Friday, September 11, 2020

9/11/2001

“Time is passing. Yet, for the United States of America, there will be no forgetting September the 11th. We will remember every rescuer who died in honor. We will remember every family that lives in grief. We will remember the fire and ash, the last phone calls, the funerals of the children.” — George W. Bush


Where were you nineteen years ago?

I was three years old. Too young to know what was happening, but old enough to know that something wasn’t right. 

-2,184 Civilians 

-343 Members of the NYC Fire Department - Firefighters, EMTs, Paramedics 

-71 Law Enforcement officers 

-8 EMTs and Paramedics from private hospital units 


. . . Never saw the sun set on September 11th. 


Another shift, another day,

Nothing seems amiss.

The coffee’s hot, the morning’s young, 

I give my wife a kiss. 


Then suddenly the world turns grey,

The color disappears. 

As from above they descend, 

Achieving our worst fears. 


I grab my gear, don’t hesitate,

Jump into the truck.

While others flee we press on,

But I fear we are too late.


I didn’t make it out that day,

I never went back home,

Never saw the sun set,

As it dipped beneath the bay.


I ran toward the rubble willingly, 

I'd do it all again,

to help those who are hurting, 

with no thought of earthly gain. 


I only ask that you remember,

That you never let yourself forget. 

How you felt that day in September,

When the land we love was attacked. 



There are a handful of blogs posting today in honor of 9/11. Be sure and check out all their posts. 


Never forget. 


Soldier Girl Stories 

Life of Heritage 

Stories by Firefly 

Photos by Abby Rose

Maidens for Modesty 

Twin Thoughts 

The Heart of the Rose 

Books, Life, and Christ 

Beautiful Things 

Amanda Tero 





“Now, we have inscribed a new memory alongside those others. It’s a memory of tragedy and shock, of loss and mourning. But not only of loss and mourning. It’s also a memory of bravery and self-sacrifice, and the love that lays down its life for a friend―even a friend whose name it never knew.” — George W. Bush

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

Cover Reveal!

 September 2nd, 1945.

Sailors lined the deck of the U.S.S Missouri as it lay at anchor in Tokyo Bay, surrounded by more then two-hundred and fifty warships. The sweet notes of the Star Spangled Banner drifted across the bay as the ceremony got underway, providing the backdrop for the historic moment.

 The atmosphere was thick with expectation and tension as the representatives for each allied nation faced the Japanese leaders. On two tables that had been set out on the deck lay the documents that would end the most devastating war in human history. 

As the signatures were finished and the ceremony came to a close, the sun broke through the clouds that had been hovering overhead and bathed the bay in its bright, warm, rays. As the Japanese were escorted off the deck, the sky above them came to life with a roar as U.S. aircraft flew overhead. They were so low the sky seemed to turn black. A cheer rose up, first from the men aboard the Missouri, but echoing around the bay as the ships in the harbor joined the celebration. 

Seventy-five years ago, WWII officially came to an end. 

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When I first started working on this book, I wanted to publish it on September 2nd, for the 75th anniversary of WWII. Then life intervened and I wasn't able to spend the time I wanted to on this book to get it done soon enough to be published in September. 

But I still wanted to do something special on the 2nd. So ... the cover reveal! I meant, what better way to celebrate the end of the war then by revealing the cover of a book that deals with it? So without any further ado ...


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*squeals* Isn't it perfect? It's exactly what I had hoped for and it turned out ever so beautiful! And it's fits the story so well. <3 


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Okinawa, 1945


Two brothers. Two Separate Paths.


A Navy corpsman assigned to the Marines, Jess Walker’s world is shaken as he struggles to aid the men around him. But the battlefield isn’t his hardest challenge. The nagging memory of how he lost his brother weighs on him, serving as a constant reminder of his failure. War has no mercy for anyone and Jess isn’t sure he can survive the war inside. As his world comes crashing down around him, he struggles to believe there is a future beyond the pain. 


Clay Walker has moved on from the life he once lived. A successful Marine pilot, he wants nothing to do with his family and the God he left behind. Japan is on the brink of surrender when his unit is shipped off to Okinawa, and it’s there that Clay is forced to realize his past is not as deeply buried as he thought. Faced with heavy losses and questions without answers, Clay has a choice to make. Is he willing to step back and let God take the controls? Or is it too late for a second chance? 


As WWII rages, the two brothers must face their demons — or be lost to the burning world around them.


Coming November 11th




There are some super sweet girls joining me in the cover reveal so be sure and check out their posts! If there's not a link after their name it's because they're posting on Instagram - so be sure and check out their IG accounts!


