#RRBC Spotlight Author, Gracie Bradford

Hello, bloggers!

I am pleased to welcome this month’s RRBC Spotlight Author, Gracie Bradford


DO YOU LOVE WRITING BUT HATE SELLING?

Me too. Indie authors must be a jack of all trade. Like it or not, indie authors are entrepreneurs. Your book is a product. Your marketing is a service. Who has time to write and sell? Most authors prefer to write and leave the selling to someone else. Is it necessary to be hands-on in the selling process? As a businesswoman, I say absolutely.  It takes far less time to write than to sell. Once the book publishes, the most difficult challenge begins.

THREE WAYS TO GET PEOPLE TO BUY MORE FROM YOU

BUILD RELATIONSHIPS AND YOUR PLATFORM FIRST TO BRAND “YOU” NOT THE PRODUCT, “YOUR BOOK”

Increase your followers to get more honest and positive reviews – strive for more than 100 reviews the first month of launch.

Entice your followers with topics of interest to return to your point of sale – strive to build your email list to 5000 or more followers.

Join an active book club to help promote books.

Become involved with community professional and social groups – Be seen as an influencer or contributor.

Build networks through educational conferences, webinars, seminars, critique groups, etc.

BE YOU!!!

BECOME COMPUTER SAVVY

Spend time improving your Search Engine Optimization (SEO) to drive traffic to your point of sales.

Leverage the power of social media (Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn, Website).

Stay on top of analytics by analyzing visitor’ patterns and time on sites.

When books first launch, try to get up to 1000 copies sold within the first few days (giveaways, free copies, gift with purchase, contract with libraries and bookstores) to move up on book sellers engaging elements of their site.

Keywords, categories, and hashtags must match your brand and audience to increase visibility.

 

EFFECTIVELY MANAGE TIME

Respond to your followers – stay engaged to maintain your buyers – install an autoresponder as your assistant.

Design and be ready to launch your FREE enticer on the same day of book launch- a freelancer is helpful in this area.

Develop an airtight marketing plan – carve out time and be consistent in implementation.

Develop an alluring pre-order interaction ahead of the game.

Hire reasonable cost subject matter experts in areas that you can delegate to someone else.


Book Excerpt

June, who was a ten-year-old feisty girl beyond her years, creates imaginary friends because she gets lonely in her isolation room at the cancer center. June explains to Chemo and Rad, her imaginary friends, her understanding of what is happening with her.

Chapter 9

  “The doctor told us that her goal was to shrink the size of the mass in my head, which was pushing against an area that controlled some of my mental and physical functions while at the same time reduce side effects and maintain my quality of life during and after treatments. She said that surgery was not an option that she wanted to take at this time. I was so glad to hear that they were not going to shave my hair off and cut my head open.

   She explained that they would not cut open my head, but they would have to insert a plastic tube called a “shunt” to drain fluid from my brain and have it flow to another site for ease of elimination from my body. My mom did not want to hear this unsettling news. Frankly, neither did I.

   The doctor told us that she and a radiation oncologist would determine the best drug for me. The drugs would be very potent ones (chemotherapy), which would run through my IV tube for a defined period in an attempt to destroy the bad cells. Then she would check my vitals after the first round of treatment to see if the mass in my brain was getting smaller. She explained that the chemotherapy treatments as a whole could last up to six months. The side effects might be unbearable sometimes. Sometimes the therapy might make me sicker than I was when I first came to the hospital.

   I interrupted her to remind her that I was only ten years old and told her she was frightening my brother. I noticed he looked like he was turning green. But the real reason I reminded her of my age was that she had scared me out of my mind.

