Today, (as I explore the island of Maui) I have a guest post from author Terri Tiffany. I met Terri 6 years ago (time sure goes fast) when I was blogging at my other place, Connecting Stories. I’ve always been inspired by Terri’s writing and her tenacity! She’s also an excellent photographer and she picked up guitar around the same time that I purchased my first one! I’d say we were meant to connect. Her first novel, The Mulligan, was lovely and I’m looking forward to reading her latest release, The Bend. Enjoy, my friends.
Ever receive a challenge in the middle of the night?
Two years ago, I opened a fresh document and typed one sentence: “She was perfect.”
My tenth novel. Would this be the one I’d free myself to let go and write the story I wanted to write? Until that time, my novels always carried a hint of people and situations I knew first-hand. I had never pushed myself to write a story from pure imagination.
The Bend became that challenge.
But first I needed a main character with a trait most people don’t have. Since my hobby is photography, I gave Kate Snow that occupation. With a twist. She could see details in her photographs other people couldn’t. Then I needed a place where her gift, curse or blessing, might transform her and those around her. The town of Bend became reality. I also wanted the town to come alive as much as my characters. That’s why I called it The Bend instead of Bend. It’s a place most of us wouldn’t want to spend a night.
Continue reading “Meet Terri”
As I rest away in Maui this week, I have a special guest to fill the page! Meet Joy, a friend and writing comrade who opens her house each month to our Christian writers group, Writers Cafe (and must also say provides the sweetest treats as well my favorite brand of coffee)!
There’s been something niggling to get to the forefront of my mind all week. Something I keep shoving back. It’s a No-I-don’t-want-to-do-that! kind of shove.
But then an email from a friend arrives:
“Have you surrendered your role as _________________ to God? Are you willing to let it go completely and allow that His plan may be different, and not just resign yourself to that, but embrace it with anticipation?”
Rats! Way to bring up the elephant in the room. Now I can’t shove the niggling thought – the conviction from God – away. There it is, staring me right in the face.
God’s plans are not syncing with my plans. And I’m not happy about it!!
Continue reading “Wrestling Surrender-Guest post by Joy”
My heels clicked against the hardwood floor, the only sound in the hushed church. I climbed the three steps onto the alter and positioned myself behind the podium, the microphone on, waiting to expand my soft, low voice.
The words black against the bright screen of my Ipad, I began. Began a speech I never thought I’d be delivering.
It wasn’t in my daily planner, to be delivering the eulogy at my father’s funeral mass last week. That Wednesday.
Life changed in a blink of an eye.
The call came on just the previous Friday, from my eldest sister, provinces away.
And by Saturday morning he had passed at 88 years old. A day later, a four hour flight east with my middle sister takes us there, to where he lives, lived, to gather as a family of five children, spouses, nieces, nephews, and grandchildren.
Honoring a life.
“Boy, did he ever worry about you,” a long-time friend of my dad tells me at the visitation.
I smile. Nod. I know.
I know the dream he had for me.
And what would have made my dad be less fretful, worrisome over me.
And he didn’t get to see it come true.
And that for me is one of the saddest parts of being in the living, while a loved one has passed on. I know what he wanted for me, yet I wasn’t able to give it to him before he passed on.
I think that is the turmoil I feel right now. But not sure. Continue reading “Processing life”