Sadly Hearts on the Road is no longer being published. So if you want a copy you’ll have to hunt one down…
wait until May when the three book set appears at Wal Mart! There are two other books in this set one by Vickie McDonough and the other by Susan Page Davis. All three books are set in Wyoming and share a set of common characters.
Facebook has made some new changes that you might want to consider changing. While I’m sure they thought this would be a fun feature…maybe a way to find your friends and meet them for lunch, instead it opens to the door to your private life to anyone. If you don’t fix this you can have someone knock on your door that maybe you really didn’t want to meet. If not you–then your children.
There are several steps to this process. I want to thank another writer, Bonnie S. Calhoun for easy directions on how to fix this.
There are three steps Facebook launched Facebook Places yesterday. Anyone can find out where you are when you are logged in. It gives the actual address & map location of where you are as you use Facebook. Make sure your kids know.
TO UNDO: go to”Account”, “Account Settings”, “Notifications”, then scroll down to “Places” and uncheck the 2 boxes. Make sure to SAVE changes.
Go to the Privacy tab in My Account. Click “Customize Settings”. At the bottom of the first section, UNCHECK the box “Include me in people here now”. Then at the bottom of the next section there’s a selection for “Friends can check me into places”. Disable that setting.
Then there’s one more. Go back to the main Privacy Settings page. At the bottom of that page on the left there’s Applications and Websites in bold. Click the “edit your settings” link. From there, click on the button next to “Info accessible through your friends”. That opens a box with a checklist. UNCHECK “Places I check into”.
It’s not enough to just disable it on Notifications. That doesn’t remove other peoples’ ability to tell where you are. You have to do all of this to turn it off completely
Bonnie’s book Deadly Accord will be releasing Feb. 2011 sounds like a good one. Here’s some info:
“There’s a fine line between love and hate, so be careful what you pray for.”
Precious Madison has a chip on her shoulder.
Olivia Baldwin is the epitome of that chip.
Bridging the chip will create a bond that can never be broken.
PI Precious Madison is tough, jaded, and judgmental, but are her street smarts enough to save sheltered heiress Olivia Baldwin from her naiveté of the real world?
Ding dong the ogre is dead!
Precious Madison is a P.I that catches cheating husbands.
She’s caught twenty-four in the last six months.
…so what’s one killer?
A young man is murdered, and two women are drawn into the mystery when they assume that the police write it off as a random crime. Unraveling the truth puts their lives at risk when they uncover a high-level crime organization, and another dead body that disappears before they can report it. As the danger escalates, Precious and Olivia, learn to depend on each other for survival.
An African American Private Investigator in the information business and best at thinking “out of the box.”
A Caucasian Computer Forensic Investigator living in the virtual world.
Can two women from opposite worlds but possessing such compatible skills learn to work together…and like it?
I get asked that question all the time. I always say, “Bits and pieces of people I’ve met meld together.” I never say, “Of course, and you’ll be in the next book.”
Many of my heroines have traits that come from the woman in the photo above. My mom.
Don’t you love the photo? She’d hate it. In fact if it weren’t on my computer she would destroy it. I snapped this on the 4th of July –she saw the camera and popped her’s in front of her face so I couldn’t get a close up shot of her.
As I look at it I think I understand. You can’t capture a person in a single photo. The woman in this photo has life story that should have knocked her to the ground unable to move.
Instead she is all about enjoying the life God gave her. She doesn’t put up with whining and feeling sorry for yourself. Okay, she let’s you have a day and then she reminds you that, you have been fearfully and wonderfully made so get up and get going. Enjoy that life.
My mom loves jokes, she loves to tell them, but she always starts laughing before she gets to the punch line. If I hear a good joke I know I have to call her just to hear her laugh.
She’s been through many tough times, lost all of her sons and yet holds tight to her faith.
On the 4th of July she will grab sparklers and twirl with them, write her name and when it goes out ask for more. I think that sums up who she is bright, fun and ready for what God has to offer. I want to be like her. So yes, I use her in my stories only she doesn’t know it, so if you see her please don’t tell her and please don’t tell her she was on my blog!
So who is your ‘secret’ inspiration for your life?
Books are my thing. I love to read more than I love to write. Oliver seems to like books too!
So this summer has brought a few of my favorite authors to my hometown. Of course, I had to go and meet them! Truly I’m not a stalker!
In June I caught up with these authors:
Jim Rubart who wrote the exciting and a bit scary book titled Rooms.
The famous red head Brandilyn Collins who was signing her newest book Deceit: A Novel. Isn’t that a great tittle?
Tosca Lee was there too! Her books are amazing. They really make you think about how the world was started.
Then just a few weeks ago I met and had lunch with Patti Lacy! She is a fascinating person to talk too. She’d just returned from China. I also met someday to be famous S. Hartman another writer who lives close by. I picked up Patti’s An Irishwoman’s Tale and it was riveting! You could feel the tension and pull of Mary trying to decide if she belonged in America or Ireland. I learned quite a bit about Ireland that I wasn’t aware of that helped me make sense of my own background.
What the Bayou Saw: A Novel is also an excellent read. And if you look closely at my bookshelf with Oliver you’ll see her book on one of my ‘keeper” shelves.
All of these authors write in different genres and each of their books have been able to take me places I haven’t been.
I opened the front door last week and this little bit was sitting on my porch. He looked to be about 6, maybe 7 weeks old. He was weak, and his eyes were a muddy brown.
I already have a cat, named Wendell. He arrived the same way this little guy did. Someone dumped him out in our yard and left him.
Did Ollie come from the same place Wendell did four years ago? Who knows?