   I looked at my parents and thought that my mom might pass out at any moment but noticed a smirk on my stepfather’s face. I looked over at G-Mom. She was the only one who seemed to be holding it together. I expected G-Mom to question the doctor in many ways to get everyone to grasp how serious this was and how long it would take to see results. In a kind and compassionate way, my grandmother grilled the doctor like a drill sergeant!” My doctor gradually realized that G-Mom was the stabilizing force in the family as well as very knowledgeable in medical terms. The doctor would frequently turn to my grandmother, seeking assurance that she was doing well explaining to the rest of the family and me. My doctor did not want to frighten my brother or me, but she felt we needed to understand the journey we were about to go on. I knew it would not be like the trip we had six months ago. I also knew that G-Mom would insist that I keep notes in my journal about my illness just as she did on our trips. I could not tell G-Mom that I had forgotten how to write.”

Expect to see the 3rd book of the Lady Bird series late 2018 addressing Autism.

You can pick up a copy of Gracie’s book at http://amzn.to/2gfLCEJ.

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Blog: www.free1592.wordpress.com
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Until next time……………………………… Love & Blessings!!

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#RRBC Spotlight Author, @VashtiQV

Good morning, bloggers!!

I am so pleased to welcome the first RRBC “SPOTLIGHT” AUTHOR of 2018… Vashti Quiroz-Vega, Author of THE FALL OF LILITH. Please help me in supporting her today, this week during her blog tour, and all month as the Spotlight is shined on her.


The Fall of Lilith, The Writer Next Door, Vashti Q, Poetry, Haiku_Friday, excerpt, novel

Illustration by Luis Royo

When Lilith arrived at the tree, she marveled at its brilliance. She coiled her tail around its base, slid to a branch, and plucked one of its blushing fruit. She stared at it, but hesitated to put it in her mouth, recalling what happened when she bit into the fruit from the other tree.

The fruit was like none she had ever seen, draped in shiny reddish-gold. It was cold and smooth in her hand. She placed her mouth over it and sank her bloodstained teeth into its crisp, delicious flesh. The fruit squirted its sweet, succulent juice into her mouth. Its scent swathed her like a dip in a pool of warm water, conjuring images of Heaven’s light and bathing in the River of Life. The aroma was bright, cheerful, and more fragrant than any flower in Heaven’s Triumph Gardens.

Upon finishing the magnificent fruit, she began to undergo a transformation. She grew stronger, full of energy and vitality. The eyes on her wings gained the power of sight, having been of no use in the past. Now she saw in every direction at once, except directly behind her. The feathers in her wings became lustrous and able to withstand extreme temperatures. The inner frame of her wings became stronger, capable of enduring powerful impacts. Her tail grew longer and robust. The colors of her lower half were alluring and intense. She knew she was becoming godlike.

Blinding flashes of lightning sliced through the sky. Thunder, which followed closely, shook the ground. As the wind grew stronger, the numerous trees in the Garden began to disintegrate one by one. The dust left behind by the crumbling trees blew to and fro in the increasing wind. Flowers and greeneries no longer crooned melodies. The vegetation wailed and screeched as it ceased to exist.

Lilith scanned her surroundings. The colors of the Garden were gone, and only dreariness remained as it all turned to sand. She released the Tree of Life and leapt to the ground before it, too, dissolved. She lifted her eyes to the sky, now an ominous dark gray. A jagged bolt of lightning struck nearby; she screamed. Overhead thunder continued to rumble, boom, and clash. She jumped as her hands flew to cover her ears. She slithered ahead, leaning into the wind. Dirt and debris whizzed by her, whipping her face and body. She pressed her eyelids together against the sting of the violent wind. A heavy, humid smell spread through the air. The Garden of Eden was in turmoil. If she did not exit soon, she would suffer the wrath of God.

She flapped her wings. Thick, turbulent winds attacked her from every direction, making it difficult for her to take flight. Beating her powerful wings faster she lifted herself off the ground. She moved through the dense, forceful atmosphere, and finally escaped. Had she not eaten from the Tree of Life and gained supernatural powers, she would have perished. Once more, she headed to the cover of the forest. She settled on the tallest tree where she could overlook the destruction of paradise.

