Saturday, August 27, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Thursday Thirteen - Favorite Bible Verses
because the LORD has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor.
reviving the soul.
The statutes of the LORD are trustworthy,
making wise the simple.
The precepts of the LORD are right,
giving joy to the heart.
The commands of the LORD are radiant,
giving light to the eyes.
The fear of the LORD is pure,
enduring forever.
The ordinances of the LORD are sure
and altogether righteous.
here is the conclusion of the matter:
Fear God and keep his commandments,
for this is the whole [duty] of man.
For God will bring every deed into judgment,
including every hidden thing,
whether it is good or evil.
like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
its jealousy unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
like a mighty flame.
Many waters cannot quench love;
rivers cannot wash it away.
If one were to give
all the wealth of his house for love,
itd would be utterly scorned.
He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!” Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Converting from DOC to MOBI in Calibre
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Monday, August 22, 2011
Why I'm self-publishing AND looking for an agent
Friday, August 19, 2011
Theft of Swords by Michael Sullivan
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Birthday + Finding Fiona Sample
A knock on her table made Fiona jump. She slammed the journal shut. Troy stood by the booth, frowning. “Is your phone off or something?”
Fiona shoved the journal under her purse–she didn’t feel like explaining to Troy why she’d gotten in a car with a stranger–and pulled out her phone. “Oh, would you look at that. I’m so popular.”
Troy nodded to her lap. “What’s that?”
“A journal I bought in the bookshop a couple stores over.” Fiona shrugged.
“Another dream journal? You fill up your last one?”
“No, but this one was. . .pretty,” she said, placing it on the table. “And soft.”
Troy looked at it for a moment and shrugged. “I’m going to get a coffee.”
Fiona frowned, wishing Troy would go back to whatever he was doing before. It’d definitely look weird if she opened a newly bought journal to reveal dozens of pages filled with her handwriting. While his back was turned at the checkout stand, she peeked at the third entry.
March 16th
It’s Mom’s birthday today! Dad and I took her out for Indian food like we do every year. Dad got her these gorgeous diamond earrings. I’m pretty much broke, but I bought her a new purse from the flea market. It’s purple and shimmery and I think it’d look perfect with that lavender top she’s always wearing.
Fiona had to stop and take a deep breath. A couple weeks ago, Hannah and Fiona went to an Indian restaurant. The smell of the curry, the taste of the chicken, and the sizzling sounds from the kitchen–all of them had triggered deep emotions inside Fiona. She’d had to go to the bathroom to fight back unexplained tears and splash her face with water. She’d simultaneously wanted to run from the place screaming and stay to try to figure out the reason for her reaction.
The entry continued:
Spring break is coming up, but I don’t have any huge plans. The Remus project is so fascinating, I might just stay in the lab all week! If James lets me. He says I work there too much. I do miss him (and sunlight) when I’m there too long, but I feel like we’re really making improvements.
Troy returned to the table, and Fiona shut the journal, trying to look casual although her heart was pounding.
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If you're interested in an ARC, leave a comment and I'll send you one as soon as it's ready! Otherwise, Finding Fiona will be published in September! I love exclamation points!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Liebster Award
Totally copying and pasting because I've never heard of this lovely award :P
Liebster means friend in German so this is pretty much the best award ever! There’s no tell-us-seven-things rule to go along with this award. It’s sole purpose is to connect bloggers, specifically those with less than 200 followers. Rules of acceptance and new recipients are the bottom of this post.
1. Show your thanks to the blogger who gave you the award by linking back to them.
2. Reveal your top 5 picks and let them know by leaving a comment on their blog.
3. Post the award on your blog.
4. Bask in the love from the most supportive people on the internet—other writers.
5. And best of all – have fun and spread the karma.
So, here are my picks!
Traci
Coral
Cayla
Heather
Holly
They have some fun blogs. Visit them. Love them!
Monday, August 8, 2011
Passages Soundtrack
(Buy on Amazon for free)
1. OneRepublic - Secrets (Melanie's Secrets)
Got no reason, got no shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'ma tell you everything
So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
2. Linkin Park - Leave Out All the Rest (Death of the Sun)
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shared what I've made
I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you
3. Dashboard Confessional - For You to Notice (The Rowe Boys)
I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head
where I would impress you
with every single word I said.
Would come out insightful or brave or smooth or charming
and you'd want to call me
And I would be there every time
you'd need me
I'd be there every time...
But for now I'll look so longingly
waiting...
For you to want me, for you to need me, for you to notice me
4. Mindy Smith - Edge of Love (You Remember)
The edge of Love, here I stand
Feels like sky where they should be land
I want to fly, want to take your hand
And just let time stand
Just let time stand still
The weather's fine
Maybe I'm your leap of faith
I know it's right
cause you're my amazing grace
and you make time stand still
5. Flyleaf - There For You (The Prodigal Daughter)
I don't deserve you
'Cause I'm not there for you
please forgive me again
I wanna be there for you,
someone you can come to
runs deeper than my bones
I wanna be there for you
6. Beirut - Scenic World (Fettuccine Alfredo)
When I feel alive
I try to imagine a careless life
A scenic world, where the sun sets are all
Breathtaking, breathtaking
7. Mumford and Sons - The Cave (Together)
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Sample Sunday: Passages
The back door slams shut, the hinges rattling. My sister stomps out, pouting. “That stupid air conditioner smells like moldy socks,” she says. “The entire house smells.”
“At least it’s a house,” I say, playing with a bouncy ball.
She huffs, rolling her eyes, and flops down unto the lawn chair next to mine. Whether she likes it or not, I’m right. We had been in trailers, in apartments and in basements since we were eight years old. It’s a house.
She’s not used to the heat. It’s stifling, humid. The sun beats down on her tender skin, hardly covered by her clothes. She fans herself, searching for any source of cool. “The only good thing about this heat,” she says in a slightly hoarse voice, “is my tan.”
Her skin is getting darker, of course. It’s in our blood. The two of us are naturally dark, and we both tan easily.
I remember one day in middle school after our dad died. It was an uncommonly hot day for Ohio, possibly breaking a hundred degrees. We ditched school after lunch and went swimming all day. When we caught the bus home, we were baked red. The school called, our mom noticed our sunburns, and we were grounded for weeks. My sunburn peeled a little bit, but in the end, it only turned my skin a dark hue.
That had been all her idea, anyway. Even though I’m a year older, she’s the impulsive one dragging me around. I usually go around with her to keep watch on the guys with whom she spends time.
She used to complain about me being protective, but as we sink further and further down, she’s come to appreciate me. Guys got slimier and slimier as Mom began to seek ways to ease the pain. It wasn’t just guys, but Mom, too, when she forgot to go grocery shopping. It was the winter and the heating bill that hadn’t been paid. It was social workers and psychiatrists.
There’s a loud noise from the driveway that both of us recognize as our aunt’s old car.
Our aunt is always smiling, even though her house does smell like moldy socks and her husband left her two months ago and the laundry piles up while she struggles to bring in money. Our social worker told us in what was supposed to be a whisper that our aunt needs company.
Never mind that she has four cats and two dogs. She needs real company. Humans who talk and laugh. Humans who, like the two of us, swore and glare and complain. We have always been good at swearing and glaring and complaining.
“He has an attitude problem,” the teacher told my mother during a parent teacher conference. My mother had quite an attitude problem, too, and the teacher found that out.
That was middle school, which was harder than anything we’d faced before. Fresh out of childhood, suddenly the two of us realized we didn’t have a family, even though we needed one. We had a handful of absences more than anyone else from skipping school or from family fights or from sleeping in because there’s no electricity for the alarm clock or from our mom running out of gas.
When I was actually at school, I enjoyed learning. Science and math, mostly. When I brought home a test with an A on it, my mom would put it up on the fridge, ruffle up my hair, and tell me that my dad had always been smart. Then she would hit me on the back of the head and say, “Now do your homework!”
We never got caught up in anything too bad, though, despite the toiling work we had to put into each day. There were lots of gangs at school. Girls tried to get my sister to put-out, saying she was too pretty to be a virgin. Somehow, the two of us had stayed out of trouble.
My first year of high school, though, we weren’t together any longer. That year had been, in a word, terrible.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Eden by Keary Taylor
Friday, August 5, 2011
Dream to Novel to Best Seller #9
Passages is now free! AND a chance to win Finding Fiona
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To pique your interest, I have a little game! I don't know who will play because I don't know who comes around here, but I have the first sentences of all seven young adult short stories in the collection, and I have the last sentences of each short story. Try to pair them up!
Monday, August 1, 2011
Late Sample Sunday: Finding Fiona
Fiona looked up. They approached a cemetery with large iron gates. The grassy hills were covered with brightly colored leaves. Other visitors walked through the aisles between the tombstones or crouched by headstones. Some carried flowers. Fiona wished she had brought something.