What I do know is: if you have an animal please get it nurtured or spayed. Please don’t count on others taking in the animals you can’t afford to feed and take to the vet. If you have a friend or a parent who needs help getting their animal fixed, please help them monetarily. We found a place several towns north of here, it will be a pain to drive the distance, but the cost is much cheaper. You just have to call places, start with the no-kill shelters and they’ll be happy to tell you where to take your animals.
I really wanted to get a puppy. I’ve been working on my husband for a year on that issue. I was so close to getting one, then this kitty came to our house. We can’t afford three animals.
We did take Ollie to a no-kill shelter, turns out they were having a 2 for 1 sale because there are so many kittens and no available homes. They did say they would take little Ollie, however we couldn’t leave him, not with the thought no one would adopt him.
So now Wendell has a playmate–can’t say he is enjoying the new kitty, but we are!
It’s July and I’ve pulled a lot of weeds, touched a worm (yuck) and enjoyed radishes, lettuce and herbs from MY garden! The radishes are all gone now, but in the fall I’ll replant them. They were in the planted where there is only dirt now.
It’s a small garden and I am learning! I used to grow many of these plants in pots on the back patio. They received minimal sunlight so they didn’t grow very tall.
Sunlight does some pretty amazing things. My tomato plants are huge, trying to sprawl out from their cages and they are hovering over my lavender and daises.
Next year, I’ll know how big they get and plant a bit differently. Those tomatoes are even coveting the space where my green peppers are planted!
And basil oh my, how pretty and big! I think I’m going to learn how to make pesto.
I can’t wait for this one to turn red. BLT sandwiches on gluten-free bread of course. YUM!
OH! My hand is not sunburned, I’m not sure why the camera thinks that it is.
If you look close you can see the feathery leaves of my asparagus plant. I didn’t know they were going to get tall either! Two more years and I can harvest them. I’m looking forward to that. Nothing tastes as good as fresh asparagus with prosciutto ( I hope I spelled that right and it isn’t some kind of medical aliment!) wrapped around it and lightly grilled.
I’ve been nowhere and everywhere. I didn’t have an internet connection for quite some time so no posting for me. So I read a lot of good books and traveled to different time periods, look for a review on A Tailor-Maid Bride by Karen Witemeyer sometime soon and a few more.
I’ve been painting and taking down wallpaper so now I also get to travel to a chiropractor 3x’s a week. Some of those projects may show up on my blog soon.
But the most fun I had this weekend was reuniting with four of my long lost friends. I moved to Gray Summit in 2nd grade and there I met Luanne, Debbie and Brenda, later Terry moved into our neighborhood and we all became good friends. Then we graduated and lost each other, until facebook. We reconnected and were able to meet in Eureka for breakfast.
I (and they) are fortunate to have such good memories of growing up together, merging in hallways between classes to pass notes to each other and a subdivision we could prowl the streets together without fear. I’m discovering from others they would rather jump from a plane without a parachute than to have breakfast with people from their high school. I am sad for them.
I am sad for my children who went to such a large high school they lost contact with their peers from elementary school. I hope someday they reconnect with them.
Would you like to see your high school friends or are you one of those willing to jump from the plane?
American football coach (Born Glenn Scobey Warner)
painted by Andrew Brandmeyer
My son won second place in the art show this weekend. I’m proud of what he can do with paint, but there is so much more about him that makes me feel that way.
Andy has taught me that sticking to something you love and practicing it over and over again will bring you results. Big results. When he was small it was soccer and hours of practice in the backyard, then gymnastics–my house is still recovering, followed by guitar. He put several bands together and wrote music that made it on to cds that were sold in the bookstore. Then he found his true love, art.
Soon he’ll be teaching a class this summer at the university. I wish I could take it. I asked him at the art show what made a certain piece art versus something anyone could do. He took the time to explain the different aspects and what to look for, color theory, marks made by the brushes, the amount of paint used are just a few of the things that make something worth the money. Then he said, “Then it comes down to if you like it enough to buy it.”
I tend to give up and try something new, not Andy. Once he decides to do something he throws himself into the learning process and he doesn’t come up for air until he’s mastered it.
I’m learning to follow his example and last year I did nothing but learn about writing and it helped. My writing has improved, though not my spelling!
I love that I learn from my kids. What have you learned from your’s if you have some?
* more about the painting. It’s mixed media, painted on hinged hollow core doors and it’s about 4 x 6 foot!
My son, the artist painted this! I love still life. I can stare at this for hours. (yes, it is crooked on my wall. I have to fix that!) I love the simple and yet complexity of this painting. Right now I see the representation of my old life (the brown square,) old dirty bottles now standing in white on white –translation (for me-not the artist) is being clothed in new clothing and standing in the presence of God and Jesus, leaving the old stuff behind and becoming new.
That probably sounds a bit disjointed, but it’s early in the morning and nothing comes out of mind quite right until noon. Thank you Andy, I love my gift.
HOWIt’s almost my birthday and I and my friend (the one with the sunglasses) have finished our book. Sort of…we are still doing edits. It was also opening day for the Cardinals.
My other friend (in tomato red shirt) is great at getting us out of our routines to go play. We decided a day at the zoo would be fun. We arrived before the field trip buses. Phil, the gorilla has been a part of the St. Louis Zoo since I was a kid, except he was alive then! He used to splash the park visitors with water.. Everyone wanted to visit Phil when they went to the Zoo. The weather was astounding, warm and sunny a perfect day to be outdoors.
We were splashed by a penguin, rode a merry-go-round with the excitement of kindergartners, and marveled at God’s creativity when He made zebras…
and paints the faces of little guys like this! So what do you do with your friends to celebrate big events or just to have fun with friends?