The wind grew stronger

Garden trees turned to grey dust

Eden’s colors blown

Flowers no longer sang, but

wailed as they ceased to exist

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VASHTI

Vashti Quiroz-Vega is a writer of fantasy, horror, and suspense/thriller. When she isn’t creating extraordinary worlds or fleshing out powerful characters, she enjoys reading, traveling, kayaking, photography, and seeking adventures. She lives in Florida with her husband and fur baby, a Pomeranian named Scribbles (who’s also her writing buddy).

Twitter – @VashtiQV

Facebook – http://on.fb.me/1g0da7d

Website – http://vashtiqvega.wordpress.com

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FALLTHE FALL OF LILITH  

In The Fall of Lilith, Vashti Quiroz-Vega crafts an irresistible new take on heaven and hell that boldly lays bare the passionate, conflicted natures of God’s first creations: the resplendent celestial beings known as angels. 

If you think you know their story, think again.

Endowed with every gift of mind, body, and spirit, the angels reside in a paradise bounded by divine laws, chief of which are obedience to God, and celibacy. In all other things, the angels possess free will, that they may add in their own unique ways to God’s unfolding plan.

Lilith, most exquisite of angels, finds the rules arbitrary and stifling. She yearns to follow no plan but her own: a plan that leads to the throne now occupied by God himself. With clever words and forbidden caresses, Lilith sows discontent among the angels. Soon the virus of rebellion has spread to the greatest of them all: Lucifer.

Now, as angel is pitted against angel, old loyalties are betrayed and friendships broken. Lust, envy, pride, and ambition arise to shake the foundations of heaven . . . and beyond. For what begins as a war in paradise invades God’s newest creation, a planet known as Earth. It is there, in the garden called Eden, that Lilith, Lucifer, and the other rebel angels will seek a final desperate victory—or a venomous revenge.


 

 

Thank you so much for visiting with us today. I encourage you to follow along with the rest of Vashti’s blog tour, as well as the rest of her exciting “SPOTLIGHT” Author month!!

Until next time……………………… Love & Blessings!!

#RRBC Spotlight Author, Jennifer Hinsman – @JennyHinsman1

Hello, bloggers!

Today begins another exciting “SPOTLIGHT” AUTHOR month at RRBC! I am pleased to be hosting our October SA, Jennifer Hinsman.


Since the month of October is the month of Halloween, I thought it would be fun to share a poem I wrote.  It’s fun to play with words and rhyme.  One of my favorite books is Oh, The Places You Will Go by Dr. Suess, the rhythm and words are so fun to read, I could read it out loud over and over again!

Enjoy my poem and enjoy October!

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Jenny graduated from the University of Colorado at Boulder with a degree in business. She currently resides in Michigan with her husband, two sons, a furry son (pet dog) and a furry daughter (pet cat). Jenny is an avid reader and loves to escape with a great book. She is a huge animal lover and supports rescue organizations that help save all kinds of four-legged family members and more. All of her family pets have been rescues.

Twitter – @JennyHinsman1

Facebook – @SoulsANovel

Website – hinsmanj.wordpress.com

Amazon – amazon.com/author/jennyhinsman

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Angel of Death
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Thanks so much for joining us!! Please continue supporting Jennifer during her entire month in the Spotlight by visiting the RRBC site.

Until next time………………………… Stay Creative!!

#RRBC Spotlight Author, @NatalieDucey

Hello, bloggers!!

I am thrilled to welcome to my blog #RRBC Spotlight Author, Natalie Ducey!!

Natalie is a wonderful member of Rave Reviews Book Club. Super supportive, always encouraging, and ever inspiring. Her words will lift you up, make you think, and brighten your day. She is an author you do not want to miss, one that I highly recommend!


Thank you for joining me on this seventh and final day of the “Spotlight” tour. It’s been an incredible journey for which I’m most grateful.

Cheers to all!

Author Picture Natalie Ducey

Today, I’d love to share another poem from The Heart’s Lullaby.

