One step closer to publication! just finished review of cover and text. Some modifications but very few. Will receive revised cover and text and if all is okay, off to the presses!!
Like to share an excerpt from Chapter 20: The Voice. My journal entries were key to recovery and I have included pages from them in several parts of the manuscript. Most are conversations with God as I know her.
"create in me a new heart, one that is full of compassion and understanding for those around me. You will be my guide and my strength through the journey that lies ahead."
" come dance with me today and every day of your life. Sing a song of joy, sing praises to my name. Begin to teach my message to those around you so that they too my sing my praises and know my ways... I now am telling you to follow without hesitation, without reservation, without questions for I will provide all that your soul will need, all that your spirit requires and all that your body needs to serve me.... Together we are about to begin."
This chapter is the beginning of my healing journey to face the long buried traumas.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
WOW! just received the proof of the cover and text for review. The cover is terrific; the designers created an attractive front and back covers. the next step is for my review of both and then off to the presses.
section of Chapter 8: The sound still echoes in my ears. "Your husband is dead." ...Fred had been shopping for a different car. Earlier that evening, he had decided to go the Scranton-Wilkes Barre area...After I tucked Doug and Lorraine into bed for the night I settled down with a novel until I dozed off. "Your husband fell asleep while driving and he is dead." ...
My body moved among the mourners passing from one sympathetic embrace to another. My ears registered sounds of sobbing, voices of shock and condolence, my daughter's cry of protest, my son's innocent question "Where is daddy?" and my own quivering response "He's in heaven."
section of Chapter 8: The sound still echoes in my ears. "Your husband is dead." ...Fred had been shopping for a different car. Earlier that evening, he had decided to go the Scranton-Wilkes Barre area...After I tucked Doug and Lorraine into bed for the night I settled down with a novel until I dozed off. "Your husband fell asleep while driving and he is dead." ...
My body moved among the mourners passing from one sympathetic embrace to another. My ears registered sounds of sobbing, voices of shock and condolence, my daughter's cry of protest, my son's innocent question "Where is daddy?" and my own quivering response "He's in heaven."
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
this is a section of chapter 4: High School Tales
I noticed that my body was a problem in seventh grade gym class at South Williamsport High School. This foreign land called high school held many new experiences but gym class was the most awkward. When I stepped into the girls' locker room, I entered an area of cold, grey cinder block walls, grey cement floor, blinding naked fluorescent bulbs hanging from high ceilings, dark green metal lockers and cold, narrow benches. I briefly thought that this must be like prison as I rushed to meet the demands of the instructor barking out orders, "get into that gym suit now! Be out on the gym floor immediately." She snapped her orders with the authority of a head warden. We all undressed quickly out of skirts, blouses and loafers and donned our shapeless, blue cotton suits and white sneakers while jamming clothing, books and purses into the nearby lockers as ordered.
I noticed that my body was a problem in seventh grade gym class at South Williamsport High School. This foreign land called high school held many new experiences but gym class was the most awkward. When I stepped into the girls' locker room, I entered an area of cold, grey cinder block walls, grey cement floor, blinding naked fluorescent bulbs hanging from high ceilings, dark green metal lockers and cold, narrow benches. I briefly thought that this must be like prison as I rushed to meet the demands of the instructor barking out orders, "get into that gym suit now! Be out on the gym floor immediately." She snapped her orders with the authority of a head warden. We all undressed quickly out of skirts, blouses and loafers and donned our shapeless, blue cotton suits and white sneakers while jamming clothing, books and purses into the nearby lockers as ordered.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
sorry I missed last week; busy with putting finishing touches on manuscript. sent it off to publisher last night but will wait to hear that moving to next step that will configure book into paperback size. wow, learning all about the business end of being an author.
there is a section of Chapter 1: "Sarah, the neighbor hood matriarch, lived across the street from our home. There neighorhood women and children gathered around her kitchen table to help prepare meals for her large family while drinking warm coffee and filling Sarah's entire home with chatter.
Sarah was a soft, gentle woman. Her softness was her size,too. She had a full figure clad in housedresses and aprons. When I hugged her, I felt her softness and warmth, unlike Mom's body that was always restricted with a girdle stiffness around her middle. Sarah's belly and chest were unrestrained. No false imressions and no make up; Sarah's only powder was flour smudged on her cheeks or nose from her daily kitchen chores."
there is a section of Chapter 1: "Sarah, the neighbor hood matriarch, lived across the street from our home. There neighorhood women and children gathered around her kitchen table to help prepare meals for her large family while drinking warm coffee and filling Sarah's entire home with chatter.
Sarah was a soft, gentle woman. Her softness was her size,too. She had a full figure clad in housedresses and aprons. When I hugged her, I felt her softness and warmth, unlike Mom's body that was always restricted with a girdle stiffness around her middle. Sarah's belly and chest were unrestrained. No false imressions and no make up; Sarah's only powder was flour smudged on her cheeks or nose from her daily kitchen chores."
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