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Thursday, October 18, 2018

#ThursdayThoughts with Laura DeNooyer

Good Morning!

Well it's Medicare AEP and I'm busier than most any other time of the year LOL but not to busy to welcome Laura back to our blog! Laura shared treasures with us last month and I'm excited to see what she's thinking about so....take it away Laura!

The elephant in the room. 

In Tina Hamilton’s case, her father’s silent nine years.

That’s the cloud that overshadows her while growing up in Currie Hill, North Carolina, at the foot of the Smokies. The cloud hovers at home. At the bakery. At the ice cream parlor. At church. At family picnics.

Reflecting later, she says, “I always knew my father had a secret. I must have known it at least by the time I was old enough to recognize the embarrassed hush that fell over a room of grown-ups the moment I crossed the threshold. That’s back when folks still talked about it. . . .”

She catches snippets of conversation here and there--at family reunions, from Uncle Ross, Mom’s stories, and arguments between her dad and northern businessman Phil Kepler. Phil has recently moved to Currie Hill to help establish a theme park that her father is trying to derail.

Tina has other problems and isn’t too worried about the proposed park until the night of the Town Council Meeting that will determine the future of Currie Hill--and her family’s. Finally, to sway the tide of votes, the cloud of silence lifts, but nobody is ready for the truth.

EXCERPT--Family Reunion:

I looked at Dad, wondering why he was so quiet. He usually offered so much more. He seemed distant, his brow furrowed.

“There’s just as much bad in the country as in the city,” said Uncle Owen. “Bad’s in the heart of people, in idle hands and such.”

“It ain’t the city that’s bad,” said Grandpa. “It’s the attitudes in the city. Sidney talks about it all the time. Folks fighting for jobs, folks competing with each other, folks putting their jobs above their wives and families. I daresay that’s why Sid ain’t ever married. Folks driving themselves to distraction till they’re all tuckered out and ain’t no good for nobody, doing things a body weren’t meant to do. That’s why folks get took down sick and die in the city. It’s all those wrong choices, and not taking care of others who need help. It could happen anywhere, not just there, but it happens mostly there.”

“Well, I guess you’re right about that,” Grandma Hamilton snapped. “Because I got two sons that don’t go to church no more and one of them’s right here in this town.” She was referring to Uncle Ross. “But when you got another son what’s off in New York City for over fifteen years who ain’t been home for five, and another son who’s been to who-knows-where for eleven years of his life after the war and gets himself a wife but won’t never let on—” She looked at my dad and stopped short.

No one spoke. It was rare when my father’s mysterious, silent years and his first wife were mentioned by anyone.

A hush of secrets is different from any other kind. It’s not like the thin silence after the wind combs and tickles the leaves of the sassafras tree, nor is it like the sweet quiet of the morning sky after it echoes and swallows the chatter of the purple martins. No, it’s more like the pregnant hush of thick storm air right before it inhales and gulps the countryside, and reluctantly lets it go again.

About Laura: Award-winning author Laura DeNooyer lives with her husband Tim near Milwaukee, Wisconsin. They have four adult children. On either end of child rearing, she taught middle school and high school English, creative writing, and/or art. She currently teaches writing to home schooled students, participates in writers conferences and critique groups, and hosts a blog that celebrates creativity: Journey to Imagination. Laura has a young adult fantasy series underway, as well as historical fiction for adults. Find out more and connect with Laura through her BlogFacebook and Amazon.


Hope you enjoyed today's post and that you'll check back for more Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time, take care and God bless.
PamT

Saturday, October 13, 2018

#SaturdaySpotlight is on Rick McQuiston & When Only the Nightmare Remains!

Good Morning!

It's been quite sometime since Rick visited us. He was in our spotlight last year with another of his books so please welcome him back with his latest, When Only the Nightmare Remains.

When Only the Nightmare Remains
Ghosts, demons, monsters, and of course, everyone's favorite: zombies. I decided to let them all run amok in my novel, When Only the Nightmare remains, a book that was spawned from the title itself (which I like very much, thank you).

Blurb: A town sheriff and three young boys manage to overcome an evil entity threatening their town.

Excerpt:
Emily nudged closer and closer to the spider-webbed pane of glass. The window offered little in the way of a view—being octagonal and no larger than a dinner plate— but what it did reveal was adequate to say the least. It allowed anyone gazing through it to see the lush rolling landscape surrounding the house…and all it contained.