Kassie Angle - Soldier Girl Stories

Abigail McKenna

Kaitlyn Krispense

Faith Potts - Stories by Firefly

Abigail Harris - Read, Review, Rejoice

Ryana Lynn - Life of Heritage

Deborah Cook

Brooklyne Elysse - Showers of Blessings



Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Untitled Aesthetic

  {Hope . Life . Change . Anger . Hero . Struggle . Unknown . Fear . Love . Dark, murky battlegrounds .  Flashing black and white pictures . Haunting silence . Grace . Forgiveness . Brothers . Home}


American ships landing troops and supplies on a beach on Okinawa, Japan, 13 April 1945.


This was the land he fought for. This was freedom. This is what was at stake.


Battleship Fires on Japanese Suicide Plane off Okinawa Pacific


Even in the fight for justice, so many who deserved to see the end would die, their names forgotten.


Marines Clear Japanese Cave with Flamethrower on Okinawa


"God is a God of second chances. And I have a feeling that your story and your brother’s story -- it isn’t over."


Marines and LVT on the beach of Iheya Jima Off Okinawa 16 July 45


He couldn’t even help his relationship with his own brother. What made him think he could do any good helping Jeremy when he couldn't even help himself?


US Infantrymen Move Inland from Okinawa Beachhead


The air around him was thick with smoke, making the entire world look a colorless, ashen grey. The rain had stopped for now, but the mud clung to everything. Sometimes Jess wondered if even nature was on the side of the Japanese.


7th Infantry Division soldiers of the US 10th Army swarm into Yonabaru on the coast of Okinawa


The rain and thunder overhead drowned out his sobs as he sat there. His knees drawn up to his chest and his head between them, more alone than he’d ever been before. 



Marines pour onto the beaches of Okinawa.


 God hadn’t taken everything. God was working, even in the hurt and the pain.

 


<—Coming November 11th —>


Another WWII series from Steven Spielberg and Tom Hanks is on the way

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Untitled Cover Reveal Sign-ups

 Hey guys! 

So I've sent Untitled off to beta-readers, and scheduled the final edit. I've decided on a launch date, added it to Goodreads (make sure and add it to your read list if you're on there!), and I'm working on hiring someone to host a blog tour for the release.

 Y'all. It's actually happening and I'm so darn excited! 

Which brings me to the reason for this post! I got the cover from my designer and ... ohmygosh y'all it's amazing! It fits the story perfectly and is 100% everything I had hoped and wanted it to be. 



The date for the cover reveal is September 2nd, and the book will release on November 11th. And guys those dates are coming up fast! If you'd like to be part of the cover reveal, use the form below to sign up! *whispers* If you do you'll get to see the cover before anyone else ... ;) 

So spread the word! You can post either on a blog or social media, whichever you'd prefer. 

Also, just to clear up any confusion. The title of the book is Untitled. I think it fits the story well and I like the uniqueness of it. 


Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Recruitment Happening Now

Uncle Sam needs you!!


Okay well, he doesn’t. But I do. XD I need Beta readers for Untitled. Now before you make up your mind, I’m gonna direct your attention to the blurb below. 


Clay Walker has moved on. A successful Marine pilot, he wants nothing to do with the life he left behind, or the God he associates it with. Japan is on the brink of surrender when his unit is shipped off to Okinawa, and suddenly his past returns to haunt him. Faced with loss and questions he never wanted to face, Clay must choose if he's going to continue on his own, or let God give him a second chance. 

Jess Walker wants to serve. But the world is a mess and he isn't sure how much of a difference he'll be able to make. As a Navy medic assigned to the Marines, he's thrust into a world he never expected to face. Yet he struggles to help the men around him when the fact that he couldnt help his brother burns hot in his memory. But the battlefield isn't his toughest challenge. What he didn't count on was the battle he'd have to fight inside.

Two brothers. Two separate paths. One conflict that will force them to make a decision.

(Defintely not the final blurb but it’ll work for now. xD) 


Content Warning: This is not a book I’d recommend for middle-grade readers. It deals with PTSD and touches on aspects of Homosexuality. It also deals with two main POV characters - one unsaved, one saved. In an effort to show the difference between the two lifestyles, there is mild cussing included in one POV. (Damn and Hell are used a handful of times.) The book is still around a PG-rating, however because of subject matters I’d not recommend it for younger readers.

And ... there it is. I don’t have much else to say about it right now. It’s right around 35k, and I’ll be sending it out sometime mid-August or so.

If you’re interested, let me know! You can go ahead and leave a comment below, or If you have my email or Social media you can also send me a messege that way.