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In celebration of my “Spotlight” tour, I’m delighted to say The Heart’s Lullaby is currently available for .99 cents!

The Heart's Lullaby Book Cover

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About Natalie

With a BA in Psychology, Natalie has worked in the Counselling field for 15 years. Through her work and personal journey, she has witnessed the remarkable power of the human spirit. Now, as an author and poet, she is passionate about stories that touch the heart and awaken the soul. Through words, she aspires to offer solace and hope, love and understanding. Natalie is the Co-owner and Writer of Peace by Piece Puzzles. She is the Owner/Writer/Designer of Whispers of the Heart (printable art/poetry/verse). She was born and raised in beautiful Newfoundland, Canada, with her two brothers and twin sister. She now resides in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a Soldier in the Canadian Armed Forces, and their little dog, Bella. She loves kayaking and the freedom and serenity of being one with water. She is an avid reader, passionate writer, and seeker of tranquility along life’s mystifying journey.

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You can connect with Natalie on:

Website/Blog

Facebook

Twitter

Pinterest

Author Page

Google +

GoodReads Author Page

LinkedIn


Thank you so much for visiting with us today. Please help me in showing this awesome lady some support with likes, shares, and comments. You can also check out the other stops on her blog tour, as well as the remainder of her exciting SPOTLIGHT month!!

Until next time…………………………………Stay Creative!!

WATCH “RWISA” WRITE Showcase Tour – @fredsdiary1981

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Introducing Robert Fear…

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The Fight by Robert Fear

Es Cana, Ibiza, Spain – August 1977

Jose took an immediate dislike to me.

He worked as a waiter at the Panorama hotel near the seafront. I had been there to see Diane, an English girl I met while at work in Grannies Bar. Petite and with short blond hair, she had a delightful personality. She was also a real head-turner.

Diane came to Ibiza on a two-week holiday with her friend, Elaine. It felt fantastic she wanted to spend time with me, but Jose thought his role was to be her protector. He glared at me every time he saw us together

Towards the end of her holiday, Diane spent a night with me and I didn’t get her back to the hotel until breakfast time. Jose was on duty and spotted us outside as we kissed. That just made things worse.

After Diane left for home, things deteriorated. The next Friday evening, as I walked to work, Jose headed towards me with a group of Spanish lads. Their intentions were obvious as they stared, raised their fists and shouted at me across the street.

Before they could catch me I escaped down the steps and into Grannies Bar. Their taunts still rang in my ears as I headed for safety.

Friday nights were always manic. Eager drinkers packed the outside terrace after a day in the sun. A queue of customers had already formed as I dived behind the bar to help serve them.

Four of us; Mick, Pat, Graham and myself, worked that evening shift. Pat was half cut and spent most of the evening with her friends. Mick’s mood was not good as a result, but the three of us got stuck in and served the eager punters.

After six weeks at Grannies, I knew the routine. We served drinks and collected pesetas in quick succession. Spirits were easier to serve than at home. Two ice cubes got thrown into a glass and the vodka, gin or brandy poured until the ice floated. Then the mixer was added.

We could drink behind the bar, provided we remained sober enough to serve. Pat loved her gin and tonics and often wasn’t! Mick, Graham and I had regular supplies of vodka and orange but remained level headed as we rushed around serving eager customers.

Willing female hands often helped out. They collected glasses and washed them up in the sink at the end of the bar. As a reward, they had drinks bought for them and got the chance to pull Graham, myself or even Mick on occasions.

Work finished at 3 am. We headed to El Cortijo for another drink and a dance. A group of Spanish lads hung around near the entrance, but I thought nothing of it. Only later did I found out they were Jose’s friends.

The disco pulsed and the dance floor heaved. Lights from the ‘disco ball’ flashed around scantily clad bodies as they cavorted to the sounds of Abba, Rod Stewart and Status Quo. We caught John’s attention, and he passed us a bottle of San Miguel each.

