Thursday, August 30, 2012

A Night on Moon Hill Contest Hosted by Tanya Parker Mills

Award-winning author, Tanya Parker Mills, is hosting a contest with lots of awesome prizes! She is celebrating the upcoming release of her new book, A Night on Moon Hill, which will be released at the end of September. Click here to find details on how to enter the contest, read the gripping first chapter and get details on the upcoming release.

Swimming is Daphne’s one refuge–until the night she finds a body in her pool.
University professor and renowned author Daphne Lessing has never felt at ease in society. But a disturbing occurrence in her once calm and controlled existence suddenly unearths events from her past and thrusts an unusual child into her life.
Ten-year-old Eric has Asperger’s syndrome and is obsessed with fishing and angels. Soon, Daphne finds herself attached to him–and faced with a choice: Does she leave him and return to her solitary, ordered life, trusting others to do right by him, or does she allow this bright child to draw her into the world she has tried to shun? And what about the man that came into Daphne’s life with Eric? Will she be able to shut him out as well?

Monday, August 27, 2012


I am somewhere between my 20th or 100th self-edit. This time through is for catching those pesky, hard-to-spot character and plot inconsistencies. My favorite so far: A character claims she doesn't like tuna sandwiches when just a chapter earlier she and her friend ate tuna for lunch...oops. She either doesn't like tuna, but only on certain days, or needs to find something else to eat. ;)
 Further updates: Book Two is coming along slowly. My characters recently revealed some plot elements that I wasn't not aware of before that require some reexamining of earlier chapters.
Also, I hiked and explored Timpanogos Cave this weekend for some valuable insights into my cave dwelling creatures' lair. Can I just say, calcium carbonate formations are fascinating and sure to make an appearance! I think God's creations are so awe inspiring and as a writer it is impossible to capture the true beauty and majesty that nature's variety provides. Hopefully my painful attempts will at least lead others to see it for themselves.

Upcoming Giveaways: Be sure to visit my giveaway page September 1-6th for a chance to win a $10 Amazon giftcard. Please tell your friends and good luck!

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

D.C. Pictures

I found some awesome sights that, as a reader and author, I couldn't resist sharing. These are all pictures I took on my trip to Washington D.C. earlier this year.

Hillwood Estate. For lovers of antiques and beautiful gardens

 From the Old Apothecary Shop on King Street. Yes, these are real names of old roots and remedies!

Thomas Jefferson is my hero! "I cannot live without books."

 Beautiful Library of Congress. If you ever go, be sure to check out Thomas Jefferson's Library that is on display and the reading room. Sorry, no cameras allowed!

 The Hall of Remembrance at the Holocaust Memorial Museum. One of the most heart-wrenching places on Earth.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Awesome Typo and Other News

My amazing friend/editor recently caught this while going through The Mark. It is my favorite typo so far.

He felt his irrigation growing.

Don't you just love auto-correct? Whether you are looking to get published independently or traditionally, always have a good editor go over your book carefully. No matter how talented you think you are, there will always be little "irrigation" problems that creep up. ;-)

Other News
I am very excited to have started progress on book two in The Lithian Trilogy. I am at 18,129 words!
I am also currently editing book one. Hopefully, if I stay on schedule, The Mark will be available through e-book by the end of next year! This is very exciting for me and my family and to those who have been looking forward to reading more than just the teasers I have offered.

I have been very blessed with great support from family and friends as I continue to pursue my dreams. I couldn't keep writing without them and lots of Heavenly inspiration and intervention.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

A Creepy Library

This is a brief moment in one of my favorite scenes in The Mark. Please comment if you like it.

           “Eternal Darkness.” “Hunger.” “Darkness.”
Keera’s head snapped up, her breath coming in quick little gasps of fear. A heavy silence met her as she slowly looked around at her surroundings, trying to get her bearings. The fear that awakened her faded with her dream.
 Yawning, Keera pressed the palm of her hands into her eyes, trying to rub away the last of her grogginess. She had been dreaming. What about? Dimly, she saw a large pyramid flash before her eyes. There had been a handsome young man with reddish brown hair and a gold bracelet.
She looked down at her own wrist and saw the book on Egypt still lying on the table. Standing, she slipped the volume back into its place. Stretching, she stifled another yawn and looked around. How long had she been asleep?  She glanced at her watch, gaping at it in astonishment.  Was it really that time already?  Her parents were going to kill her. That thought jolted her into motion.
Ouch!  Muttering darkly about her stubbed toe, she felt her way more cautiously through the darkness.  The eerie feeling of being watched settled over her as she left the protection of her small alcove. She moved along the shelves carefully, occasionally glancing over her shoulder.
             “Hello,” she called tentatively.  “Hello, is anybody here?” 
Silence answered her. And yet…glancing over her shoulder again, she shuffled a little faster.       
“Okay girl, don’t panic,” she spoke aloud to dispel the thick quiet. Her voice seemed overly loud in the empty library.  
 “C’mon girl, get a hold of yourself.” 
She felt her breathing ease as she finally came across a wall with windows.  The soft blue light of the moon filtered through and cast a comforting square of light.  Pausing, Keera tried to figure out where she was. 
Oh great, she cursed silently.  How on earth did I get to the children’s section? This meant she had to go to the opposite end of the library to find the stairs. 
I must have gotten turned around somewhere, she mused, looking around. 
As she stood pondering the best route to take to the stairs, she felt something move behind her.  Whirling, she scanned her surroundings.  Nothing but shadows.
It is fine, Keera, remember to breathe. Her calm self-talk didn’t help much when she heard a whisper of sound off to her right.  Jerking her head in that direction, she once again saw nothing but shadows. 
“I’m sure it’s just my imagination,” she told herself reasonably, while taking a couple steps backwards.  Staring into the darkness beyond her patch of light, she could have sworn she saw something move.  Not taking her eyes off the menacing shadows, she continued to move slowly backwards. 
C’mon Keera, shadows cannot be menacing or threatening, they are just shadows.  Her rationalizing didn’t stop her heart from pounding or the hairs on her arms and neck from standing straight up. The feeling of being watched intensified.
The shadows seemed to thicken and grow, as if they were trying to drown out the light.  Her feet froze as feelings of hopelessness and a paralyzing fear rooted her, she saw something moving towards her but couldn’t think.  In part terror, part curiosity, she watched as the shadows started twisting and elongating--coming ever closer to her little patch of moonlight.