I finally made the big move. After utilizing Blogger for the past four years as my author blog, Coming Down the Mountain (where I have over 1000 followers and 4000 views a month), I’ll now blog here (where I have 29 followers and about 100 views a month).
Probably not a smart move. But I have my reasons– Continue reading
My novel, Lighting Candles in the Snow, is now out. Reviews are coming in, and gladly they are positive. And then what? Which is the big question really, about all kinds of things that one might look forward to with great anticipation.
And then what?
There are the people who look ahead with excitement for the next big adventure, like Toad in The Wind in the Willows: Continue reading
Sometimes you don’t realize what your book is about until someone tells you.
When Uncut Diamonds came out, the marketing director at WiDo called it “Steel Magnolias with Mormon characters,” which I’d have never pegged but it was exactly the right description. (Even though it takes place in the Midwestern United States not the South, and the main characters are young parents not older ones preparing for a daughter’s wedding.)
But all that’s not the point. It’s that I find it amazing when someone can tell me exactly what my book is about, and do it better than I could have myself. Continue reading
First look at my favorite! Yes, I admit it. Lighting Candles in the Snow is my favorite.
There was too much anxiety with Farm Girl and Uncut Diamonds, since they were my first, to really enjoy the process. And House of Diamonds, although I really like that novel, I was disappointed in the typesetting. The print book came out too short, too small.
I like a nice, solid novel that feels good in my hands. A thick book. Continue reading
Only an hour away from our home is the city of Ogden, the best kept secret in Utah. No crowds, no traffic, not a destination spot. But for my husband and me, it’s our new favorite place.
Because among other attractions, how can you not love a city that has statues of painted horses lining the downtown streets? Continue reading
My novel, Lighting Candles in the Snow, is set to be released next month, September 18. And I’ve been taking it very well. Hadn’t noticed any undue anxiety or stress related to the final stages. My reviews will be mixed, some great, others not so much. Sales will be fine. Not fantastic but okay. The usual. Why worry? After all, it’s my fourth book, and I know what to expect. Continue reading
I am participating in the A to Z Challenge on my writing blog, Coming Down the Mountain, so anyone looking for the real alphabet posts can go there. However, with all these letters swirling around in my head, and seeing how I haven’t posted here for some time, I keep thinking of the letter D and dreams or dreaming of the future. What is a dream anyway except something we want to happen that hasn’t yet? Continue reading
I love real life stories. From the time I was young, the biography shelf of the children’s section in the library lured me in. Fantasy bores me. Give me a solid memoir any day. I’m curious about what people eat for dinner, where they work, where they go on vacation, all kinds of ordinary details that make up our everyday lives.
How to write the everyday details in story form is a challenge. When it’s done right, you get Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt. Or the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Continue reading
(The following is an excerpt from Farm Girl, my mother reflecting on Christmas during the Great Depression)
The Depression didn’t make any difference with birthdays, or with Christmas either, because children never expected much at those times. Back then children weren’t showered with gifts, not even at Christmas. I always got a book from Aunt Bernice and as long as there was Santa Claus, I’d get something from my parents. Continue reading
My son in law loves maple bars. Two years ago my daughter gave him maple bars for his birthday.
But not just any maple bars. Think made from scratch, dough rising, cut in shapes, then fried, iced while hot, made in my own kitchen by my daughter and me maple bars. We doubled the recipe. I fried for an hour and a half, and we ended up with four cookie sheets of maple bars. Continue reading