Graham and Mick met up with two girls they had chatted up in Grannies earlier. Pat had gone back to their villa with her friends so Mick was free for the night. Propped at the bar I sipped my beer and relaxed after a hard night’s work.

By instinct, I spun round to find Jose stood behind me. He glared at me and mouthed something. The music drowned out his words. Jose beckoned for me to come with him. Even though it was obvious he wanted a fight, I went. By the time I got outside it was too late.

My fighting skills were minimal. I had been the object of bullying at school. One lad taunted me with the repeated chant, ‘Freddy’s got a rudimentary organ’, while in the showers. This hurt me and screwed with my teenage sensibilities. I tried to avoid the shower room when he was there.

Two other lads pushed me around and sometimes thumped me. They wanted money, but I had none to give them. One time I gave in to their pressure and stole books for them from a sales exhibition held in the school hall. I never thought of fighting back. I did not know how!

Now I stood on the dusty wasteland twenty yards away from the front entrance of El Cortijo. Jose faced me, surrounded by his group of friends. The atmosphere was menacing and none of my friends were even aware what had happened.

‘So, you silly man, what you say?’ screamed Jose in broken English as he edged towards me.

‘What did I do wrong?’ I retorted.

I sweated in the heat of the August night and he must have sensed my fear.

‘You took girlfriend, English scum.’

‘No I didn’t. Diane wanted to be with me you arrogant pig.’

I amazed myself with that response. The drink from earlier in the evening gave me a false sense of courage. Things were dire and soon became worse.

Jose swung his right fist toward my head. I ducked and there was a whoosh of air as he missed.

He turned round and aimed another punch at me. This time he connected and his fist crunched into my jaw. I reeled backwards. Maybe I should have just gone to ground and admitted defeat. This time I fought back.

Well, fought might be too strong a word for it! I stumbled forward and made a dive for his midriff. Jose grabbed me by my shoulders and flung me to the ground.

I spat out a mouthful of dust before I tried to get back up. Then I saw the flying feet of Jose and his mates. It became obvious they wanted to give me a severe beating.

In defence I rolled into as tight a ball as possible with my hands wrapped around my head. The kicks and punches continued and my senses faded as protection against the pain.

Then it stopped. Shouts came from the front door of the disco and the Spanish lads scattered. John, Alan and two others screamed at the top of their voices to get them away from me. A German girl on her way to the disco had seen the scuffle and dived into El Cortijo to get help.

Worried faces peered at me as I uncurled myself. Although bruised and battered there were no broken bones. I hauled myself to my feet. With support from my rescuers, I struggled back to the disco for another drink.

An uneasy truce existed between Jose and me for the rest of the summer.

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robert fear

Bio:

Born in Leicester in 1955, Robert’s family moved to Surrey when he was 11. He was educated at Reigate Grammar School. After this he worked in a bank in the city for several years before getting the travel bug. Fred, a nickname he got at school, stuck throughout his travels and has remained with him to this day. His travels took him to Ibiza for the summer of 1977, hitch-hiking around Europe in 1978 and the USA and Canada in 1979. During this time he also settled and worked in Germany. Fred’s Diary 1981 was written during the 158 days he spent travelling around Asia. 

These days Robert is happily settled in Eastbourne, East Sussex where he lives with his wife and three cats. He works as a software consultant and has been able to combine work with some travel during the past fifteen years, having visited countries as far apart as Australia, Singapore, Ghana and Suriname.

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WATCH “RWISA” WRITE Showcase Tour – @NonnieJules

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From one of her upcoming releases, Nonnie Jules presents…PRISON WIVES.

I am an unlikely character to tell these stories, but, I do know that each day that we are blessed to open our eyes, we never know what surprises, good or bad, that day will bring. No matter how much and how well we plan, the universe always steps in to show us just how much, we are not as in control of things as we thought we were.

These are real stories of moms, wives, spouses…those significant others who are left behind; those innocent, and maybe even not-so-innocents, who are left to pick up all the pieces that are shattered when their husbands walk out the door and don’t return in the time frame in which they are expected to.

