When I was doing the event hosted by Main Street Books the other day, a reader told me how one small bit of incorrect information in a story she’d read some time ago had really bothered her. (not in one of my books – phew!) It


This week, along with the Chapter 3 post, I have revealed the cover for THE FORGIVING KIND.  I was going to wait a little longer until I discovered that it was already out on the web in a few spots. Many of you know, an


Hello all! Welcome back to First Sentence Fridays!  I’m excited I’m doing this again for the third book, THE FORGIVING KIND. In case you missed it, last week I explained if it seems like we’re getting started early, that’s because: The book has more chapters,


I read and review for the New York Journal of Books.  Recently I requested TREEBORNE by Caleb Johnson.  It released today, and in conjunction with that, here is a link to my review.  


Yes, it’s true! First Sentence Fridays start for my third book, THE FORGIVING KIND on June 8th – that’s only one week away!  If this seems early, it is to some degree.  First of all, the book is bigger than my first two, with thirty-four



Back in February when I was in Mississippi to do a book event at Square Books, I also had the privilege of going back to Memphis, Tennessee and to the studios of Book Talk Memphis.  There I participated in an interview about THE ROAD TO


To say I fell in love with the artwork produced for THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET’s Trio 2018 exhibit doesn’t really describe all I felt when I first set eyes on this piece.  Cyndi Hoelzle is the artist and she was kind enough to share the process


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Feb

Events!

I’ve certainly had my share of fun going to my book events, but you know the old saying, a picture is worth a thousand words.  Since I’ve written about that many on my new book today, I thought I’d share some event photos instead of


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Jan

Meet Estelle!

Once a writer succeeds in becoming published, there are many milestones which are part of the process of getting a book onto bookshelves.  I have absolutely reveled in every step, from creating Readers Guide questions, to writing acknowledgements and thinking about dedications, to working on



This is it, the final sentence of THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET!  I’ve truly enjoyed doing this again for the second year in a row.  I appreciate all of you reading along, and hope I’ve given you enough of the story such that you want to


Next week is the last First Sentence Friday for THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET! Wallis Ann is strong and sturdy, a true survivalist in every sense of the word.  I believe she would have given anyone on Survivor, or Naked and Afraid a run for their


As I’m writing stories of hardship and deprivation like this one, the desire to keep everything as realistic as possible is what weighs on my mind.  I don’t want to overdo it, yet I certainly love to push characters to the limit.  The Stampers, and


This week is one of the challenges in doing First Sentence Friday.  When I came to Chapter Twenty Five and saw this week’s sentence, it looked (IMO) like it just sort of flopped itself out there.  I thought about maybe cheating a little, and sharing


I talked about first love in an earlier First Sentence Friday post.  This particular part of the story isn’t a sweet rendering of that one and only special first for Wallis Ann.  It’s more like a reckoning, a big realization perhaps all is not as


Living in North Carolina, we get to enjoy the four seasons.   Sure we joke about being in flip flops one day, then wearing long johns and winter coats the next, but for the most part, the weather marches to the tune of Mother Nature, and


Wallis Ann has always watched over her older sister Laci, who is mute, yet musically gifted.  In today’s terms she would be classified as autistic.  Back in those days, the term idiot savant was used, which did not set well at all with Momma Stamper. 


By nature, I am a creature of habit.  I go to bed about the same time every night, and get up about the same time every morning.  Consider this; I have cleaned my house every Thursday for decades – no matter what – yes, even


First love.  Do you remember yours?  I remember mine.  He was a junior in high school.  I was a sophomore.  He was part of the “cool” crowd, not the popular football, cheerleader, member of various different clubs sort of crowd, but still very well liked


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