Friday, November 14, 2014

Celeste's Journal

Christmas is coming again.  Not right away.  Autumn leaves are still covering the ground with a carpet of gold.  I love to go to the ranch.  Blake was very thoughtful about the trees that he planted around the house.  He planted several fire maples.  Their crimson loveliness is my favorite.  The leaves are shaped so delightfully.  They explode into brilliance when autumn arrives.

One day when I was watching just Jamie, I took a couple of quilts outside.  First we had a delightful picnic lunch.  We had bread, cheese, some grape juice, and some delicious apples.  Then Jamie fell asleep on the quilt.  I covered him with the other quilt.  I decided to snuggle next to him and watch the leaves waft gently from the trees, down, down onto us.

The next thing I knew Jamie was moving around awakening from his nap.  I felt absolutely the strongest contentment.  We had a blanket of brilliantly covered leaves over our quilt.  I told Jamie to hold still for just another moment.  I told him to watch the leaves over our heads.  The sun was shining through them.  We were far enough away from the ranch house, and yard that we couldn't hear the busy workers there.  Silence was complete.

True to his nature Jamie's stillness did not last very long.  He was up and raring to move!  So we gathered the quilts, shook them, and gathered all of our picnic foods.  I took Jamie in the house and we did a couple of chores.  I think a day needs to be balanced.  We do something fun, then a necessary task, then something fun, and then another necessary task.  I feel much more content with my life when I approach it in this manner.

Eric was soon home from school.  He and Jamie went outside to do one of their myriad daily chores.  Blake came in and talking me by the hand he led me outside.  He asked me to walk with him.  So we walked hand in hand along the path that leads to the river that runs through his ranch.  It was so beautiful.  God's hand was evident in the colors, textures, and smells of the season.

After we walked for about a half hour Blake turned me towards him and slowly, oh ever so slowly, pulled me close.  He kissed me.  A single shaft of wind blew the leaves around us as we kissed.  I never wanted that brilliant moment to end.  I will cherish this day for the rest of my life!

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Writing?

I wake up in the morning thinking, what worlds will I create today?  As I format a new book, the character seems to speak to me.  (No, I am not quite delusional, ok, maybe just a little...hee hee).

My book, "Celeste, Women of the Drifting Anchor Ranch" is available on lulu.com   The Nook and Kindle formats are not yet available.  Anyone who lives in the locale around Farmington, Utah may purchase my books, "Beth, Women of the Drifting Anchor Ranch," or "Celeste, Women of the Drifting Anchor Ranch," at Aunt Addy's Country Home, 58 North Main Street, Farmington, UT.  There is a $3.00 price break.  Online it costs $19.99 plus shipping.  If you purchase your book at Aunt Addy's you can request a book signing for your book.  I will make arrangements to meet and sign.

I have NOT written or published these books in chronological order.  Eventually the order will be as follows, Ardis, Sarah, Celeste, Angela, Lily, Rose, Beth, and the novel to tie up any loose threads, Tapestry.  I write each book to stand alone.  On the other hand, each book fits together like pieces in a puzzle.

In addition, I love to give you a peek behind the scenes, here on my blog.  I will soon start to give a few behind the scenes for Angela, which is the next book to be published.  Angela is feisty, damaged, but wanting desperately to love and be loved.  Abandoned at an orphanage, adopted at the tender age of six by a murdering thief, forced into human slavery, she finds her redemption in the Calkin family of the Drifting Anchor Ranch.

As I write, I grow to love each and every one of my characters.  I LOVE to write.  The printed word is magical to me.  Think of how reading works.  Our eyes see letters, and words, and then our brain interprets the things that we see.  One word, one sentence, can mean something different to pretty much everyone that reads it.  I'm always thrilled when I create a sentence that dances right off the page, and creates joy.

Please, keep reading, and I will keep writing!  You know you're curious to find out more about the Calkin's and their ever so typical lives of the 19th century in Western America.  Thanks for all the support I have received in this process!