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What scares you, my friends?

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yes, folks, that’s really me on the left. In my true form.

With Halloween arriving tomorrow, people are focusing their efforts on creating fear. It’s a strange way to begin a season that ends with the wonder and peacefulness of Christmas. And I’ve often wondered why we put ourselves through this effort to create bedlam and gore. I’ve come up with this personal theory: we love the feeling we get when we realize: it’s not real. That blood spouting from TV’s Roseanne when she put her hand “down the disposal” is fake; the ghost traveling from tree to tree is a bed sheet on a string; the hatchet buried in the 10-year’s old’s head is rubber. Thank goodness!

What we need to do―to celebrate this holiday in a manner true to its purpose―is to spend some time dwelling on what really does scare us. So turn off the lights, strike a match on a few black candles and gather around. Here’s my list:

  • I’m morphing into my mother. For those of you who have met my mom, you’re wondering why I wouldn’t want to be this lovely woman. But, she’s my I’m frightened that I will contract every ailment that has ever affected her all at once, and I’m sure I will inherit every personality quirk that irritates me as her daughter.
  • I have to get on that square, flat box on my kitchen floor that absolutely terrifies me. That thing has the ability to make or break a good mood and holds an evil, vile power over me. It’s called: the scale.
  • My daughter is going to wake up one day and become the zombie teenager she never was. Somehow she missed the “I hate you” stage and is nearly out of her teens. I’m certain she’s scheming to make up for it in her twenties.
  • My husband will fall in love with golf. Somehow RJ escaped the Stepford Husband syndrome of loving every sport ever created to enable men to try to kill each other. That must mean that I’ll come home one day and find a rousing game of golf on the tube.

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    and that’s my hubby in the background, lurking

  • Ebola will find its way to Washington, D.C. after killing off half the population on its way. I’m not really scared of Ebola, folks. But I wouldn’t want to disappoint the media or not include the word “Ebola” in my blog tags this week.

OK, so none of these horrific things has anything to do with writing. But how is this for terror?

  • I’m going to go broke as well as crazy. Writing a book is a wonderful, awesome experience but such a small part of what you do as an author. When you walk into a book event, you face the possibility that not a single person will approach your table or care who you are.

Or maybe:

  • I’m going to make it really big as a writer. I also wonder what would happen if I became that successful author. Mom and I have forced ourselves to learn how to speak to audiences—a scary experience. We’ve even been interviewed on television. But what happens when Oprah takes notice and I have to face the real camera lights?

I guess I’ll face that terrifying event when it occurs!

 

Genilee Swope Parente

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on October 30, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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For Judy, Jessie, Elvis … and Lucas

Only a few things have the power to wipe away the heavy burdens of everyday life. One of them is the start of a new life.

You can be surfing away on your own cresting bouts of depression, bouts most of us help along by letting our troubles compile and lump together so that even though each trouble by itself is small, we’ve built a really good wave of self-pity to ride. Then wham: one of your close friends texts you a picture of her new grandchild born only minutes earlier, and you fall laughing into the water.

I say I have two “happiest days of my life.” The first was the day I wed. The second was the day the doctors showed RJ and I the first picture of our daughter: a sonogram. Up until that day, Christina had just been a concept—something happening to my body and to the emotions of my husband and me. When I gazed down and saw a picture of her tiny body, I realized that we’d started a new life and, just like the day I wed, the world of possibilities had just become enormous. Here was a new being who was a product of love; but already her own person. She proved the point the very day she was born when, bucking the trends, she lifted her head on her own. The nurse placed her on my stomach and she raised up her head as if to get a better look at the woman and the man who had been talking to her for nine straight months. That simple act opened up a new chamber in my heart; a new pathway in my brain. I knew right then and there that I would be dealing with and loving forever the little person on my stomach.

Life is sometimes very hard, always challenging, filled with speed bumps, potholes, crash barriers, nails and tacks and the occasional chasm. The birth of a new person can lift you right up like a helicopter and let you sail over it all to your true destination: joy. It gets you there so quickly, you don’t even remember wanting to be happy or content in the first place.

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Judy welcomes Lucas into the world

We waste so much time lamenting the challenges that reality presents. We forget that one of those realities is that there are still events, such as birth, that give us a gift―a treasure that is beyond comprehension in its worth: a new person to love.

Genilee Swope Parente

 
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Posted by on October 22, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Summer Spotlight: Renee Johnson

Summer Spotlight: Renee Johnson.

 
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Posted by on October 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Shopping for an escape

Because I’m a senior and I cannot drive, I’ve had to find other ways to get out. I watch a lot of television, and in the last few years, I’ve done most of my shopping with QVC. I don’t mean to be a commercial, but I must say I am very happy with most of what I get; once in a while I send something back, but the quality of their goods has been excellent. As with any shopping bag with bookskind of shopping, I have lots of days when I can force myself to be practical and not give in to the many temptations I see.  Then there are those days I like everything I see and finally give in and purchase something.  That’s the kind of day I’m having today.  I vowed I wouldn’t spend any money unless I found a Christmas present; but I gave in and bought something for myself!  It’s practical and something I will really use, but I spent some money when I vowed I wouldn’t.  Such is the life of those who love to shop. Everything looks so good on the models, even the larger ones. Shopping is a way we use our imagination, put those clothes on us and dream.

We do the same thing when we shop for a good book.  We look for the color (which is the cover); we notice the style (the print of the book) and we often seek out the design company or the designer (the author).

When you come across the books Genilee and I have written, you’ll see vivid covers, not bright or gaudy, but rich in color and hinting at what is in the book (the way lace might hint at what’s beneath); the style of our books is appealing (Spectacle has chosen easy to read and large type). As for the designers (us), we are still getting to the point where you might recognize us by name. We hope what you’ll learn to associate with that name is entertaining reading. In no way do we consider what we do coming up with deep, provoking or controversial literature.  We see ourselves as writers of “moments of escape,” which we both have shopped for when we read.  Our books are the kind you love to curl up with in a chair in front of the fireplace to lose yourself fully for a few hours in someone else’s life.

Genilee is working hard at getting the third book polished for the publisher’s last reading, while I am trying to produce book four in the Sam Osborne series. The book Genilee’s immersed in—Fate of the Violet Eyes—sees Sam, our detective, falling in love.  I hope you become as absorbed in the characters of the kidnapper and his victim as I was in writing this book.  Meanwhile, I am almost done writing book four, which includes some suggestions made by audiences in a series of book talks we held at various communities.  I already wrote a fifth book, but I put it aside for a while because it doesn’t satisfy me.  Sometimes you just have to put aside something that bothers you—like that dress or that shirt that’s almost good enough. And when you’re shopping QVC, sometimes you have to send it back for a different one or one that fits better.

We hope, of course, that you come across our engaging Fate series in your shopping and decide to try us on. But in the meantime, let me give you a little exercise we do in our book talks (the same exercise that has resulted in including details from communities where we talk into book four).

I often start a book with just a name, then I begin visualizing details for the character and go on to what actions the person might take and end up formulating plots around those details. I thought I’d give you a new name and see what you come up with. I’m looking for things such as age, appearance, personality, job, desires, motivation—give me anything that comes to mind.  If we get some replies as comments, I’ll share with you what I have come up with myself.

Here goes, close your eyes and visualize this person: CHRISTELLA CORTEZ

Have some fun with it!

F. Sharon Swope

 
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Posted by on October 3, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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