I’m so excited to get this little project out into the world and I can’t wait to partner with y’all to do so! <3 

Thursday, July 16, 2020

WIP Update

*waves* Hey guys! How’s your summer going so far? Mine has been interesting. It feels like it’s not quite summer, yet it is. I think it’s because all the quarantine + restrictions there are on things. So much of the stuff I normally associate with summer is not happening.
But it’s all good! I’ve had time to study and get a nice amount of writing done. Now I’m just chilling and waiting for the amazing Angela to finish the developmental edit, then I’ll go through and edit and get it off to beta readers.
Speaking of beta-readers, I’m hoping to have a post with more info up soon! So if you’d be interested in beta-reading, be sure and keeep an eye out. ;)  I will warn y’all that it’s a bit different then any of my other books. Think PTSD + homosexuality + WWII + Brothers + family issues + all the normal heartache my books normally tend to have. I’m rly protective and hesitant to have anyone read it ... but at the same time I can’t wait to share it with the world. 
I have a Pinterest board that I’ve been working on for the story and I thought I’d share some of my favorites here today. 







This. This is so Clay. <3







This story is rly my special story. I love it so much. <3 Are y’all looking forward to it? Let me know! And keep an eye out for the beta-reader post coming soon! 



Saturday, July 4, 2020

Independence Day - 2020


Have you ever spent the late afternoon
Watching the purple shadows deepen in Arizona desert?
Or seen a herd of Elk plough their way
Through waist deep snow on a cold Colorado dome?
Did you ever see the sun go down in Hawaii
Or seen the stormy waves break over the rock bound coast of Maine?
Or have you ever see an eagle fly up out of the mists of Alaska?
Or a big October moon hanging full over the still Dakato badlands?
Have you ever tasted the gumbo in New Orleans, Bar-B-Que in Carolina
Or the chicken wings in Buffalo?
Have you ever had Brunswick stew in Maken, or cornbread in Burmingham?
Or briskets slow cook over hill country mesquite wood?
Did you ever drink the water from a gurgling branch in Utah
Or, stand on the mountain above El Paso Del Norte
And see the lights twinkling clear over in Mexico?
Did you ever jingle horses in the pre dawn stillness of a perfect Texas day
And watch their shodded hooves kicking up sparks on the volcanic rock?
Or attended a truck line on a foggy Carolina morning
Or heard the distant love song of a lovesick whipperwill
On a pristine Tenneesee late night?
Have you seen the faces on Mount Rushmore or stood at the Vietnam monument?
Have you ever crossed the mighty Mississippi
Or been to the daddy of them all in Cheyenne, Wyoming?
Or seen the mighty Volve run out on the football field on a chilly autumn afternoon?
Did you ever see the Chicago skyline from Lake Shore Drive at night?
Or the New England follage in the fall
Or the summer beauty of the Shanandoah valley
Or Indiana covered with new snow?
Did you ever seen a herd of wild horses running free
Across the empty spaces in Nevada?
Or, caught a walleyed pike out of a cold Wisconsin stream?
Or, marveled at the tall ship docked in the harbor at Baltimore?
Did you ever see the early morning dew sparkling on the blue grass
Or, the wind stir the wheat fields on a hot Kansas afternoon?
Or, driven the lonely stretches of old Route 66?
Have you ever heard the church bells peal their call to worship
On an early Sunday, in some small town in the deep south?
Or pass through the redwood forest just as the sun was going down?
Have you ever been to Boise or Batchlee or Boford or Billings?
Have you ever passed through Sanford or Suffacer San Angelo?
Have you ever seen the falls at Nigara?
The ice palace in Saint Paul?
Or the Gateway to the west?
This then is America!
The land God blesses with everything
And no Effel Tower: no Taj Mahal
No Alps; No Andes
No native hut; nor Royal Palace
Can rival her awesome beauty
Her diverse poplulation, her monolithic majesty
America the Free!
America the mighty!
America the beautiful!
I pledge alligence to the flag of the United States of America
And to the republic for which it stands
One nation under God indivisible
With liberty and justice for all!

