Wednesday, April 16, 2014

I Feel Better

Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven. (Mt 18:21-22)

Have you seriously tried that?

Which time did that insult spat from careless lips sit right with you? Number forty? Number two-hundred and twenty nine?

Speaking from my own experience, it gets harder and more painful each time, not easier, until hearing the same person make the same negative remark becomes too much, and I start to wonder at what point is God going to step in and make them stop?

Am I supposed to sit there and take this again and again, my heart being ripped further and further to shreds each time? Pounding and pounding, each blow making that place inside a little more tender than it was. And me more afraid it won't stop. That it'll happen again. Unpredictable.

Me always on my toes, head turned, eye squinched, waiting for those words to hit me because I know there's more out there.

Never able to relax. Never able to breathe.

Seventy times seven is too long, Lord! I can't do it!

And don't you judge me, you sitting there in your peaceful room, you spouting out how, "the Lord won't give me more than I can bear." As if that's comforting.

Gee, thanks, I feel better.

Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ. (Gal 6:2)

You know who helps me the most in moments like that? The person who said they understood, that all the emotion and discouragement I have is exactly how it really is, and I don't have to deny I feel that way.

That I can cry, and they won't feel any worse about me. That they've been in my shoes, reacted exactly how I did, and somehow managed to get up and walk again.That person lifted my burden way more than the clear-skinned saint.

They helped me know I'm not alone. Know that when I hit rock bottom someone will take my hand, feel my pain and pray.

Thinking on this further, what if I can be that person? What if when you are hurting, I can sit with you in that puddle of despair, instead of peddling advice from my easy chair? What if I'm not afraid to get a little dirt on me in the process?

For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin. (Heb 4:15)

Jesus wasn't. He touched lepers, ate dinner with outcasts, protected a woman taken in adultery, let another clean his feet with her hair. He spoke with Samaritans, children, demoniacs.

He slogged through the trenches, getting more and more muck on his shoes, unafraid of the consequences of feeling our hurt.

Shouldn't I follow that example? Shouldn't you?

Maybe you're the person who keeps tossing out the insult. Maybe you're the one who places someone into the pit of depression. If so, wake up and shut up.

Jesus never did that either.

His was the ultimate life of love concluded with the ultimate act of love for the person who most needed love, and that's how we should be.

Not holier than thou, but exactly like thou.

And when all is said and done, exactly like Him. I don't know about you, but that makes me feel better.



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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Sunday Photographs

I saw many beautiful things this week, but took only one picture, which I share with you today. The weather was beautiful. More spring flowers have blossomed, and there are still winter birds around.

Enjoy!

Sunrise 4-11-2014 photo 500-DSC_0761_zps5c7d1fc2.jpg


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Saturday, April 12, 2014

Story Saturdays

The big news this week is the release of a historical romance I began almost two years ago. It's only 99 cents for this first month, so be sure to download your copy. Currently available at Amazon.

The humid air seemed to suck the life out of the conversation. He glanced at Aurelia. “If you need anything …” he said, his voice dropping.

Her lips quivered, and his thoughts scattered. What she needed she couldn’t have. What she wanted was forbidden for them both.


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Jacob Flynn lost his wife and son in childbirth and fled south to Florida to escape the memories. But in, Aurelia Cotton, the pregnant wife of a kind man who took him in, they come back to him. She’s so very beautiful.

Helplessly in love, he finds himself pressed closer and closer to the ultimate act of betrayal, when tragedy strikes.

Yet the evil someone meant for selfish gain, just might be their one chance for forgiveness.

THIS WEEK...



I've been plotting a string of YA Romance novellas. Above is a look at the covers.


Today's excerpts come from a YA I have almost completed, GIVE ME CHOCOLATE (AND JORDAN) and a classic, FLIGHT RISK (The Italian Series) Book 1.


Jordan was Gary’s best friend, and someone I’d known as long as I could remember. We’d grown up together. He spent nights at our house, ate our food, rode in our car. My dad had called him “son” and my mom doctored his cuts and scrapes. I could tell you what size clothes he wore, what his favorite colors were, what movies he loved and hated.

He was as much my brother as Gary was. Or was supposed to be.

There was the trouble. Unlike Gary, who would always be related to me, always have the same mom and dad, same brown eyes, same honey-colored hair, sometime in the last year it had hit me that Jordan did not. Completely unplanned and out of my control, he’d changed from my brother’s bf into something I wanted worse than chocolate candy. And that was saying something.