Feeling her already weak heart pound heavily in her chest, Emily scanned the grounds intently, watching for any signs of movement, for any hint of life. For any signs of William. She held the Book tightly in her small hands, refusing to relinquish it to anything or anyone. She had only scratched the surface of its contents, but that was still enough to impart its importance to her.

Her eyes moistened with tears as  she thought of earlier, happier times in her life and her marriage to William.  She should have been thinking about raising a family and planting flowers around the front porch of her home. She should have been thinking about what to cook for dinner when her husband returned home from a hard day’s work. All these simple notions, ones so many young people took for granted, were well beyond her grasp. In their place were terrifying visions of a dim future. Or worse—no future at all.

Movement caught her eye, sending a fresh batch of fear down her already frail spine. She rubbed her eyes to clear them and stared at the spot where she thought she had seen something. It took only a few seconds before her fears were confirmed. Something had moved. She was sure of it, but it was not easily noticeable. Whatever was lurking in the dense foliage was crafty and using stealth to its advantage.

Despite expecting it, Emily found herself cringing from the implications. She knew what it was, slithering around the fields, worming its way closer and closer with each passing minute. She also knew that eventually, inevitably, it would reach her house. Her house. It was her house and hers alone since her beloved husband died earlier that year. Nearly eight cold, empty months had passed since that fateful day when a bullet found its way into his forehead, killing him instantly. Some said that it was a suicide. Perhaps it was, but Emily was not so sure. William had no reason to kill himself.
The pain of that day pushed its way into Emily’s heart, so slowly at first as to be almost unnoticeable, but gradually increasing in its intensity. William had been a good man and a good husband, at least he was before he had changed into a cold, cruel person wholly incapable of compassion or love.

Emily stepped back from the window and slumped into a small, worn leather-back chair. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and the alluring thought of sleep entered her mind more than once. She ignored it. She had too many problems, too many things to think about to be able to enjoy a good rest. Not that she didn’t deserve it.

Outside the house, nestled snugly within the green vegetation of the fields, something waited for its chance to move, to advance toward the house and reach a solitary figure huddled in the attic of the building, and end her life.

Oh my goodness...sounds like a perfect Halloween read - if you dare! Think I'll pass though, Rick but I do wish you the best of luck and God's blessings with your books.

Rick McQuiston is a forty-six year old father of two who loves anything horror related.  By day, he works for a family-owned construction and management company. By night, he churns out horror fiction.

Rick has well over 300 publications so far. He’s written seven anthologies, one book of novellas, and edited an anthology of Michigan authors. He’s also a guest author each year at Memphis Junior High School, and is currently working on his fifth novel, a Cthulhu-based anthology. Rick currently has two novels with Class Act Books:  Fear the Sky and When Only the Nightmare Remains, which was voted #2 in Horror for 2015 by the Paranormal Romance GuIld’s Reviewer’s Choice.

Find out more about Rick at:
Publisher's website: www.classactbooks.com
Author's website: www.many-midnights.com

Buy links for When Only the Nightmare Remains:
Publisher's website: www.classactbooks.com

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/When-Only-Nightmare-Remains-McQuiston-ebook/dp/B00NKX4TAG

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/when-only-the-nightmare-remains-rick-mcquiston/1120364310?ean=2940046171884

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/476484

Hope you enjoyed today's spotlight and that you'll check back each week for another one as well as Tuesday Treasures and Thursday Thoughts (when they're available).

Until next time take care and God bless.
PamT

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

#TuesdayTreasures with DiAnn Mills!

Good Morning Friends,

Today's guest is no stranger to our blog but a dear friend and fellow writer who has shared treasures, thoughts and the spotlight on more than one occasion so please welcome DiAnn Mills back to our blog.....

The High Concept Novel

Are you a novelist striving for a high concept story? Have you heard the term and not fully understood what it means? Worse yet, has an agent or editor challenged you to create a high concept novel, and now you have brain freeze? Let me help you unpack what agents, editors, and readers are desperately seeking.

A high concept story is one that has potential to spread like wildfire, either within a genre or across a large audience. Think of Lord of the Rings, Narnia, Hunger Games, Divergent, Forrest Gump, Gone with the Wind, To Kill a Mockingbird, Les Misérables, and the list continues.