-My Beautiful America, Charlie Daniels 



It seems that every day there's something else threatening our freedom and frowning on anyone who dares to be patriotic. But you know what? I'm proud of my country. I'm proud of our history, as flawed as it may be. And I'm proud to be an American. 
Happy Independence Day - may we never take our freedom forgranted, and maybe always be willing to fight for it. πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ❤️

Friday, June 26, 2020

Dealing with Tough Topics in your WIP

Hey guys! I hope your summer is off to a fabulous start! I've been keeping busy with work, school, an surprisingly enough I've also managed to get a nice amount of writing done. I just finished up the first draft of my WWII novella, Untitled, and I'm excited to move onto the next steps and work toward getting it ready to share with  you all! <3 

If I've learned anything through writing it, it's how hard it is to deal with, well, hard topics. You know, PTSD, suicide, homosexuality, abandonment, single parent homes, divorce, abortion, racism, politics... all those things we don't really like to think about. 
I'm the kind of person who's all for reading a book that will make me think and challenge me, but when it comes to writing it? Ehh, no thanks. I'm going to pass. I'll let someone else do that. 
It doesn't come easy to deal with controversial topics. Especially in today's day and age where disagreeing with someone is drawing battle lines. Even a suggestion that someone may be wrong is considered wrong.

So how are we supposed to deal with that as Christian authors?

I had decided to avoid it. I mean, no one would really care if I tackled hard subjects. I write historical fiction, it's not like I'll be dealing with current events. 
But sometimes current events aren't only current. They've been going on for years, simply in a less visible way. And sometimes God puts something on your heart and doesn't give you a break about it until you give in and write it. 

Then it kinda becomes something you can't avoid anymore. We can't always stay neutral. Sometimes the only choice is to take a stand. 

Untitled  is about two soldiers in the Pacific war. But it deals with more then that. Specifically, it deals with PTSD and homosexuality. And even typing that is kinda terrifying because I know there are a lot of people who are not going to be okay with it. 
But I know that God's okay with it. And that's the most important thing. 

So I thought I'd do a quick post today with some tips I've learned through writing this book. These are things I've learned along the way and I hope they might be helpful to y'all as well. <3 

1.) Pray. A lot. And then pray some more. Because writing and thinking about releasing such things out into the world is terrifying. What if no one likes it? What if all the reviews are negative? What if I somehow someone takes it the wrong way? What if it does more harm then good? What if I'm not portraying things the right way? Friend, if you're writing the book to please the Lord, He will bless it. There will always be that one person who needs your book. Who is struggling with that very topic and needs the encouragement. Write it for them. 

2.) Check your motive. Are you trying to instruct or inform people? To shine light on a little known or talked about fact? Or are you trying to prove you're right? Even if you *are* right, trying to prove it through a fictional book is probably not the best way to go about it. The only people who will read it are those who agree with you, and you won't end up reaching the people you wanted to or the people who need it. 

3.) Don't use the book as an argument.  Trust me, I more than anyone else should know how easy this is to do. When you believe something strongly, it's only natural that you want to share your opinions. And sometimes the easiest way to do it is through characters. But there's a fine line there, because you have to make sure you're not using the book as a platform to preach. 
If you have something to say, then say it. But don't try and muffle the voice behind your characters.  

4.) Give it to God and watch Him work. Because He will. He'll take our struggles and imperfections and use them for His glory. And you'll be surprised how much you grow through the writing of it. 

5.) Write it. Just do it. Do it scared. It's okay to not have it all figured out. It's okay to not have the answers. When God prompts you to do something, you don't have to have it all figured out. Because He does. 


Monday, May 25, 2020

Memorial Day - 2020

Hello all! Long time no see. XD I could make som fabulous excuse about how life got crazy and Covid messed things up buttt...that woudln’t be true. To be honest, Covid didn’t change much of life, beyond bringing classes to a stop. I’ve had more time on my hands then I have in a while and I’ve spent a lot of time just hanging out with siblings, playing games, and enjoying the slower pace of life.
Now that things are picking back up and I’m trying to get back to somwhat of a schedule, I’m going to work on getting some blog posts written and scheduled for the summer.
But anyway. Today is Memorial Day and if y’all know anything about me, you know I’m not about to let the day go by without some sort of patriotic post. ;) In a world where so many see this weekend as just another holiday, we need to remind people that it’s so much more. Countless lives have been given in order to preserve our freedom. It’s our responsibility to make sure that we don’t forget the price they paid.
If you're in the mood for a little short, patriotic read, I wrote a flash fiction piece that I've posted below. I hope y'all have a blessed weekend. <3