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“Giovanni,” she said softly.

God, help him. His name on her lips said like that made this worse. He did not want to like this female.

“Ask me my name,” she said.

He swallowed hard. A ray of sunlight struck her face and her eyes shone, not brown like he’d thought, but green and gold. A thought shook him awake. She was playing him again, testing his resolve. He leaned toward her on one hip, halving the distance.

“You’re missing the view.”


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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Yes, God!

Someone proclaiming themselves a "godless" parent retweeted one of my books the other day, and beneath their name they'd penned the motto, "Happily Raising Atheist Children". I admit this floored me.

Setting their parental values aside, can you really be happy without God? Exploring this thought further, I mentally removed from my day anything that involves my Christian beliefs.

No prayer. Anytime something goes wrong, no need to ask for help because no one is listening but me.

No thanksgiving. Since I'm only reliant on me, I need only thank myself for whatever good I accomplish. Even you didn't have to help me, and I didn't have to accept it.

No rules. Since we're not believing in God, then toss out the Ten Commandments and any Biblical standards I hold. Pursuing this further, this makes all laws and commandments entirely up to my whim. You can tell me not to do something, but I don't necessarily have to listen to you.

There's only medical science. Since there's no prayer, whenever I get sick, I'm limited to what doctors know (or don't know). If they can't solve it then, oh well ...

I only make what I earn. I have to survive in this economy based solely on my own efforts. Nothing will come to me without I've worked my tokus off to acquire it.

As if all of that isn't bad enough, now, I can toss out Christmas. That is a holiday strictly about lights and trees. It has no purpose other than a once a year remembrance of the poor.

There's no Easter except for chocolate and bunnies laying eggs. No Resurrection play, because that's just a touching story.

No church service, because there's nothing to worship.
 
No worship - toss out hundreds of years of hymns and any song with any reference to God. This means we can shut down the entire Christian music industry. I mean, why bother when you're not actually believing in something that exists?

And along that same line, stop producing Christian books and materials. Fiction or nonfiction, it doesn't matter. If it centers around God, then it's worthless.

Remove any reference to "God" in the public arena. No "in God we trust" on your coins and dollars. No "I'd like to thank God" from anyone receiving any kind of award. No "acts of God" on the news. No, "God bless America" or England or Europe.

No "God bless you". You sneezed. Get over it.

Remove any miracles ever done in the past. We must now explain away anything that's ever happened out of the ordinary. God couldn't have done it because, once again, there isn't one.

There's no angels watching over you. If you fall, you're down for the count.

If there's no angels, then there's no spiritual beings of any kind, so no demons, no ghosts, no paranormal activity, no psychics. You can't have the Darkness if you're not going to embrace the Light.

This means the fact you're on drugs and at the bottom is entirely your fault. No one put you there. There was no devil leading you astray. You can point the finger at yourself.

If you die you die, and then it's all done because there's no heaven. Not for you. Not for your child that passed away at an early age. They were simply snuffed out. Gone.

There's no God, so we must rewrite history and remove any reference to religion. No one anywhere ever believed in anything. No Martin Luther. No Mother Theresa. No Muhammad or Buddha. No Reverend anybody.

Close religious schools. Shut down the churches, mosques, and synagogues, and everybody go home because I believe in nothing!

Friends, I don't know about you, but I'm now depressed, not happy. Without God, my life sucks, plain and simple. Without God, my future sucks, my children's future sucks, and the entire existence of the world has just been reduced to an accident where an amoeba decided to grow legs.

Truth is, there is no joy without God, and by removing Him from your life, you've excluded him from everyone else out there. You've just created a hopeless existence, altered history, and bankrupted nations.

You've given people for eons of time nothing to stand for, no reason to get up in the morning. You've eliminated Catholics and Jews, Christians and Islamists. If my God doesn't exist, then neither does theirs. No Buddism. No Hinduism.

No faith by anyone anywhere at anytime. That is, after all, what defines being an atheist. Godless. Not a living God, not a stone god, not a false god. No god at all.

In fact, remove the word "god" from the dictionary world over. Since there isn't one, we don't need it.

Seems to me that's incredibly wrong and impossible and foolish. Happiness only comes when you believe in Someone who you know is listening. Who will hear when you pray. Will heal you when you're sick. Will provide for you, despite all the odds. Will whisper encouragement in your ear, through the words of a book or a friend or a song because the same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead dwells in you and in me. (Rm 8:11)

There is our joy found. There where, despite what it looks like around us, despite what one person on a social network may profess they believe, God still exists.

God who was and is and is to come. (Rev. 4:8) The Alpha and Omega. The beginning and the end. The first and the last. (Rev 22:13)



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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Graphic Design 101

There are a number of mistakes I see people commonly make with fonts on book titles:  word spacing, letter spacing, line spacing, outlining, and shadowing. There is also poor color choice, and the over-usage of common fonts.

For today’s example, I’m going to use the title of my best-selling YA story, ME & TIMOTHY COOPER. I have started by putting it as black text on a white background on two lines. My font is Arial, a standard computer font.




There’s a number of things wrong with this look. One, the lines are too far apart. Here’s your first tip:

1. You do not have to type two-lines of text in the same text window. I almost always use separate text boxes with multiple lines of text. Then I can space them however and wherever I want.





This looks better, but still, so far as text style, it’s incrediblyboring. So here’s a second key:

2. You don’t have to use standard computer fonts. There are TONS of free unique fonts out there. Branch out. Also, don’t limit yourself to only one font on a book cover. I’ll use three or four most times – two or three for the title, one for my name, etc.

Plus, I don’t always use the same font between letters. The “M” in “Me” can be one font. The “e” another. The “T” in “Timothy” a third, and so on. I can use separate text boxes for each of these.

I do this A LOT with cursive fonts. Often, I don’t like the uppercase letters, so I’ll substitute with one that looks better. Take a look at the letter L in several fonts, and you’ll see what I mean.





3. Using different fonts, also enables me to fix letter spacing. This is a particular problem in cursive fonts. If we look at the word “Love” typed all in one text window using one font, in this case, Brock Script, it looks okay, but the L is a little far from the "ove".



Let’s separate the letters. Using the same font but two text boxes, look at the change in results.




This also enabled me to change the letter size between the “L” and the “ove.” I’m not restricted to the same height or width from the capital to the lower case. This technique gives you infinite possibilities.

Along this line, look at the final result of ME & TIMOTHY COOPER. I wanted the title to fit on the boy’s shirt. I also wanted it to look like a girl’s handwriting, so I used two separate fonts in three separate text windows: “Me &” is one; “Timothy” is the second; “Cooper” is the third. All these were independent of each other, and this allowed me to adjust the spacing as I desired.

Notice, also, I didn’t leave “Me &” horizontal, but angled it some. Don’t feel you always have to have your text level and centered.



4. This next point is my pet peeve. Outlining. I’m just going to state it up front. HEAVY OUTLINING LOOKS UNPROFESSIONAL. (The following example makes me cringe.)




I get the purpose, to help the text stand out on a busy background, but with only minor exceptions almost 100% of the time it looks cheap and tacky. There are other ways to place text on a busy background without the use of outlining, so just make the point to avoid it entirely.

5. Shadowing is a super way to highlight text. And here’s a good point: Don’t limit yourself to black or gray shadows. On the cover for Love & Roses, I used pink and green. I also spaced the shadows way out from the letters to give a double effect. (Notice, once again the text isn’t level and horizontal, but tilted, going back to my previous point.)

I’d much rather use shadowing than outlining any day. If I find myself forced to use outlining, I make it more transparent, lowering the opacity to about 30%.




6. My final point on fonts involves color. Certain color combinations do NOT work. Red text on black background, for one. It’s too harsh on the eyes. I like to match the color of the text to the photos I’m using. With only a few exceptions, I’m not going to have a red/gold image with blue text, or a blue/yellow image with red text. The color of the font can make or break the effect you’re going for.

I glean font ideas by viewing book covers done by other artists. Doing this, I’ve learned what I hate as well as what I like. Below are a few of my own covers with more complicated font choices.


 This cover has five fonts. The "And" is a font as is the swirly to the left of my name. I have seven text boxes: "The Life Times Of"; "And"; "L" in Lucas; "ucas McGilley"; "A Young Adult Novella", my name, and the swirly.



Here, there are three fonts:  "Love After" ""Snowfall" and my name. Notice, how I overlapped "Love After" and "Snowfall". I could do this because I used separate text boxes.




 Glass isn't a font color at all, but a texture created from a JPG image. I did this using Photoshop. You see this also in the cover for my book, SUIT.

I hope you found this helpful. Too look through other covers I've done, both for myself and other authors, visit my blog.



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Sunday, April 6, 2014

Sunday Photographs

The days have warmed, with the occasional rain shower, bringing out the spring flowers from the soil and greening up the grass. Morning fog claims the landscape, to peel back to blue skies and 80 degree (F) temps.

Enjoy this week's pics.

Sunrise 4-1-2014 photo 500-DSC_0556_zps4aceb4b2.jpg

Amaryllis 4-3-2014 photo 500-DSC_0666_zps7e8fb59d.jpg

Wildflowers 4-3-2014 photo 500-DSC_0642_zps597f6f42.jpg

Horse 4-3-2014 photo 500-DSC_0635_zps75f637f2.jpg

Ladies' Tresses Orchids
Ladies' Tresses Orchid 4-3-2014 photo 500-DSC_0624_zpse58a7bd1.jpg

Ladies' Tresses Orchid 4-3-2014 photo 500-DSC_0630_zps459b611a.jpg




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Saturday, April 5, 2014

Story Saturdays

First, enter to WIN a $20 Amazon gift card by posting a link to your new review this week of one of my YA (young adult) books over on the Christian Fiction Books blog.

Need to know what books those are? All the sales links can be found on my blog.

Also, stroll over to The Old Stone Wall and enter the giveaway of the children's book, "Archibald and the Fiery Furnace." A super cute story with vivid pictures!

Next, Book 4 of The Italian Series is now available for purchase at Amazon. Only $2.99 SAY IT WITH FLOWERS features Benito Bottari. You won't want to miss it. Only one book left in the series!

Also, don't forget to download your copy of WINGS (Paranormal Romance #1) while it's only 99 cents. The price goes up after Easter! Available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, an KOBO.

 This week's excerpts come from a historical fiction story I hope to finish in the next couple days, DOWN FALL, and the final book in the Italian Series, PLAY IT FOR ME. Available in a couple months!

Enjoy!



“You’ll have to take your shirt off, so I can see the damage. But first, we must remove the splinter.” She proceeded to pluck the shard of wood and set it aside, then gently pried the slit fabric from his skin. She motioned toward his collar. “Go ahead.”

But he hesitated, curling his fingers into a fist. He shouldn’t.

“I’ve seen a man’s chest before,” she said. “Yours won’t be the first.”

At this, he loosened the top button, proceeding downward until his shirt gapped open. He shrugged it off one shoulder, and she sucked in her breath, the sound rapid, involuntary, followed by the flare of her nostrils and spread of her lashes.

Time suspended. Standing there, face to face, he lost himself, drinking in the palpitation at the base of her throat, the tendril of hair curling over her temple, the supple scent of her skin. She said nothing and made no move to tend his arm. The trickle of blood on the wound congealed.

A spell. They were under some sort of spell cast by circumstance and fate. But the timing was wrong. The situation inappropriate. And impossible.



The entire city seemed perfectly painted across the span of the horizon, as if this apartment in this building were placed here for that very reason. Even the highway she’d just traveled was poetic, the rush of red taillights, ballet.

 “No wonder …” No wonder he didn’t leave. With those windows, he owned the town.

Mesmerized, she lost herself in the pace of the city, in the flash and sparkle of a million lights and the slow, blinking pace of an airplane descending from the black sky behind distant high rises. The town’s ethereal glow captured everything, encapsulating it, dreamlike.

“Magnificent, isn’t it?”

Whirling, Kati faced the tall shape on the far side, her breath fleeing.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

He walked further into the room, and her lungs compressed. He was the invalid? But he was young and healthy and … extremely handsome.




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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Hold On, God ...

Welcome to the game of life! I'm your announcer, Ina Middle, and have here with me my fellow commentator, Les N. Half.

In the left-hand corner, sporting the blue trunks, we have John Doe. John is a married, father of two, whose hobbies are complaining about his problems and blaming others for anything that goes wrong.

John is new to the game, but shows a lot of potential. Let's give him a hand!

Wow, John is popular, Les.

Yes, seems that way, Ina. But we must address the opponent. Standing in the opposite corner, wearing white trunks, we have the Savior of mankind, Jesus Christ.

Oh, come now, viewers, this is the Man who won the ultimate fight over death, hell, and the grave. I think for that He deserves a little more consideration.

