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Sunday, October 02, 2016

Act as if What you do Makes a Difference #SundaySnippets

Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does.  -- William James

As writer I tend to think in scenes and storylines.  I know that every story makes two promises to the reader: an emotional one, and an intellectual one, since the function of a story is to make you feel and think.  However, there is also a beginning to each day, where I, as a human being, must function in the act of day-to-day living.

As part of this day-to-day living, I am very much aware of how actions, words, and attitude have either a negative or a positive effect on others.

Act as if what you do makes a difference.  It does.

In addition, if you are aware of Native American Culture, the Lakota know that what you choose to do at any given time, be it a good deed or an evil one, the consequences of that deed impacts seven generations.  Seven generations!

This is why in both my writing and my living, I try to take the high road.  I am not saying I always succeed, but I at least aim for the target.

 I also strive to keep my characters in check.  Even when my villains do truly terrible things (Sister Enid to Tay in Whisper upon the Water), I show motivation and life events so that the reader understands why this event took place; but I never paint the behavior as acceptable.

Beginnings to a story should give the reader a person to focus on, yet in your life's story: you are the main character.

Look at some of the beginnings in your own life.  What have you learned, what stories do you have to share?

Ummm. . .what have I learned?  I've learned that gators can run. . .very fast.  I learned that on a family vacation to a South Georgia swamp.  While that did not make a particularly wonderful life event (especially at the beginning of the day), but it will make a great scene in a novel or short story.

I also strove to set an example.
1.  I did not scream as I ran. I prayed that my sons would not witness their mother being chomped on by a bellowing alligator.
2. I explained that my actions (going down to the water's edge) weren't very wise.
3. We discussed what we might watch for so the event was not repeated.
4.  After we left the swamp we stopped at a local eatery for fried gator tail. Yes, not taking the high road here.  We called it 'regional food' and left it at that!

If you have a moment or two, please download my Rodeo Romance Series:
Lynx (contemporary romance), Brede (romantic suspense), or my YA novel, Whisper upon the Water. 

Also, visit my friends and wonderfully talents authors:
Connie Vines





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Sunday, May 15, 2016

Whisper upon the Water #Sunday Snips & Stuff #5/15/16

Welcome to this week's Sunday Snips & Stuff!

For those of you who follow my blog posts here at my personal Weblog, you may not be aware that I also post every Thursday at "Dishin' It Out" and monthly at "A Slice of Orange" (RWA's Orange Country Chapter), "Gems of the Attic" (authors of the Precious Gem Romance line) and at BWL Insider (my publisher's blog feature their authors).

Of course you all remember when I was interviewed by my "cyber crush" , and my crazy hair-raising interview by "Miss Lucy"!

This month I have been topics have featured Cowboys and the West--and, of course, Rodeo.

Today I am selecting a snippet for my YA Native American sweet historical romance, "Whisper upon the Water".

1868
The Governor of New Mexico, decreed that all Indian children over six be educated in the ways of the white man.

Indian Commissioner Thomas Morgan said:  It was cheaper to educate the Indians than to kill them.

1880, Apacheria, Season of Ripened Berries

Isolated bands of colored clay on white limestone remained where the sagebrush was stripped from Mother Earth by sudden storms and surface waters.  Desolate.  Bleak.  A land made of barren rocks and twisted paths that reached out into the silence.

A world of hunger and hardship.  This is my world.  I am Tanayia. I was born thirteen winters ago.  My people and I call ourselves "Nde" this means "The People".  The white men call us Apache.


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Connie


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