No, he didn’t run off with another woman…he was apprehended somewhere between here and there by a law enforcement officer, and, for whatever reason, he’s now being held behind bars…property of the city until the state steps in to claim ownership. And, although these men are the ones incarcerated, it is the entire family that serves the time.

These are not sob stories to drum up sympathy for the accused. But, this book will serve as a doorway into an open dialogue, so that we are all aware of just how much children suffer when their dads are taken away.

These stories are but small ways to shine light on the effects of imprisoning low-level offenders for long periods of time, ripping them from their children’s lives, and the negative imprints left behind. This is a plea for reform of a justice system that will quickly parole a drug dealer, murderer, rapist or child molester, who will more than likely repeat-offend, yet hangs on to low-level offenders who may have made a one-time mistake or even worse, was forced to take a plea for a crime which he is innocent of, simply because he was too poor and couldn’t afford top-of-the-line defense. We do know that this happens, don’t we?

Lastly, this is so that we don’t forget those that are forced to soldier up and walk into battle each and every day, standing on the front lines of a war that they have been shielded from for far too long. These soldiers fight daily just to keep a roof over the heads, food in the mouths, and hope in the spirits of the children who are also being penalized in this war.

These are the stories of PRISON WIVES.

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CHAPTER ONE – SAMMIE

Sammie was so excited about their upcoming road trip. Not for the travel element, but, because their son Jeremy, was about to lead his team to another high school championship for a third straight year. Jeremy was a senior and also big man on campus, as Rozdale High’s, 6’3, All-American Quarterback. The one drawback to Sammie’s excitement, was they had to travel cross country to play. Sammie hated to travel, she also hated to fly, so road trips were always the name of the game for her family. This year, she was especially apprehensive about their road trip and yet, she had no idea why.

The drive would take them 21 hours and 32 min to reach their destination of Clearwater, FL. from Lubbock, TX. And, since Jeremy had to be there on Friday, this would mean a full day and a half of travel prior to. Sammie, mother of three daughters and one son, knew that her husband Josh had a suspended driver’s license, yet, he would have to share the drive time with her anyway.  This was not an option as none of their children were of legal driving age, and Jeremy, the oldest, would not get his license until he turned 18 in the following year.

On that hot July morning as they backed out of their driveway, Sammie sat in the passenger seat and prayed. “Dear Lord, guide my family safely from this place to the next and back again. Return us all safely to our home…together. Amen.” Sammie wasn’t what you’d call a deeply religious woman, but she embraced her spiritual side and she strongly believed in the power of prayer.

The family drove along Interstate 20, then passing through Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, they finally entered into the state of Florida. There were many stops along the way, but it was the last one that they would never forget. With almost seven hours left in their journey, they heard the sounds of a police siren behind them. When Sammie looked over her shoulder from the backseat, which she’d retired to hours before to stretch her legs, her heart sank so low, she could almost hear it hit the floor of the rental van.

Pulling over into the gas station they were headed to for their next potty-break, Sammie’s mind raced wildly. Not only did Josh have a suspended license, but he also had an outstanding warrant back home for a false probation violation, which they were aware of.

“I know I wasn’t speeding, officer,” Josh offered as the policeman approached his door.

“Yes, you were, sir,” the officer responded, surprisingly with a smile. A lie, I thought. “License and registration, please.”

Knowing all too well that it was going to take a miracle to keep him from being arrested right there, Josh, ever-protective of his children and family, asked the officer if they could get out of the van to use the restrooms.  If the worse happened, he didn’t want his children to see him in handcuffs or in the back of a police car. The officer said “Sure,” again, with the same smile on his face.

With his entire family inside, Josh tried to convince the officer to please let him get his family to safety and then he would return home to deal with the issue. His wife had no idea how to make the rest of the long journey without him, he shared.  But, still being kind, the officer said that he just couldn’t do that. He had to take him in.

Sammie’s phone rang from inside the gas station. “He is arresting me,” came Josh’s shaky voice through the phone. Her heart sank again. “You are going to have to make the rest of this trip without me. Sam, you can do it.” His voice quickly changed and now held a firmness to it. He knew he had to appear strong or she would quickly become unraveled.

Tears filled Sammie’s eyes. She’d been married to this man for 15 years and for 15 years he’d taken care of her, done everything for her…made her life so easy. Now, he was telling her she had to continue on this long journey without him. OK, but when they arrived, what then? Josh had shielded her from the real world for so long, she wasn’t sure if she could take a breath without him. But, she had to…for their kids. If she had been alone, she might have given up right then and there.

Sammie stood in the parking lot and watched the officer drive away with her husband in the back seat of the car, while she had asked the kids to stay inside and away from the windows.

When she realized that she wasn’t dreaming, she wiped her tear-stained face with the tissue in her hand. Composed and in brave face, she walked back inside to collect her children, as they were now both her reason and her strength to get them through this long, arduous journey –  a weekend without their father and then back to Texas, safe and sound.

Sammie had no idea how hard it would be once they headed back home five days later with the questions and comments from the kids about their father.  “We can’t leave here without him,” said 8-year-old Vanessa. “How is he going to get home?” asked 12-year-old Maggie.  “Why can’t we just stay here until this is straightened out? It can’t take that long,” added 16-year-old Zandra, the sassy one of the bunch. Sammie was thankful at that moment that Jeremy had chosen to remain silent.  His un-asked question was one less stab to her heart.

Not knowing the severity of the situation, Sammie drove along, oblivious to all those words that could cut deep into her heart. How would she find the words to tell these kids, who had never gone more than 7 hours without seeing the dad they worshipped, that she didn’t know when he’d be coming home again?

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Nonnie

Bio:

 

Hi, my name is NONNIE JULES.  I was born in Texas, although am now, and have been a resident of the great state of Louisiana since I was a toddler, therefore, no one can tag me as a transplant…I am a true child of all things creole and Cajun.

I’ve been writing all my life.  I know, we hear people say that all the time, but with me, ’tis true.  I began to write because I wanted to be apart of that beautiful world of words.

Remember being forced by mom to turn off the lights at 10 PM so you could rest for school the next day?  Remember the flashlight under your bed covers so that you could finish those last few pages of  LITTLE WOMEN by Louisa May Alcott or TOM SAWYER and HUCKLEBERRY FINN?  Yes, I was that girl.  I was so madly in love with the amazing world of words, it’s all I wanted to do!  Literally, all the time!

I remember loving books so much, that each time I would pull one from a library shelf, I would close my eyes and sniff the pages, inhaling the scent of what was once a beautiful, living tree… and it would feel, almost as good as the feeling I get now, when my loving husband wraps his arms around me.  Today, each time I purchase a new book, the first thing I do when I sit down to read, is open it up and sniff the pages.  I fall deeper in love at the performance of this simple ritual.

Poetry was my first love.  I could listen for hours to my mom and her friends swap stories about “life,” and then I would scurry off to my little writing room (which at that time was a mini student desk inside of my closet) to write, in poetic form, about those lives..those stories.  That’s how it all began.

As a young adult, I would find that still, upon hearing stories of the experiences of others, I had to write about them, all in poetic form.  It was my way of sometimes enhancing the beauty of something as miraculous as the birth of a child, as well as turning something as ugly as the abuse of a child, into a positive, moving and uplifting collage of beautifully spun words, meant to inspire and encourage.   If you believe it so, something good can come out of something bad.

The poetry that I write usually stems from the experiences of those around me, those I hear about in the news, or even, in the glow of being mother to my wonderful daughters, I find words for those moments, too.  I hope, that when reading my work, you will enjoy it enough to share it with others…others who might be uplifted by it, who might be touched and encouraged, and others who may find strength in my simple words.

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