.

“What was the point of that blessing, God?”

Fast forward to the next spring, and a new novel which I submitted to contests. It semi-finaled in the ACFW Genesis contest and finaled in the RWA/FHL Touched by Love contest. Yes! 

That little blessing months before may have ended in rejection, but I received some advice, some experience and finally arrived in the writing world...for sure this time, right?

I took my newest novel to the next conference, sure that blessings would abound. I had discovered “how” to write, hadn't I? Spurred on by the first agent's rejection, and learning techniques and tricks of the trade over the year, I had a polished almost-award-winning novel in hand.

And I got one request, then two, then three. I left that conference with blessing upon blessing knowing this was surely it.

Over that next year, I received a few more requests and a few more rejections. I received some pretty harsh critiques, and I very nearly threw in the towel.

“Alright, God, what is it with these empty blessings?”

With each request, I was sure God guided and opened a door for me. And when rejection followed, I doubted that God was behind any of this at all, and it was just a luck of the draw, a fun hobby that I had put too much time and effort into.

Ashley and Angie
I was knocked to the floor with humility and discouragement. Calling? What calling? Just foolish dream chasing. But, my “angels” picked me up and righted my heart toward reality. Those angels are my writing besties...the Alley Cats including my crit partner, Ashley. With their words of wisdom, I began to understand two things that prepared me not just for this writing journey, but for life in general:

Blessings are just stepping stones to something grander, AND, God's timing is perfect.

It was easy for me to focus on the rejections and doubt I was truly being led by God. Yet, with prayer and camping in God's word, I have come to understand that those blessings of requests were not erased by rejection, but the rejections were blessings also. 

In James 1:1-4  it says, “Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.”

All along, I have been hopping from stepping stone to stepping stone, refining my perseverance. Sometimes I have failed in this test of faith, sometimes I have focused too much on the trial and not God, but in the end, I have submitted to Him who has my best interest in mind.

What a waste of a calling if I published the novel I intended to be my debut. That was not God's plan. And now that I look back on my writing from that first conference, heat crawls up my neck and my face turns a deep shade of red. How could I have thought my writing was ready?

Angie is a historical author
and  especially enjoys Lady Jane era.
This is her Lady Jane costume

The next conference I will continue to equip myself with a few of my favorite things: My one sheet (one of my favorites because I love graphics!), my pitch (the actress in me needs lines!), and the most important thing—a shimmering pool amidst my stepping stones of perseverance—a verse:

            “...the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:7.

His peace is the best blessing I have received so far. It gives me the strength and courage to follow, even in the trials. The greatest blessing of all, is knowing that He has me right where He wants me, and all I have to do is take the next step.

Mary here: Since then, Angie signed with an agent AND her really awesome news: Angie received a book contract. I'm so excited for her!!

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

When In Rome..A Saying That Speaks of Respect

I read a brochure about Rome. 

Photo by Mary Vee

Apparently the locals feel disrespected when Americans visit dressed in what we'd consider typical apparel. Jeans, tee, clothes we'd wear to a mall, park, even on a train or airplane. 

Actually, most Americans like jeans and a tee/shirt but will dress up for certain occassions like a fancy restaurant, certain conferences, church, weddings, etc. 

I don't think Italians look down on American's apparel as much as they see a person who has not taken the time or consideration to research what the appropriate wear is for a given setting like touring Rome. 

Seeing from the brochure that most Italians living in Rome wear nice clothes like sports coat for guys and a dress for girls, hubby and I decided to invest in giving respect. 

I went to several dress stores and found the prices astronomically high. To stay within our budget and yet still show respect, I chose, instead, to go to a fabric store, pick out several patterns and fabric, and make my dresses. (I haven't sewn anything, I'll just say years.

To me, choosing to visit Italy required me to "when in Rome" rather than expect Italians to accept me the way I prefer to dress in America. I'm excited to see the Coliseum and other famous places. I'd like to blend in with the people as much as possible to absorb the culture. Also, to prepare, I've taken some free crash courses to learn basic Italian. All to show my respect for the people of Italy.

I've finished two dresses and hoping to finish two more. 

I'm so excited to wear them when I go to Italy.

What the people of Italy are asking is not so much. It's a consideration kinda thing.

Our God shows us respect everyday. He created the world and people then engaged in his creation. He greets us with God art sunrises and says good night with God art sunsets. He provides rain for the crops...well, you know the huge list that can fill volumes, including giving Adam the job of naming the animals. All to show us He is thinking of engaged in our lives...He even left his home in heaven to live thirty years among us. A time when He felt hunger, sadness, joy, laughter, sorrow, rejection, and everything we experience. He knows what we feel. He understands. He loves us.  He cares. God is actively involved in our lives. This is respect.

So, what is the point other than we should respect others? 

Well...maybe...and this is just a thought...maybe we shouldn't expect respect from others if we don't first give respect.

Yeah...I needed these words myself. 

I hope you have an amazingly wonderful, spectacular much so you find yourself laughing.

This post has been brought to you by the one word-Respect

Friday, October 7, 2016

The Necessary Life Compass

Hubby and I like to take off on odd day trips. We usually set a destination, avoid all maps of any sort and drive in the general direction of the end point...often having to turn around at dead end roads...but also seeing some pretty awesome sites no one would see from the main road. The one rule we've kept was to have a compass in the car. We didn't want to get lost...just find a creative way to get to our destination.

Today, Cindy Wilson will share her creative journey...not the direct route, but the one God intended.

It Was Meant to Be

If you would have asked me ten years ago to write a post about myself or my writing journey, it would not have included the words “God” or “right path” or “blessing” or “Christ-like.” 

I was a mom in my early twenties who loved to write and tried to live a moral life without the necessary compass. God.

I hadn’t been raised in the church, my parents didn’t go to church, and we didn’t talk about the Bible or God or even God. And yet I loved to write and knew that something had placed that passion inside of me.

When I became a Christian at the age of twenty-five, I’d already written four novels, gotten an agent and thought I was well on my way to wowing the world with my writing skills. And it all changed in the blink of an eye. 

I felt like I had to start over again. I’d never even read a Christian novel before, let alone written one. I don’t think God cared. He ignited that passion full-force this time, didn’t let  me quit, and helped me write another ten novels. Ones that moved me to tears. Ones I felt were meant to be. 

Somehow it was only recently that it really dawned on me God had been shaping my writing journey before I even knew Him. Because when things got hard, He’d get me through. With an encouraging note from an agent. With the chance at a contract. With the support from a writer friend.

But those times were tough. Even recently I stumbled and thought about quitting writing for good. But again, God was faithful.

I don’t know where God will take me from here, but I have no doubt He’s been part of this writing journey and part of my life since the moment I was born. And it gives me pleasure to praise Him for His faithfulness because whether it’s writing or relationships or some other passion in your life, He will get you through. Even better, He’ll go through it with you and not let you down. 

Now instead of just being a mom, I’m a daughter of Christ (who gets to be a mom, too). And with His support, I get to write fiction for a living. And it was meant to be.

Cindy began creating worlds as a kid, entertaining her siblings with spontaneous ghost stories before bed. She filled notebooks with novels and ideas and realized quickly she wanted to be a writer as an adult.
Now Cindy lives in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains and loves using Colorado towns and cities as inspiration for settings in her stories. She’s the mother of three girls who provide plenty of fodder for her YA novels.
Cindy writes speculative and contemporary YA fiction, filled with a healthy dose of romance. She’s represented by Stacey Donaghy of Donaghy Literary. Her first book will be released by Entangled in 2018.

What has God done in your life 
to encourage you to use your talents for Him?

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Italian Food, This Restaurant in Canada Scored a 10+

As one of my readers, you know I simply love to travel. 

I love to hike, walk a beach, take a five-hour train ride to a remote wilderness, try a new restaurant, WAIT...hubby and I did all of that on our fall color trip this weekend! 

I am bursting with news to share. I chose only one of the things I mentioned and will save the rest for my Nevergiveupstories newsletter that will be sent out to subscribers October 15th. (There is a sign up box to the right. It's free! And all subscribers get my novella free. The link will be in your confirmation notice. I hope you sign up)

And now for the piece of news I chose to share.

Hiking in the wilderness can crank up an appetite. For dinner, hubby and I drove by Giovanni's located on Great Northern Road in Sault Sainte Marie, Ontario, Canada. The full parking lot told us this was a place worth turning back for.

The fresh food aroma floating through the front door mesmerized me. My stomach agreed we needed to go inside.  Italian music softly played as the host took us to an elevated seating area.

I chose the Tour of Italy from a six-page menu. So many choices! All looked absolutely delicious.

Thick marinara sauce blanketed ravioli, gnocchi, tortellini, and two large meatballs. A masterpiece worthy of savoring. While hubby and I enjoyed our meals, I noticed other patrons having friendly conversations. Laughter, birthday songs, storytelling. It occurred to me that this was a gathering place. A restaurant where people came to eat, drink, and talk. Not to be rushed out the door.

Our waitress joined in table conversations as well, keeping her role in mind while helping the patrons enjoy the evening. When she picked up our plates at the end of our meal she asked if she could get us anything else. Hubby and I always order a dessert at an Italian restaurant. She looked at our plates and said...but you didn't finish your dinner. We all three laughed. Our response was, "Yes, but our kids are not here." We all laughed again.

I ordered a chocolate raspberry cheesecake which was some infinite amount of calories. Starvation diet will begin tomorrow.

And hubby ordered a chocolate gelato (did you know that gelato is the Italian word for ice cream, yet we in America separate our ice cream from gelato).

I've eaten at other Italian restaurants. I've enjoyed several. One because the quality of food, one because the formal ambiance, but this Giovanni's in Sault, Canada, has a warm, cozy, touch of class, incredible food, amazing menu, please-come-backness that earns it top score in my book.

If you get a chance to hop into Canada, plan to eat lunch or dinner at Giovanni's. You won't be disappointed.

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