Rachelle Gardner writes, “High concept means the PREMISE of your book will get attention, before anyone sees even one word of your writing.”

Are you still scratching your head? What is this thing called a premise?

Do you know why you must write this story?
What is the burning passion to spend hours perfecting your craft?
What is the moral truth to be explored, revisited, and turned upside down?
What sears your heart with a what-if?
What keeps you up at night and preoccupied during the day?

Sometimes the premise can blow away an agent or editor in one sentence; sometimes it takes three. But it must be unique to the writer and to the story’s concept, something the writer has never written before.

Another element is how the premise affects you, and why you are the only one to write the story.

When you are brainstorming your novel’s potential high concept, ask yourself the following questions.

1. What is your distinctively different premise?
2. How is your story original?
3. Why are you the only writer who can pen this story?
4. How are your characters intriguing?
5. Is your story idea fresh and exciting?
6. Are the plot twists super-unpredictable and yet believable?
7. Will your story touch the hearts of cross-genre readers or a wide-niche market?
8. Does your story entertain?
9. Are strong emotions a part of the high stakes?
10. Can your readers step into the closet of your character and emerge satisfied that they have lived a true adventure?

Now write your high-concept idea in one sentence. Make every word count. Don’t settle for the first draft. Refine what you’ve written. Let your passion swell. Give yourself time to ponder over ideas, and consider if this type of novel writing is for you. Come back to it. How has it changed?
Perhaps your story idea falls within the high-concept criteria. I hope so! If you believe in your premise, then get started with the groundwork of making your novel idea the next bestseller.

What is the premise burning in your mind?


DiAnn Mills is a bestselling author who believes her readers should expect an adventure. She is a storyteller and creates action-packed, suspense-filled novels to thrill readers. Her titles have appeared on the CBA and ECPA bestseller lists; won two Christy Awards; and been finalists for the RITA, Daphne Du Maurier, Inspirational Readers’ Choice, and Carol award contests.

DiAnn is a founding board member of the American Christian Fiction Writers, a member of Advanced Writers and Speakers Association, Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime, and International Thriller Writers. She is co-director of The Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writers Conference and The Mountainside Marketing Conference with social media specialist Edie Melson where she continues her passion of helping other writers be successful. She speaks to various groups and teaches writing workshops around the country.

Connect with DiAnn here: www.diannmills.com

DiAnn's latest book, Burden of Proof can be purchased HERE.

Oh wow, DiAnn, these tips are definitely something every writer can treasure. Thanks for sharing!

Hope you enjoyed DiAnn's post as much as I do and that you'll check back regularly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time take care and God bless.
PamT

Saturday, October 6, 2018

#SaturdaySpotlight is on David Arp (aka Boo Riley) and Jake!

Good Morning!

Back in August I introduced you to David Arp (aka Boo Riley) when he shared some thoughts with us. Today David gives us a sneak peek into his book, Me and Jake.

Ty told his twin brother, Cameron, that he felt like something was going to happen to change their lives. Little did he know how prophetic that statement would be, or how soon it would come to pass. What seems like a series of coincidences are anything but, and what’s more amazing, Ty’s coon dog, Jake, might not be a dog at all.

Excerpt: The pond wasn’t big. About fifty paces across. Cameron and I had visited the little water hole many times for a drink when we could escape the hayfield without Dad catching us. Sometimes the water was clear, most times not. The smell of mud, rotten plants, and frogs and such made me wonder how I’d put my lips in it for a long drink so many times before.

The woods opened up and the pond came into view. Jake swam around in the middle, like he couldn’t make up his mind which way to go. A big coon scurried out of the water and disappeared into the bushes on the opposite bank. To Jake’s left, another critter thrashed in the water. A red and white…what? Coon? I stopped and stared, stuck in the mud like a dead tree stump. Moron.

Cameron wore a red ball cap and a white shirt, but he couldn’t swim.

My scream propelled me into the water.

Oh my, I'm intrigued already, David!