A shout broke the eerie silence and they whirled around. Before his partner could pull the trigger two shots were echoing in the stillness as they both fell to the ground. His shoulder burned like fire and pulsated down his arm. But Joss… the large dark stain that had soaked the front of her uniform made him forget his own injury as his heart nearly stopped. No. Not her. Not here. Not now. Fighting his own pain, he crawled toward her and cradled her head in his arms. Her breath came in short, labored gasps, and her eyes flashed around wildly. He could see the agony written across her face as her arm reached up to clutch his uniform. “John, I—”
She stopped, unable to go on. The gurgling in her airway could only mean one thing. John swallowed against the sudden rush of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He’d seen many deaths. He’d been the cause of many. But not like this. Not his partner in his arms as she choked on her own blood. 
Joss opened her mouth again, making an effort to speak, but John shook his head. “No, don’t try and talk.” He took a deep breath and clenched his teeth. He wasn’t going to break down and start crying. Not now. His emotions could not get the better of him. He needed to be strong - for her. “It’s going to be okay, I promise you. Just focus on your breathing. Focus.”
Her eyes met his and didn’t look away, catching him with a desperation that tore at his insides. 
She was dying. She knew she was dying. And there was absolutely nothing he could do to save her.

The dream was always the same. Her death, in every last horrifying detail. John took a deep breath to try and gain control of his beating heart as he sat up on the edge of the bed. He was getting tired of the nightmares. Tired of reliving the same thing over and over again. 
He’d been able to save a lot of people. For better or for worse, he’d made it out of every mission alive. He’d obeyed orders and never looked back.
But he hadn’t been able to save someone when it mattered. He hadn’t been able to save his partner. 
He made his way over to the window of the modest sky-rise apartment he called home. The sun was just barely rising over New York City, and already the city was coming alive. Running his fingers through his short-cropped hair, he made his way to the kitchen. A hot cup of strong coffee. That’s what he needed. Then it was time. 
He’d only been to the cemetery once since she died. But he couldn’t remember much of the funeral. It had seemed too routine. Too rehearsed. It had fallen far short of honoring who she really was. 
Not only a dedicated officer, but also a loving mother. A fighter. Someone who cared about others more than she cared about herself. A friend. He had to see her one last time before the next mission. Before he shipped out again.

A light spring breeze that flirted with summer drifted across the cemetery. Rows and rows of simple stones stood out in stark contrast to the lush, green grasses that surrounded them. 
Small flags had been placed by many of the graves, including hers. One small flag to honor such an immense sacrifice. 
Kneeling down by her grave, John rested his chin on his hand as he studied the headstone. 

Joss Cartwright
1981-2014
U.S. Army 

How do you sum up a life on a gravestone? John shook his head. It was impossible. He’d come here ready to say something. Goodbye, maybe. He was ready for closure. But this wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. She’d given so much, yet she had died while he lived. He had no family. No one who cared. 
But Joss had. And now her son would grow up without the person who’d loved him the most. 
Why? It was the one question he couldn’t wrap his head around. Why her and not him? There was so much injustice in the world. 
But Joss … she’d fought for justice. For what was right. And she’d believed in it with every fiber in her bring. 
She’d fought for freedom. So that everyone could have a chance at a better life. She fought for her country because she believed in the values it stood on. She’d been willing to die for it. 
And she’d want him to do the same.
The thought hit him hard. She wouldn’t have wanted her death to distract him. She would have wanted him to keep fighting. To keep protecting the innocent. 
As hard as he’d tried to stop it, a tear trembled in the corner of his eye and trailed down his cheek. She’d fought for freedom. For what she believed in. He’d keep fighting for her. And he’d do his best to make sure no one forgot her sacrifice. 
He stood and ran a hand across his face, wiping away the tear tracks. She was done fighting. She’d given everything. Now she could rest. 
But not him. He wasn’t finished yet. 
He stood there a moment longer, then gave a quick salute. “Thanks, Joss. For everything.”

All gave some. Some gave all. Remember. 



Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Being feminine in a feminist world

Wellll...that once a month posting idea worked great until February hit. Then life took over. XD I have a post today that's a little bit different, but it's something that's been on my heart a lot as of late. 
Hopefully it's something that speaks to you, though I know it's something not everyone will agree with. 

*Cringes using pic of myself but it fit the title rly well* xD
There's a lot of talk today about how women are supposed to act. We're to be bold and confident, not afraid to challenge age-old stigmas. We’re supposed to show that we can do anything we put our mind to. 
On the other hand, there's those who say it's wrong that way. Women were meant to raise children and stay home, not start careers and do everything "as good as the guys." They’re to be meek and quiet, not bold and unafraid to forge their own path.
And I’ll be the first to admit that It can be confusing to know how to act, how to respond. Does it have to be one extreme or the other? Is there anyway to have some middle ground? Is it possible to have a voice and at the same time, encourage our brothers in Christ and not take over the role they play?

