I am happy to introduce fellow Wisconsinite and author, Brenda Marie Webb. Last year Brenda and I connected on Instagram, and I bought and read her book, A Thousand Mothers. Brenda is a self-proclaimed history nerd and a member of the Historical Novel Society. She lives in Wisconsin with her husband, 2 crazy rescue dogs, and a lot of cats.
Tomorrow I am podcasting about my imagination process when I write, so I wanted to link a similar theme here on my blog. My interview with Sarah Letourneau in my post last week inspired me to write a poem about imagination and crafting characters for a story . . .
Valentine’s Day approaches, and I thought I would do a Valentine’s special blog post. ‘Tis the season of love. Of flowers and chocolate, wine and kisses. Just what does this time of year mean?
I am excited to share the prologue of my upcoming historical fiction book, Silver Moon with you! At the core Silver Moon is a tale of courage and hope during the darkest of times. I set Silver Moon during WWI from three male characters’ perspectives and their counterparts at home.
Art and life require a matter of perspective. You can’t make sense of what you see until you take into account the scope of what’s around you.
Mom has been gone twenty years. A lost battle with leukemia. I like this picture of her in California, young and so full of life.
In a world where we can use our imaginations for so many things and in so many ways, let’s choose to use it to help create a better world. That’s why I write.
The song, Joy to the World, one of my favorite Christmas hymns, commands that “every heart prepare Him room.” This hymn talks about singing with joy, experiencing joy, and making room in our hearts for the One who will give us true joy. The simple notion that we must prepare a place made me think and ask: “How do I prepare Him room?”
In my effort to post about what I am thankful for each day this month, I continue the journey on my blog today. It has been rewarding, eye-opening, and a blessing to focus every morning on giving thanks. In my imagination, I feel as if I am building a thankful shelter where I can run to when a rough day comes. I can remind myself, “See what you have to be thankful for” when I am tempted to complain.
Basically, thankfulness boils down to a choice, a decision to count your blessings instead of the pain. When you make a conscious effort to be grateful, sometimes even the pain becomes a blessing.