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White Soul by Brandt Dodson – Click here for more.

Oxygen by Randy Ingermanson and John B Olson. See my post, God Speaks.

Judges – Samson – There are many story ideas from his story. You can read about him in Judges chapter 13 – chapter chapter 16

Ruth – A beautiful story of love toward a mother-in-law. That doesn’t happen often.

Stolen Lives by Brian Reaves

Momentary lapses in judgement can destroy lives. Truck driver, Derek Morrison, found out the hard way.

For Robert Whitney revenge seems to be the best punishment for Derek’s lapse in judgement.

This book is what I consider edgy fiction about when hatred and revenge gets a tight rein and causes a normal person to go off the deep end.

Mr. Reaves weaves a masterful plot with a message that can change your life completely.

(No, we are not related)

I’ve not seen the despair of the drug trade and organized crime up close, but the book White Soul seems to portray it accurately.

I believe Brandt Dodson does an excellent job at showing how easy it is for the Christian to be caught up in the world.

The blurb on the back of the book:

Undercover agent Ron Ortega has a decision to make… do the right thing, or the desired thing?

Too often we choose the desired thing which can have dire consequences to our life.

As an undercover agent, Ron has to make his subjects believe he is one of them. But how far is too far? Ron came close to going too far.

I’m reading the book of Judges now and I see how easy it was for the Israelites to fall into the habits and customs of the people around them. And each time, they faced terrible circumstances. But each time they were restored by God’s grace.

I like this verse from the Apostle Paul:

Romans 7:18-20 (New International Version)

New International Version (NIV) Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society

18I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature.[a] For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. 19For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. 20Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.

I’m glad to know that my place in Heaven is not determined by how good I am, because I cannot be good enough. Even the Apostle Paul struggled with the evil in his life as evidenced by what he wrote above.

No, my place in Heaven is secured by a man who purchased that place for me by taking on my sin while on the cross.

At the end of the chapter 7, Paul says:

21So I find this law at work: When I want to do good, evil is right there with me. 22For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; 23but I see another law at work in the members of my body, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within my members. 24What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? 25Thanks be to God—through Jesus Christ our Lord!

Who will rescue me from this body of death? JESUS

Read White Soul if you like gritty crime novels.

I wrote 20 pages today. My hope is to do the same tomorrow.

How I wish I could write this much every day.

I’m afraid much of what I wrote will have to be cut. I tend to repeat details later on that I had mentioned earlier.


This is the title horse for the novel I’m writing.

I pray that you know the joy of Easter.

Mark 16

The Resurrection

1When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so that they might go to anoint Jesus’ body. 2Very early on the first day of the week, just after sunrise, they were on their way to the tomb 3and they asked each other, “Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb?” 4But when they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away. 5As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed.

6“Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him.

Sound the trumpets. HE IS ALIVE!

This is my son’s band playing in today’s Easter Parade. He plays the trumpet. It’s his passion.


I haven’t read this book yet, but I had seen it in the Christian Book Distributors catalog and thought it might be interesting. I reserved a copy at the library and they called when it was available this week.

Because my husband works closer to the library than I do, I sent him to pick it up for me.

That was three days ago and HE has already finished reading it.

He said it was a great story and he liked the characters. He likes character-driven books even if he doesn’t know the exact term for it.

The book is set in Regency England. I’m trying to write an Regency now.

I wish I could spend today reading the novel. But I need to write.

Since my post today is courtesy of my family, I’ll tell you what my son wants to be when he grows up: The first Doctor/Lawyer/Trumpet player in space. It could happen, I suppose.


What is the book about:

Charlotte Lamb, a fallen vicar’s daughter, hopes to secret herself away in London’s grim Milkweed Manor. But once there,she is mortified to find herself in the care of a former suitor, a physician whom her father long ago rejected as unsuitable, a man who now hides secrets of his own. Both are determined, with God’s help, to protect those they love. But neither could guess the depth of sacrifice that will be required of them.

As I sat with huge pupils in the exam room at my optometrist’s office my fiction writing mind went to work on a potential situation for a book.

Could someone use the “stuff” that made pupils dilate to see better at night and thus maybe be able to commit a crime or whatever?

When the Doctor came back in the room, I got the nerve to ask him(I’m still insecure about proclaiming I’m a writer). I prefaced my question with this disclaimer, “I write fiction and I was wondering if…”

He went on to explain in great detail (my eyes glazed over) about the pupil and how it works. After explaining, he stopped and said, “You said you like fishing?”

Yes, I like night vision while I fish.

One time I caught this fish that spanned further than my outstretched arms.

Like I said, I write fiction.

Here’s an exerpt from Oxygen by John B. Olson and Randy Ingermanson:

Bob studied her, his haunted eyes suddenly very intense. “Has God ever spoken to you?”

“Well…yes. Lots of times.”

“Out loud so you could hear?”

“What do you want, a megaphone?”

“I’d settle for an honest answer.”

“Okay. It’s…kind of a gentle leading.”

Bob hung his head. He looked almost…disappointed. “Of course it is. So gentle you have a hard time knowing if it’s Him or your own imagination. So answer this. Why doesn’t God speak out loud–in a voice I can understand–if He wants so much to have a relationship with me?”

“He wants us to have–”

“Hold on.” Bob held up his hands, palms outward. “Don’t answer now. Just think about it.You’re a scientist. Think like a scientist.”


My Sunday School class (Heather and Frankie had their baby boy last week–Yay!) keeps coming to the same question–Why doesn’t God speak out loud–in a voice we can understand?

We have issues we have prayed about for years. For me, it’s a book contract. We just want concrete answers to our prayers.

Sunday before last, we were pleasantly surprised to have a friend from California visit our class. She has an interesting story about how God spoke to her.

Over ten years ago, she wanted to move to LA for a career in Hollywood. She had her doubts, and I know her parents did too.

LA, like any big city, was riddled with crime and for a young woman just out of college it could be a dangerous place.

One night she made the decision to not go.

On her lunch hour the next day she was robbed at gun point.

She was afraid to go to LA because of the crime and she experienced what she feared at home.

She moved to LA. Do you blame her?

Did God speak? Was He telling her to move?

I know she had prayed about it.

Over ten years have passed. She is married and has one little boy and another on the way. She lives in a suburb of a suburb of LA. Her husband worked on a very famous long running sitcom, now in syndication.(Christy if you read this and want me to list the sitcom, I will).

I remember Dr. David Jeremiah telling a similar story about his concerns of earthquakes in California when he was praying about starting a ministry in that state. What helped him make the decision to move to California? An earthquake in his own state of Indiana. Today he has a thriving ministry in San Diego.

So the question is…. how does God speak?

He speaks to us in many ways. Some ways more clear than others.

Matthew 27:54
When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, “Surely he was the Son of God!”

**Note: If you like Science Fiction, read Oxygen mentioned above about 4 scientists on their way to Mars who experience a tragedy that leaves them without enough oxygen to get them all to the red planet alive. (Very well written and researched–great story)

This is an interesting look at the words from the book of Song of Solomon.

I saw Vonda Skelton perform this skit last year at the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference.

I wanted to share it with you.

Homophones make the writer’s life difficult.

One time I heard someone say “reseed the lawn” and I heard in my mind the word “recede” which confused me slightly. (I’m easily confused).

I’m sure the prematurely balding man would rather his hair reseed than recede(Am I right, Mickey?).

We writers have to be careful as we write to get the right word with the right spelling. In fact, in writing the previous sentence, I used the wrong “right” and had to correct it.

We run into the same problem with the words alter and altar.

The word alter means to make different in some particular, as size, style, course, or the like; modify: to alter a coat; to alter a will; to alter course.

An altar is an elevated place or structure before which religious ceremonies may be enacted or upon which sacrifices may be offered.

Bring yourself to an altar as a living sacrifice and you will come away altered.

Romans 12

Living Sacrifices

1Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual[a] act of worship. 2Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.


Bald is beautiful.

I let my sister date Mickey because of this verse:

Leviticus 13:40
“When a man has lost his hair and is bald, he is clean.

And he is. Clean, that is.

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