Then there's the guys. It's considered sexist when they open a door for us, and if they offer to help carry something they may as well be living in the dark ages. We need to prove that we can do everything they can. There's no such thing as gender roles anymore, and chivalry is a thing of the past. 
We complain when guys don't help us. We become infuriated when they do. 

It's been something I've been thinking about a lot as of late. My field internships for AEMT are at a fire/EMS station. It's been the first time that I've been in a primarily guy-dominated career. In the whole program there are 3 girls, and it took me a little while to adjust. It was a huge switch from the hospital, where nursing is definitely a female-dominated career. 
It was also different in another way. When out on calls, I'm treated as an equal. When we're at the station it's different. They open doors for me and refuse to let me do the same for them. They insist I go first when getting food, and are extremely protective.

 And I surprised myself by being unsure about how I felt about it. 

On one hand, it was how I was raised. I should have been used to it. 

But on the other, I'm used to proving myself. I'm competitive. I've learned that the world I work in is different then the world I grew up in. I've worked hard to earn my independence and show that I can be "as good as the guys." And letting them help me made me feel as if I was giving it up. 

It made me stop and think. Just because guys use manners and treat us with respect, how does that, in any way, make us feel threatened? 

They're not denying that we can do something. They're not telling us to stop. They're not pushing us out of the way. They're simply showing courtesy and treating us as if we're special. 

Society has trained us to value independence above all else. But you know, maybe that's not the best way after all. Independence will only get you so far. 
All of us, at one point or another, will need help. We depend on each other; no one person can do everything alone. 

And yes, that means that there are times when a guy can do it better and he's the one who's helping you. 
It goes against everything the culture teaches, but there are gender roles. Women tend to want to be protected and loved while guys need to feel that they are needed and that they need to protect. 
Is it possible to work in a guy-dominated career, and yet still be a lady? 
I would say yes, and this is why. There is a time for everything. In the Bible you have Deborah, Lydia, Esther, Ruth - all women who stepped up to the plate and took on the roles God gave them. 

There’s a time to be strong, to be a leader. A time where we’re the ones in charge, and *that’s okay*. It’s okay to do something that may be considered more a "guy job" and to work alongside them. And it’s also okay to step back and let them do something when they are willing and able to do it.

I’m not sure this is coming across the way I want it to so I’m gonna use an example. XD When a guy offers to help me with a chore, carry something for me, or even open a door, my first response is generally, “Oh, no I got it. Thanks tho.”
And it’s hit me lately that I’m doing it all wrong. How hard is it to let someone open the door for me? How much pride do I have to swallow to let him carry something I’m struggling with?
It’s not hard to let him help. Yet I struggle with it. As if I’m somehow admitting that I’m not good enough. And ya know what? I’m not. I’ll never be as strong as a guy; I’ll never be able to do quite as much. But that’s okay. It doesn’t mean I’m weaker, it means my gifts and strengths are different. It means I’m letting a guy treat me with respect. Every girl wants to be treated special — so why when a guy treats us that way to we protest?

We can’t send mixed signals without causing things to go haywire. There’s a time to step up; there’s a time to step back and let a guy go first. Both are perfectly acceptable - in their own times. 

Monday, January 27, 2020

Current WIP - according to Pinterest

So today is apparently national Holocaust remembrance day, so what better day to introduce my current WIP? 
I've had so much fun creating a Pinterest board for it and finding the perfect pins. And oh my goodness y'all it's gonna be a good story. These guys, oh my goodness...<3
 I don't have much written about it. I'm the person who doesn't write the synopsis until 2 days before publishing soooo...xD 
But I do have some things I've typed up that'll give you a glimpse into the kind of story it will be. 
It's set in WWII and has at least two POVs. I've been toying with the idea of adding a 3rd, but I haven't done so yet. 
So, without further ado ... 

Your best friend or your brother. If you had the choice, who would you choose? 

• Twins • brothers • pilot • adventures • medic • betrayal • heartbreak • goodbyes • new beginnings • change • secrets • best friends •


















So I know it isn't much more then kinda a teaser post, but what do y'all think? Does this sound like a book you'd be interested in? Let me know in the comments below! πŸ‘‡

*All pics taken from Pinterest* 

Friday, January 17, 2020

2020: A look ahead

*scuffles into the room* *clears throat* *taps mic* Uhh, hey guys. 2020 is here ... when did that happen??


