Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Do It For Your Children

The father of the righteous shall greatly rejoice: and he that begetteth a wise child shall have joy of him. Thy father and thy mother shall be glad, and she that bare thee shall rejoice. (Proverbs 23:24-25)

Why do we do this to our children?

Why do we stuff them into box, determined to make them what we think they should be? Our carbon copy. Our duplicate. Walk in my steps.

That's all well and good until your child likes something you don't. Then what?

Society as a whole is just as guilty. Kids should go to school this many years. Attend college that many years. Get a certain job. Work a certain way. Have a certain retirement. Marry the perfect person. Have two and three-quarter kids.

Who says?

So often the pressure they feel is of our own making. Why can't my daughter, your son, his grandchild, her niece be exactly who God has for them to be?

What if God's plan for his or her life doesn't follow the schedule you've set up for them? What if you wake up one day and they do something so far outside of anything you've ever expected and you find yourself looking back amazed?

What if?

We should free them to follow their dreams, to live within godly rules, listen to godly wisdom, learn to pray and believe and stand in faith, but at the same time do whatever it is He has planned, not us. We should stop looking down our noses because she doesn't go to classes or he decides to work there instead of here.

You don't realize you're doing it to them, but you are.

The truth is, it's okay to be an introvert, an extrovert, an outsider, an insider. God can work with whatever personality you gave them. He can protect them, fulfill them, impel them. He can mold whatever they are into a vessel fit for His use and blow your mind with their potential.

He did it with you. So you do it for them.


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Suzanne D. Williams  
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Monday, July 29, 2013

Grace Awards Summer Book Tour

Grace Awards is launching us off into summer with a great set of books!

The launch started off with Tracy Krauss' WIND OVER MARSHDALE. This book won a Grace Award this past spring.

For the second stop on the tour, I have THE LIFE AND TIMES OF LUCAS MCGILLEY, still hot off the presses, but already receiving 5-star reviews.


★★★★★ "A quick, enjoyable read about young love, love at first sight, family, family values, and so much more" * "Suzanne did a great job in showing us how sweet and innocent young love can be." * "Pulls on the Heart Strings"

ONLY 99 CENTS for a limited time, at both Amazon and Barnes & Noble. All my available titles can be found on my blog, including purchase links for the UK.

I've shared two excerpts of this story recently, be sure to check them out!


“Go ahead and plan to leave,” Lucas said. “Hold onto your ticket. I’ll even drive you to the train. But I’ll do it with Sam and John and Charles and Will. With Marcus and James. Even with Jesse. And you’ll have to look us all in the eye as you board and decide what’s more valuable to you. Your plans in Atlanta. Your friend, Christine, who I’m sure is great. Or ten people who love you.”


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The second of eight boys, Lucas McGilley spent his youth pulling pranks. Yet growing up comes hard, and he’s learned his lesson. Or so he thinks.

Then Iris Willow shows up for the summer, and along comes love, strife, and a terrible family secret. He needs her now, more than he’s ever thought possible.

But can he convince her to stay, or will she catch the train and be gone forever?

From the author of best-selling novella, ME & TIMOTHY COOPER, comes another young adult romance of first love and the importance of family.

1.     That’s an unusual title, what inspired it?

I woke up early one morning with that title in my head. I saw it like a headline. I am a graphic artist as well as a writer, so initially it came to me like the top of a newspaper. But when I made the book cover later, I decided to use a couple instead and give the title an old-fashioned headline effect.

2.    Where did the storyline come from?

The storyline was originally a historical fiction. But because contemporary YA sells so well, I changed it. This enabled me to use a modern young couple on the cover and to include things like trucks and cell phones. But it keeps it’s “country” feel somewhat. I am a native Floridian and love to include descriptions of the landscape and lifestyle I am so familiar with in my books. This was the first YA I’ve written that I could really indulge myself in that and it still be contemporary.

3.    What was the most difficult part of writing this story?

Remembering all those brothers – Jesse, Lucas, Marcus, James, William, Charles, John, and Sam.

I try to make each story unique in some way. Lucas being one of eight boys is definitely unique, but add in the challenge of having so many names in the text, giving each of them a personality, and the rapport brothers in a large family would have with each other, and I had to stop and think…a lot. Sam’s my favorite brother next to Lucas. Lucas, being the troublemaker, I needed a brother who’d continually stir the pot, so to speak, and he became it.

Here’s an unusual fact about the book, my editor is herself a mom of five boys, so she identified with the feel of the family, and that was a huge help to me in finalizing the story.

4.    Iris Willow is a strange name. What’s her part in the story?

I love naming characters. As a mom, I personally tried to give my daughter a normal name. After all, I grew up having to explain “Suzanne.” But when it comes to books, I can indulge myself and choose things outside of the box. In Iris’ case, I asked a friend to name a flower, completely at random, and then a tree. I then put them together. It was that simple.

It being a YA romance, I had to have a girl in the story, and since the story is set in a small town way off the road, it made sense to bring her in from the outside, where she’d be unfamiliar with the area. It also seemed a good idea she not be used to a large family, and that created the problems between she and Lucas, her reluctance to get involved, and the mystery of why exactly she was there.

5.    What do you love about writing YA?

The innocence of it, two young people first falling in love, and the thrill that brings to the heart and the mind. The older I get, the more I appreciate this.

I never set out to be a YA writer, and actually, write many other romance titles, but it’s the YA that I always come back to, which brings me the most joy and feedback. As a Christian writer, I add Bible morality into each story as well. Some have more of a Christian theme than others, but all have foundational truths behind them.

No one person’s life is perfect, and I try to reflect that in the mistakes and foibles of the characters, and write what’s best for that particular tale because what works for one doesn’t work for another. Yet when all is said and done, love always triumphs because that, after all, is romance.



Here's the rest of the tour:

Mon. Aug 5 - Barbara Brink, ENTANGLED
Mon, Aug 12 ~ Naomi Musch,  PAINT ME ALTHENA
Mon, Aug 19 ~ Marcy Dyer,  OUT FOR BLOOD
Mon, Aug 26 ~ Nike Chillemi,  DARKEST HOUR
Mon, Sept 2 ~ DeEtteBeckstead,  VICTORY                          
Mon, Sept 9 ~ JanalynVoigt,  DAWNSINGER                           
Mon, Sept 16 ~ Kenneth Winters, THE LOST CROWN OF COLONNADE
Mon, Sept 23 ~ BJ Robinson, LAST RESORT
Mon, Sept 30 ~ Laura J.Marshall   , A HEART'S HOME
Mon. Oct 7 - Tammy Doherty, CELTIC KNOT  

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Suzanne D. Williams  
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Sunday Photographs

Here's this week's 365 Project photographs. To see any you've missed, visit my Photobucket album.

Day 202, Longtail Skipper
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Day 203, Zinnia
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Day 204, Damselfly
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Day 205, Grasshopper
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Day 206, Window in the Clouds
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Day 207, Gulf Fritillary Butterfly
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Day 208, My Succulent Garden
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Suzanne D. Williams  
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Story Saturdays - The Girl In The Pink Bikini

Today's except comes from a WIP (work in progress) entitled THE GIRL IN THE PINK BIKINI. 


Coralee Pirtle simply wants  show up at the swim party in a bikini - for once. She's eighteen, a legal adult, and has every right. Problem is, she doesn't own one. 

So despite all the preaching her mom has done on modesty growing up, she sets out to purchase the perfect swimsuit. But that means getting a job and going behind her parents' back. It'll be worth it, she thinks.

In this scene, she decides to apply at the hardware store. After all, how hard can it be?

EXCERPT:

I hate swim parties. Hate with a capital “h”. Because every time I’m invited I know my mom will make me wear that florescent orange thing that all but covers my eyes. My friends either laugh at me or give me pity, and I want neither one. So when Megan Dairy invited me to her beach party I determined this year I’d be in style. Some way. Somehow.
But I’d have to be stealthy to pull it off, and that meant telling a little white lie. I didn’t condone lying, frowned on it, in fact, but in the face of becoming the world’s biggest fool, a lie seemed the best way to go. Therefore, I ignored the voice in my head saying this was wrong and set out to acquire the perfect bikini.
It had to be a bikini because that’s what the other girls would wear, though the speech I’d heard my entire life echoed in my head along with the Scripture that accompanied it. The one about women and modest apparel. But I didn’t get that. How could what’s immodest for me not be immodest for Megan? Her mom didn’t care. Her mom bought her a new one every year and they were always little and tight and revealing. I simply wanted something in two pieces that’d show off my belly button. And maybe a little cleavage. Just enough to make Roger Keen look my way.
Roger Keen. The very thought of him made me swoon. Tall, dark, and handsome with crystalline blue eyes, he was my romantic ideal. Of course, currently, he didn’t look at me any different from the fence post. Yet I was going to change that, and having the right bikini was key.
However, this presented an additional problem. To buy the right bikini I needed cash, and I decided the right way to come up with that was not by asking my mom for it because that would add stealing on top of lying. No way was I stealing. That’d send the flames of hell burning the soles of my feet, and I was not living with that.
Which meant I’d have to earn it. Currently, I didn’t have a job. I’d lazed about since graduation mostly warming the couch and the keys of my computer, much to my parents chagrin, and developed every excuse in the book for my unemployment. Too early. Too hard. Too far. No transportation. I heard they don’t pay much. I can’t possibly do that. All legitimate reasons that I must lay aside for the sake of the right swimsuit.
It’d be worth it. I was sure. So I set out one afternoon determined to find employment, something light and easy, something I could quit once I’d made my first paycheck, and wandered in and out of every clothing store on the strip until I ended up in front of the shop at the end. The hardware store.
Hardware. I stood there contemplating the fact I was a girl and this was a man’s world, the fact I didn’t fit in, then sucked in my gut and opened the door. How hard could it be to sell nuts and bolts? I wasn’t dumb, so what I didn’t know I could learn. Plus, there was a help wanted sign on the window glass. This was a positive and more hope than I’d gotten at the other twelve places.
I wound my way down the narrow, disorganized aisles to a glass counter in the back and rang a small hand bell beside the cash register. Two well-used swinging doors flapped open and a man in his sixties appeared.
“May I help you?”
He had a kind face like my grandpa, lined and wrinkled with a rather pointy nose and piercing gray eyes.
“I saw your sign. About the job?” I asked.
He seemed to contemplate that, looking me over. “Any experience?”
Well, now, the answer was no. But I’d already discovered saying no got me no-where.
“Sure,” I said. “But it depends on what experiences you’re talking about.”
This made him chuckle. He shook his head and wiped a knuckle down his nose. “Spunk. I like that,” he said. “You any good at organizing?”
“I’m female ain’t I?”
Again, he laughed.
“Plus,” I added. “I’ll work for peanuts.”
This was apparently the right thing to say because he extended his hand. “What’s your name, little girl?”
“Coralee,” I replied. “Coralee Pirtle.”
“Pirtle the Turtle?” came a voice from the back.
Oh, I saw red. I knew that voice, had heard it since second grade, the first class we’d had together, and no way was he working here, too. But no sooner had I thought that then the same two doors swung wide, and there he stood.
I narrowed my gaze. “Roman Avery.”
He grinned and strode over to me. “Pirtle the Turtle. I thought you were …”
Hauling back my fist, I let it fly, the inner part of me glorying in the smack of my knuckles against his cheek, the slight crunch of his nose, and the fountain of blood that sprayed across the counter all over my shirt.
Roman bowed over, clutching his face, a string of curse words flying, and the old man behind the counter pinched hold of his ear and twisted it into a coil. This sent Roman squealing like a pig. “Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. I’m sorry, Grandpa. I didn’t mean it, but she punched me. Honest, it was just a gut reaction.”
Grandpa? I stared at him my eyes wide, my fingers smarting from my swing, and watched my career in hardware go up in smoke. I’d blown it this time and blown it big. Never mind, I was still happy to have punched Roman Avery. I’d punched Roman Avery in front of his Grandpa.
I gulped and wiped my now sweaty palm on my black slacks. “I guess I should go,” I said. Go and quick and never come back in here before I get sued or arrested or something.
Grandpa Avery, his fingers still clutching Roman’s ear, turned his gaze my way. “Are you kidding?” he asked. “After that, you’re hired. Welcome to the family, Coralee.”



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Suzanne D. Williams  
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Stop Wasting My Time

For ye have heard of my conversation in time past in the Jews' religion, how that beyond measure I persecuted the church of God, and wasted it: and profited in the Jews' religion above many my equals in mine own nation, being more exceedingly zealous of the traditions of my fathers. But when it pleased God, who separated me from my mother's womb, and called me by his grace, to reveal his Son in me. (Gal 1:13-16)

I have no time for religion, for that Pharisaical side of Christianity that isn't Christianity at all. For separation from the true walk of Christ, that of love and mercy and grace to one of condemnation, judgment, and blame.

I have no time for the rules and regulations of man that say I cannot be what God has placed in me because this man says so or that women didn't like it. When the truth is the Greater One lives within me, and He equips those He sends. (1Jn 4:4)

I have no time for those who don't know where I've been, what I've done, or how far God has brought me. If you've walked in my shoes an inch, then walk in them a mile. I'd rather hang with the Samaritan who'll bind my wounds than those who'd cause them. (Lk 10:33)

I have no time for the pressures of life, for stress and conflict and dread and disarray. Not when Christ has provided me peace and safety and blessing. (Jn 14:27)

So stop wasting my time.

And instead make time for prayer and thanksgiving. Purity. Holiness. Forgiveness. Meekness. Humility. Courage. Resolve. Honesty. Compassion. Righteousness.

Walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise. (Eph 5:15) Worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of God (Col 1:10) In wisdom (Col 4:5) In fellowship. (1Jn 1:7) In light. (Eph 5:8) In truth. (3Jn 1:4)

For we're running out of time, so let's stop blowing what little of it we have with petty differences, with reprobation and reproof, and determine not to shove our fist down someone else's throat, but lead them to the cross. As a lamb. (Mt 18:13) Not a bully. With supplications to the Father on their behalf, instead of cattle prods.

Let's look past the mote in our own eye in enough time to realize our lamp has gone out and relight the flame that waits for the Bridegroom to come. (Mt 7:3;Mt 25:1) A flame that lights the city so that those who need Christ will come, not being forced, but because what we have is so much better than anything else. (Mt 5:14)


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Suzanne D. Williams  
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Sunday Photographs

This week's photographs come from my 365 project and also my recent vacation. My husband, daughter, and I took a driving trip around our state, stopping to see some of the sights we've heard about and never visited. We returned home four days later, exhausted, but with great memories of lovely places, good food, and, of course, some of the more unusual sides of humanity - an eight foot chicken comes to mind as well as a restaurant advertising a "Peanut Butter Bacon Cheeseburger". No, we didn't stop.

To view my complete album of 365 project photoraphs, visit my Photobucket.
You can also see my vacation images there.

Day 196, Crabs, Cedar Key, Florida
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Day 197, Whitetail Deer Doe, Manatee Springs Park, Florida
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Day 198, St. Augustine Lighthouse
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Day 199, Silver Springs
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Day 200, Ginger
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Day 201, Rain Drops
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Suzanne D. Williams  
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Story Saturdays - The Life And Times Of Lucas McGilley

Today's excerpt is from my newest YA release, THE LIFE AND TIMES OF LUCAS MCGILLEY. Available today at Amazon for only 99 CENTS (and soon at Barnes & Noble.)

I featured this story here on the blog before. That piece was from Chapter 1 and can be read online.

“Go ahead and plan to leave,” Lucas said. “Hold onto your ticket. I’ll even drive you to the train. But I’ll do it with Sam and John and Charles and Will. With Marcus and James. Even with Jesse. And you’ll have to look us all in the eye as you board and decide what’s more valuable to you. Your plans in Atlanta. Your friend, Christine, who I’m sure is great. Or ten people who love you.”

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The second of eight boys, Lucas McGilley spent his youth pulling pranks. Yet growing up comes hard, and he’s learned his lesson. Or so he thinks.

Then Iris Willow shows up for the summer, and along comes love, strife, and a terrible family secret. He needs her now, more than he’s ever thought possible.

But can he convince her to stay, or will she catch the train and be gone forever?

From the author of best-selling novella, ME & TIMOTHY COOPER, comes another young adult romance of first love and the importance of family.
  
This scene comes from the beginning of chapter 3. After seeing Lucas' brother torment him with stories of his past, she's taken it on herself to offer comfort. Something it seems he doesn't want.


EXCERPT:

Lucas’ torment wreathed its way into my soul. How could his family let him leave like that? Didn’t they see how they’d hurt him?
I cast a look around the table over faces so much alike and stood to my feet. My napkin fell from my lap into the floor. “I’m sorry. I … I have to go,” I said, aware how lame it sounded, and I dashed from the room toward the receding echo of Lucas’ plodding feet.
A blast of sticky evening air hit my face through the open front door. Lucas halted there, his hand on the knob.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“To talk.” My heart pattered reckless in my chest. Could be he didn’t want to talk to me and I shoulda stayed seated.
“This isn’t your business.”
I was right then; he didn’t. But I forced my head up higher ‘cause here I was. “Maybe that makes me the best person to tell it to.”
Lucas spun around and edged onto the porch. “Might as well,” he said. “It can’t get worse.”
I hesitated. That didn’t sound like much of an invite.
He leaned his elbow on the railing. “Here you are on the first day, and already you know half the horrible things I’ve done. Maybe that’s why you came, to be some conscience for me.”
His words stung, and I winced in their backlash. “Please, let me explain.”
He faced forward into the rapidly fading light, not looking at me. “Go ahead,” he said.
I drifted to his side. “I don’t know what it’s like to have family. It’s always been just me and Aunt Claire. So I can’t identify with having brothers that know all your secrets, but I understand being the person talked about.”
He glanced at me, but the shadows hid his face.
“And I’m just as guilty as them anyhow,” I confessed. “I already told you I’d decided what you would be like. I mean, look at me, I’ve never been outside Atlanta, and now, here I am miles from anywhere in a town the size of a city block. That’s why I was mad.”
“Why are you telling me this?” he asked.
I pushed my hair off my neck and over my shoulder, startled to see Lucas’ gaze follow the motion of my hand. “I have nothing to hide,” I said.
“Unlike me.” He flicked his wrist. “Forget I said that. I have no right to take out my frustrations on you.”
“You have every right. I’m no porcelain doll that will break because you speak to me. Furthermore, your family shouldn’t have grilled you like that. Don’t tell me in a house full of boys, you’re the only one who’s pulled a prank.”
He laughed softly. “You’re a piece of work. You know that?”
His laughter made my insides flutter.
“I think my original description of you fits,” he said. “You’re my conscience come to life to set me straight.”
But, no, I wasn’t. I sought to correct him. “I’m only Iris,” I said, “with no special powers.”
And his eyes became bottomless pools, his smile fleeing away. He leaned in toward me, and I inhaled the musky smell of his skin and tasted the warmth of his breath, my mind spinning circles.
“Iris Willow,” he said quietly, as if testing my name on his tongue. “I’m not sure I believe you.”
His transparent expression made it impossible for me to move, and his husky tone enhanced it, so my hands on the porch rail, I simply stood there.
He released the pressure between us by straightening. “Tell me,” he said. “What fuels you, having traveled all these miles to stay with people you don’t know, to think you should follow me out here and fix things?”
“Fix things?” I asked.
“Isn’t that what you’re doing?”
“No.” I let the word sit between us. I wasn’t trying to fix anything, only let him know someone understands.
“It seems that way to me.”
I exhaled and it pulled the life right out of me. “I apologize for overstepping,” I said. I was beginning to see I was wrong in following him. “I just thought ... thought if you were my brother, then I would apologize ….”
“So we’re like brothers to you. Is that it?”
I considered his words. “Girls have dreams,” I said, “and lonely girls have even bigger dreams than usual. We think about all the things we want for the future and all the things we might have had. Many times I’ve pictured myself as part of a family, thought about what it’d be like to have other people around me, so I guess I just … reacted.”
He reclined against the porch post, his face turned my way. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“About brothers?”
He nodded.
My voice faltered. “Would … would that upset you?”
It must. Why else would he ask? I had no right to be here, no right to fix anything. I bit my lip. How had I gone from not wanting to speak to him earlier to defending him from his family? It was like me to be rash, to not think this out.
“What upsets me right now, here, tonight is you,” he said.
My eyes stung at his words. “I’m … sorry,” I choked. Shivering, I rubbed my arms and turned aside, the truth whisking through me. I’d blown it. A few hours here and I’d relaxed my guard, thinking things wouldn’t be so bad; when at the bottom of everything, things were exactly how I’d thought they’d be from the start. The McGilleys were simply tolerating me.
How was I supposed to make it through the summer knowing that?
The moon arose, a silver disc hung in the midst of great blackness. Lost in its glow, I didn’t hear Lucas approach.
“Iris.” His voice came low and quiet in my ear. “You’ve misunderstood me.”
I jumped in place. “H-have I?” I didn’t think so. He’d seemed clear enough.
“How about we start over and tell the truth this time?”
My voice shook. “What is the truth?”
He laid a hand on my shoulder, his palm warm and firm, and turned me around. “You don’t want a brother, and I don’t want a sister.”

 
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Suzanne D. Williams  
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Sunday Photographs

Here's this week's 365 project photographs. If you missed any from past weeks, they can all be viewed at my Photobucket.

Day 188, Daylily
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Day 189, Limpkin
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Day 190, Swamp Rabbit
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Day 191, Hibiscus
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Day 192, Gulf Fritillary Butterfly
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Day 193, Monarch Butterfly
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Day 194, Sunrise
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Day 195, Crepe Myrtle
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Suzanne D. Williams  
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Story Saturdays - The Stuff Stories Are Made Of

You never know what a story is made of. LOVE & REDEMPTION was birthed out of the short-lived TV show, The Finder. The thought that the girl, Willa Monday, would be forced to marry a boy she didn't want to gave me the original seed thought. 

The story behind my latest time-travel romance novel, FOR ETERNITY, came from Dana Pratola's book Descended ~ Jett. She took paranormal romance and made it Christian and riveting, and I had to make my own try. My YA books came about after writing a particularly hard storyline in the Irish Series. Frankly, I was burnt. So the lighthearted plot of ME & TIMOTHY COOPER was a bit of a relaxation for me. When it began to sell well, I went on to write the next and the next.

Books are spurned from photographs - I'm a sucker for a great pic. PAINTED BRIDE is an example. I saw the beautiful white dress, the clean image and had to use it. The tattoos came about on a whim. Let's give her personality. Stories also come from the comments of others or one liners I pick up on the net. The first fiction I ever wrote, The Amanda Series, started because someone posted the remark, "No good story starts with someone eating a salad." Hence, It All Began With A Salad.


Just this week, a friend posted a picture of a girl in a "modest" swimsuit. The poor girl in the picture was dressed head to toe in what looked like tights and a dress. And I had to write a story about a girl who gets her first bikini.

Here's the opening sentences:

I hate swim parties. Hate with a capital “h”. Because every time I'm invited I know my mom will make me wear that florescent orange thing that covers all but my eyes. My friends either laugh at me or give me pity, and I want neither one.

Knowing ideas can come from anywhere, out of what I call the "fodder" of life, is part of what keeps me going. Sure, I have a lot of projects on my calendar, but that's what makes things interesting. I never know what's around the corner, what might pop up next, or which story will take on a life of it's own.

My next release will be THE LIFE AND TIMES OF LUCAS MCGILLEY and book 2 of The Irish Series, LIFE & DELIVERANCE. But have have many more just waiting to be edited, so stay tuned.

Note:  I have revamped the blog and given my book cover designs a separate page of their own as well as the books I have for sale, with links. This is a much cleaner look and easier for people to locate. Check it out!


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Suzanne D. Williams  
Suzanne Williams Photography  
Florida, USA 

Suzanne Williams is a native Floridian, wife, and mother, with a penchant for spelling anything, who happens to love photography.