Tough crowd tonight, Ina.

Yes, Les, it is, but this should be a good one because we have the ultimate referee, the Father of Christianity, the Creator of the Universe, the One who wrote the rules ...




.... WAIT. What?

God as umpire? I think not.

God is not some neutral arbitrator placed there to watch while you stumble around, making lousy decisions.

God wasn't hired by some outside force because He happens to know the rules.Nor is the fight you're in against the Man who died to save your soul.

It's also not your job to police the public or Hollywood or government, no matter how frustrated/misinformed you are about what's on the screen.Christians are some of the quickest people to take offense that I know.

Stop it, and get the facts straight, folks, because you look like a fool, swinging your fists in mid air. You're the rat in the wheel never moving out of place and yet running as fast as you can.

God is not there "just in case" we need Him. Nor can we make our own game and limit God, the Creator of the universe, to the occasional whistle call.

You do that and you'll find yourself out of the game because that's your final move, the one that'll have you blind to the real danger and thus, completely knocked out. Which is ridiculous when He's already given you the championship to start with.



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Sunday, March 30, 2014

Sunday Photographs

Spring has finally arrived and the early season flowers are blooming. Enjoy!

Iris
Iris 3-24-2014 photo 500-DSC_0499_zps5522a7cd.jpg

Iris
Iris 3-24-2014 photo 500-DSC_0506_zps5a49b7d7.jpg

Male Green Anole
Male Green Anole 3-25-2014 photo 500-DSC_0524_zpsed8cf2c8.jpg

Amaryllis
Amaryllis 3-25-2014 photo 500-DSC_0515_zps40647b9b.jpg

Gladiolus
Gladiolus 3-27-2014 photo 500-DSC_0555_zps0c00b3de.jpg

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow
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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Story Saturday

FINALLY, Book 4 of the Italian Series will be released next week. SAY IT WITH FLOWERS tells the story of Benito Bottari. I'm already over halfway into Book 5 (the final book) so it shouldn't be too far behind. It's super special, just to tease you.


She sighed, the sound long, and returned her head to his shoulder. He held her there, and for one moment chose to pretend it was all right. For one moment.

And then the truth returned. She was engaged to someone else, and he had no place in it except to deliver the flowers.

His heart shoved into his throat.

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Benito Bottari fell in love the moment Arabella Howland walked in the door of his florist shop. However, her pending nuptials stand in the way.

It seems happiness is forbidden him again, and he must watch another woman leave with someone else.

Until a warning spoken by her best friend tells him all is not as it seems. Arabella’s in grave danger, and it’s up to him to stop it.

The beautiful tale of a man’s deepest love for the right woman by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.


Also...

I finished writing two YA this week. They're your excerpts today. Enjoy!



“Go out with me,” he said.

“Okay.”

“I’m crazy about you.”

She smiled and reached for his face, her fingertips dusting his jaw. His hand fell to a place between her shoulder blades.

“I’m crazy about you, too,” she said. “I don’t have to spend days with you to know how great you are.”

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Stuck at the grocery store with no way to get home, September Blessing accepts the only help available – that of cute bag handler, James Davis. After all, he went to Ferris High, has a job, and seems nice.

But a day later, a string of unforeseen circumstances and the start of a horrible rumor tears their true love apart. It looks like the only way for them to be together will be by telling a little white lie.

However, lies have a way of multiplying, and soon, the fiction they’ve created threatens to split them up, once and for all.

A story about the power of telling the truth from best-selling young adult author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.



He could do this. He could stand up on his own. For Arden because she needed him, and for once, he wouldn’t think of himself. A grunt expelled from his lips with his efforts, and upright, bobbling, he caught Arden’s eye.

“Gabriel …”

She stepped his way, but he waved her off.

“No. I’m going to do this.” He gripped the back of his chair, firming his stance. “I’m going to be the shoulder you can cry on,” he said. “Not the stupid boy in the chair.”

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Gabriel Allen wants to die. After the loss of his leg, there seems to be no reason to move on.

Until he meets Arden Vargus. A glimpse at her private pain finally wakes him up to the hope standing right in front of him. Her.

Only problem is she doesn’t believe he cares for her or that anything she’s said applies to herself. And that might just be the one thing he needs to show her she’s wrong.

A tender short story by best-selling young adult author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS, of the healing power of love.



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