So all of 2019 saw me pretty much absent in the blogging/writing world, and 2018 was only slightly better. Let’s be honest, writing and blogging have not been my strong suites as of late. Life changed a L.O.T. These past two years, and I’ve been trying to stay alive and not get completely overwhelmed by everything.
I’ve survived. (Obviously.) Thrived, even. So many new experiences, new opportunities, and new seasons in life. For those of you who don’t know, I’ve completed school for both the EMT + AEMT levels of Emergency medicine, and I’m working full time in an ER here. I’ve loved every bit of the journey (minus the finals) and I have learned so darn much. And through it all, I’ve realized just how much I missed writing and blogging. Stepping away was good. Really good. I was able to try new things, adjust to college life, and focus on working full time. Lotsssss of new adulting experiences. I’ve also been blessed to travel quite a bit, which I absolutely LOVE.
But I missed this. I missed being part of the Indie/writing/blogging community. I missed knowing what new releases were coming out, I missed being a part of blog tours, I missed giving a story to all the voices in my head. (Yes, I’m fine. No, I don’t need a psychiatrist.)

So what does this mean?
Well, I’m back. At least for the time being. My goal for right now is to write at least 1-2 posts per month. It’s not a lot, but it’s a schedule I know I’ll be able to stick to. And I’m so darn excited.
I’ve done some updating here on the blog with the bio + look + pictures. (Apparently I hadn’t updated any of that sense I was 18...) And I can’t wait to get back into blogging.
And this is where I need to hear from my readers. (Well, at least those of you I have left. XD) I need to know what you want to see. What kind of posts do you want?
I have a couple ideas of things to share including introducing a WIP + history things, but I want to hear from you guys. Do you want to see writing posts? Medical? Life? Drop a comment below and let me know! I can’t wait to be back here with y’all! <3

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

Auld Lang Syne - Part 3

Merry Christmas eve! Are y'all ready for Christmas?! I was supposed to have this up earlier but I ... forgot I hadn't scheduled it sooo...yeah. Better late then never tho, right? xD Today is going to be busy with last minute gifts, wrapping presents, Christmas eve service, and so much more. Are you guys last minute people like my family? Or were you ready weeks ago?


Well, here's the last part of the Christmas story. I hope you enjoy! And have a Very Merry Christmas Eve!