David Arp (AKA Boo Riley) was born in Arizona, raised in Texas, and lives in Colorado. He’s 60, but has only spent half of the past 40 years at home. The other half he traveled and worked the oilfields of the world, from the deserts of the Middle East to the vast oceans offshore. When he’s not busy on a drilling rig, he spends his time writing, floating a river in his raft fly fishing, horseback, or hunting. Find out more about David by visiting his Website and connecting with him on Facebook. David's book, Me and Jake is available now at Pelican Book Group and Amazon in Ebook and Print!

I'm not sure about the rest of you but the moment I saw the title of David's book, I remembered the song Feed Jake recorded by The Pirates of the Mississippi back in the early 90's, anyway, hope you enjoyed today's spotlight and that you'll check back regularly for Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time, take care and God bless.
PamT

Thursday, October 4, 2018

#ThursdayThoughts with Janice Cantore

Good Morning!

Please welcome today's guest, Janice Cantore as she returns to share some thoughts with us about Happy Places.....

I have a friend who is in her happy place when she’s cleaning. Yes, this strange life-form loves vacuuming, dusting, and straightening things up. That is not me. I can think of a hundred happier places to be than cleaning house. Recently I visited the Big Island of Hawaii. Now that, for me, is a happy place.

There’s a beach there called Hāpuna Beach, and it is one of the most beautiful places on earth. The feel of the sand on that beach is like walking on a feathery cloud, and the water temperature is always perfect, inviting a person to stay a while and float while cares and tension dissipate. Sitting on that beach, the trade winds gently caressing the sand, I can close my eyes and imagine that I’m in heaven.

I’m often amazed that I feel like this because I haven’t always liked the beach. I grew up in Southern California and frankly always saw the beach as a hassle: crowded, the sand too gritty, the water too kelp-choked. And sitting in the sun was tedious. But I’ve aged. I can now appreciate just sitting and soaking up the rays. Now, the beach, just about any beach on the Big Island, is my happy place. I just wish my happy place was a lot closer.

Janice Cantore is a police officer turned writer. She retired from the Long Beach (California) Police Department after twenty-two years—sixteen in uniform, six as a noncareer employee.

She is currently writing romantic suspense for Tyndale House, and her upcoming release, Lethal Target, second in the Line of Duty series following Crisis Shot, is set in a small town in Oregon.

Lethal Target and Crisis Shot as well as Janice's other bookscan be purchased from Amazon in various formats!

Wow, Janice I know a few people for whom cleaning also puts them in their happy place! Great post. Thanks for sharing!

Hope you enjoyed today's post, friends and that you'll check back for more Thursday Thoughts, Tuesday Treasures and Saturday Spotlight.

Until next time, take care and God Bless.
PamT

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

#TuesdayTreasures Guest post by Melisa Marzett

Good Morning and Welcome to the first Tuesday Treasures post of October 2018!

Today's guest reached out to me as a freelance writer hoping to get a little exposure and share something she treasures with us. Since helping writers is one of the reasons I blog, of course I welcomed her.

Hope you will too.....


About the author: Melisa Marzett is a freelance writer from Arizona who shares her great articles with many users on various web platforms. She has over 8 years of experience in blogging and now works for Royal Editing: Paper Editing Services – Best Essay Editor! editing services.





“Men are motivated when they feel needed while women are motivated when they feel cherished.” (John Gray, Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus)

I would like to share my thoughts with people who truly value strong and healthy relationships as one of the most important treasures in our lives.

It is an essential part of our nature to have a person, who will spend a lifetime with you. Nothing compares to the most beautiful feeling two persons can possess. To LOVE someone genuinely without demanding anything in return is a great wonder. Building romantic relationships are not just about the initial bonding, when you see your partner’s personal and business growth, it is so encouraging… you want to grow with him or her, spend more time together, be the best motivation, achieve more goals and reach together new heights. That is the key, which might open a treasure chest, where happy relationships will last for many years.

Have you ever fallen deeply in love? Have you already found your hidden treasure? Leave a comment down below. I would be glad to see your answers and let me know if you have book recommendations in the psychological field on how to create devoted and faithful relationships with your partner.


You're so right, Melisa! Relationships are wonderful treasures in our lives. Thanks for sharing. Here's wishing you the best of luck and God's blessings on your writing career.

Thanks for stopping by and supporting Melisa friends. I hope you'll drop by often for more Tuesday Treasures, Thursday Thoughts and Saturday Spotlights!

Until next time take care and God Bless.
PamT