Christmas Eve came sooner that year. Or at least that’s how it seemed to everyone. Last minute shoppers lined the streets as everyone rushed to finish up shopping before everything closed. A chill in the air brought the promise of snow on Christmas morning, and you could almost feel the excitement and anticipation that seemed to drift in the wind. 
The bells above the post office door jangled as Lydia stepped outside, a bundle of envelopes and packages in her arms. She’d come just in time to collect them before they post office closed its doors for the remainder of the holiday. Trying to avoid any slick places on the pavement, she crossed the street and tugged on the rusted handle of the red 1975 Ford pickup that she’d driven for as long as she could remember. It opened reluctantly, and she tossed the packages and letters on to the middle seat. Her hands finally free, she decided to grab a cup of coffee for the drive back home. She really needed to get the heater in the truck looked at, but with one that old she wasn’t sure there was much anyone could do about it anyway. 
Glancing at her phone, she realized she had ten minutes before it would close. 
“Oh darn.” She slammed the truck door and began waking in direction of the coffee shop. 
As she walked down the sidewalk, the distinct sound of caroling met her ears. Just outside the bookstore, a group of high schoolers from one of the local churches was singing. Inside the window beside the tree, Mrs. Meyers listened, a beaming smile lighting her face. It was the perfect picture and Lydia wished she had time to capture it on camera. Two very different generations both enjoying the Christmas season. It was the perfect picture of what Christmas truly was all about. Bringing people of all ages, backgrounds, and histories together to enjoy and celebrate Christ’s gift to the earth. 
The warm lights of the coffee shop welcome her, and she opened the door and stepped inside. Behind the counter, the barista gave her a smile. “Cutting it close again, ehh?”
Lydia gave a sheepish nod. “I just got done at the post office and realized I wanted something warm before I drove home.”
With a laugh, the barista grabbed a cup. “It’s no problem. Your usual?”
“Yup, with peppermint.”
The ‘usual’ really wasn’t all that complicated. Coffee and cream with caramel and peppermint. It was sweet and simple and perfect for cold days like today. 
“All right, here it is for ya.” Lydia reached across the counter and grabbed the cup, and pulled out her card to pay. The barista waved it away. 
“It’s on me today. You have a Merry Christmas.”
Lydia hesitated, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” The barista smiled. “Now go so I can close up.”
“Yes ma’am.” Lydia grinned and made her way toward the door. “You have a Merry Christmas!” 
The door shut behind her and she walked down the sidewalk toward the truck. Old snow crunched under her boots, and steam from the coffee she held in her hands wafted up into the air around her. 
She was halfway back to the truck when she passed the small, historic church that sat off to the side, a bit behind the shops. In front there was a simple manger scene, and a cross covered in Christmas lights had been erected up near the steeple. In contrast to the busyness around the town, it was simple and quiet. It didn’t demand attention or make people stop and look. It was simply there, waiting to be discovered. 
Just like the first Christmas Day. 
Lydia started up the steps and tried the door. To her surprise it was unlocked, and she stepped inside. 
The sanctuary was quiet, and two candles glimmered alone up near the pulpit. A Christmas tree and greenery were set up near and around the piano, completing the Christmas decor. 
Making her way to the nearest pew, Lydia took a deep breath as she sat and listened to the silence. In a manger, the Christ child had been born. He had been welcomed by shepherds, and angels had announced his birth. But no one else had known.
The greatest gift ever given, a baby born to be a Saviour, a baby born to die. He was the reason they celebrated. 
“Lord help me to never take You for granted.” The whispered words sounded loud in the silence. 
The lights and traditions; the stories and memories; the shopping and the people, those were a few things that made Christmas special. But they weren’t the most important. 
For several more minutes she sat there, sipping her coffee and enjoying the quiet. The minutes ticked by without her noticing and outside, the sun sank lower in the sky. 
A sudden squeaking of the hinges startled her, and she almost dropped the remainder of her coffee. With a gasp she jumped to her feet and turned toward the door. 
“Did I scare ya? The lady at the coffee shop said she’d seen you come in here.”
The face was still hidden in the shadows that were cast by the dancing candlelight, but the voice … she recognized that voice. But it couldn’t be. Not now. Not here.
He stepped forward and she could see him. His cap sat at a jaunty angle, and his backpack was swung over one shoulder. Unruly blond hair brushed his forehead and his dark brown uniform looked freshly starched. Dark grey eyes smiled at her from behind a pair of glasses.
“Clarence.” The word was a whisper and she put a hand over her mouth, not daring to believe it. 
He chucked. “In the flesh. Do I get a hug on Christmas Eve?”
His words gave wings to her feet. Setting the coffee precariously close to the edge of the pew, she rushed into his arms and buried her head in his shoulder. 
She could feel his laugh as his arms closed around her, pulling her close. His uniform was rough against her cheek and his strong hands held her tight. He smelled like woodsmoke and aftershave, the same way he always had. And there within his arms, Christmas was perfect, and she was home. 
Home for Christmas. 
After what felt like far too short a time, she stepped back and gazed into his eyes. "You're home. You're really here. How in the world…"
He quieted her by putting a finger over her lips. "I'll explain later but right now let's not talk." He reinforced his words by pressing a soft kiss to her lips. 
She kissed him back, then rested her forehead against his. “I don’t believe it. I just …”
“Shhhh. It’s true. I’m here and that’s all you need to know.”
She nodded, blinking back tears. He folded her into a second embrace.
As she stood there in her arms, she remembered. “Before we go home, there’s someone I need you to meet.”
Lydia stepped back and grabbed her coffee, not letting go of his hand. She led the way out the door and down the steps. The town had begun to close in preparation for Christmas. Lights in store windows had dimmed, and some had been shut off entirely. But near the town square, one shop still shone brightly. And atop the tree in the window, a star made of barbed wire stood proudly. 
Inside, Mrs. Meyer was shuffling around, setting books back in their places and finishing tidying up for christmas. 
The door was still unlocked, and the bells above it sang a merry tune as it opened. Mrs. Meyer glanced up, and look of surprise filled her face, quickly chased away by a knowing smile. “This is the second time I’ve had a man in uniform walk through these doors during Christmas time.” 
She walked toward them and clasped Clarence’s hands in hers, tears shimmering in her faded blue eyes. “It’s nice to finally meet you, my boy.”


***


Outside the shop, unseen by human eyes and oblivious to the snow that had begun to fall, another man in a uniform that spoke of a forgotten era watched as the Army pilot embraced the white-haired lady. A smile crossed his face as he nodded. Yes, until the good Lord called her home, this Clarence would help take care of his bride. She was in good hands. It may have been a man from another branch of the military in another era, but it didn't matter. 
It was all the same. The military looked after its own, and he could rest now knowing she would be taken care of. 
He stepped forward into the light and gave a crisp salute. Then as soon as he had come, he was gone. Above the tree, the barbed wire star caught the fleeting glimmer of a shooting star as it streaked across the sky. 
And as it had for over seventy years, it stood watch over the small bookshop and its inhabitants for yet another Christmas. 


***


Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind. Should all acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne.

We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne