Showing posts with label Angel Child. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Angel Child. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

My Tool Box: Throw in one of your own! ~Tanya Hanson

You probably already know most of this, but here’s my tool box for writers. Don’t forget to leave your takes, hints, and helps in the comment box!  Let’s get a really big tool box going!

1. Have a confidential support system of fellow authors for those shaky times of bad reviews, snarky editors or (horrors!) rejection. Try as they do, my family doesn’t quite get it. Other writers do.

2. Move around! Writing is so sedentary.

3. Write what you love, not what’s trendy at the moment. If you don’t, writing’s a chore and what’s the point?

4. Spread the love by “sharing” other authors’ covers and good news on your FaceBook pages or blog, and tweet ’em, too. Even genres that you don’t write or read.

5. Accept your wants and limits. I tried a personal blog and Pinterest and hated the time-suck. For me, a group blog like Seriously Write works best. I finally accepted it was okay for me to blog in herds. (I participate monthly in three others that feature western themes, promo, and giveaways.)

6. Read!  Make the time. A recumbent bike is great both for exercise and books. Good literature showcases first-class style, illustrates life-themes on the human condition, reinforces correct grammar, and increases our vocabulary. (Can you tell I taught high school English forever?)

7. Read outside your genre. For all the above reasons.

8. Be kind, be kind, be kind some more when you're judging an awful contest entry or critiquing a needy manuscript or writing a review of a weak story...you gotta find something good to say, too.

9. . Do something creative every day. I know I should say, write something every day, but...sometimes I admit I just can’t get it done.

So what’s creative?

     **Think outside the box--try a new recipe or go meatless for a day. Wear red shoes or a turquoise scarf or something totally unexpected.

     **Notice a beautifully written sentence in the newspaper or a blog. Listen for a cool, real-life name to use for your next hero or heroine. Or a real-life tidbit you can fictionalize. Just this morning, I read an obit about a hundred-year old Midwest woman who rode a horse to her one-room school house everyday. Her dad had trained the Palomino to come right home after taking her in the morning, and the horse knew how to get back to school at 3 p.m. to pick her up. Hmmmmm.. I write Westerns... 

     **Take a walk, pick up a pine cone or a seashell and examine it as though you've never seen one before. On a recent walk, I came across a passion flower vine and posted a pic on Facebook. So lovely!

     **Appreciate the view outside your window...after all, it’s a landscape already framed!

10.  Breathe deeply, for your body. And pray ceaselessly, for your spirit. It's so easy to get discouraged.






A native Californian, Tanya Hanson lives on the central coast with her firefighter hubby and looks forward to a Deep South tour soon to celebrate their fortieth wedding anniversary! Two kids and two grandkids later!  She is an award-winning author with releases in many genres including western historical, inspirational contemporary western, inspirational suspense, and Young Adult.  Angel Child is dedicated to her own precious godson, her own “angel child.” 




Determined to get her life back on track,  Mary Grace Gibson takes on a substitute-teaching  job, grateful for the room and board offered at Hearts Crossing Ranch. The bustling family life helps her heal after abandonment by her ex. But her little boy’s serious disabilities make her cautious about revealing her secrets to anybody. Even Scott Martin, the handsome cowboy who’s fast stealing her heart.

Her former student now grown up, cowboy and graphic artist Scott Martin is instantly drawn to the beautiful single mom. She’s had some hard luck but never let go of her faith. Their age gap doesn’t fret him, and their kisses ignite his love. But as they fall for each other, Mary Grace’s lack of trust in him shatters his feelings, for he’s been down that broken trail before.


Thursday, January 17, 2013

JANUARIES by Tanya Hanson

January
When I was little, January was the cruelest month. Watching the Rose Parade only reminded me I had another year to wait before Christmas came again. Oh, I don’t mean just presents and cookies and new black patent leather Mary Janes. I mean the whole wonder of memorizing Luke 2 for the Christmas program at school. The joy of the carols, the “gloria” of the angel wings I wore in the pageant. Most of all, the splendor of a tiny baby who was really the King of all kings...

The Januaries of high school and college weren’t much different. January only meant the end of Christmas break and back to the grind. And as a teacher myself later on, January slung me headlong into final exams and report cards.

January five years, though, found me barraging God with gratitude. After a long sophomore slump, I had a second romance novel scheduled to release!

And it released the same day my husband was diagnosed with cancer.

Those horrible months taught me it wasn’t about the book. It was prayers and tears and caretaking as he battled to live, then struggled to regain his health.

Because of my husband’s ordeal, and the stretching of faith so taut my breath can still stop, I got the urge to write inspirational romance. By January 2010, I believed God had opened a new window, and I soon contracted a bunch of novellas about a fictional Colorado ranch family. I stood there, glowing, atop my pretend Rocky Mountain town. Into these stories flowed the people and stories of my own life and heart. Despite my best efforts and prayers, though, I can’t say I’m any kind of success. So once again, I realized it isn’t about the books. This time, it’s about the message.

Maybe reading Book three, a woman will get her husband or son to check himself for testicular cancer and help save his life. Maybe somebody will realize there can be falling in love during cancer. Maybe, like in Book Four, some reader’s estranged family will break down barriers that divide them. Maybe some couple on the brink of collapse, due to the stresses of an unimaginably disabled child might, can find the faith and trust to make it, upon coming across Book Six.

Maybe, like in a few of the stories, readers will simply realize that taking a city slicker wagon train trip can be just plain fun!

I don’t know.

This January has opened a new window, and it’s a terrifying one. By year’s end, I’ll be another name, Anya Novikov, and part of a young-adult launch. I left teaching years ago, I’m a gramma now of two tiny boys, and I have no idea how to reach a teenage audience. I guess I’ll have to use the next few months to try to figure it all out.

One thing. Mine won’t be the only set of footprints in the sand as my new journey starts.

 

Determined to get her life back on track, Mary Grace Gibson takes on a substitute-teaching job, grateful for the room and board offered at Hearts Crossing Ranch. The bustling family life helps her heal after abandonment by her ex. But her little boy’s serious disabilities make her cautious about revealing her secrets to anybody. Even Scott Martin, the handsome cowboy who’s fast stealing her heart.

Her former student now grown up, cowboy and graphic artist Scott Martin is instantly drawn to the beautiful single mom. She’s had some hard luck but never let go of her faith. Their age gap doesn’t fret him, and their kisses ignite his love. But as they fall for each other, Mary Grace’s lack of trust in him shatters his feelings, for he’s been down that broken trail before.


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I’m a California beach girl happily married to my personal hero (firefighter and cancer survivor). We’ve got two grown kids, who are the best thing I’ve ever done, and two little grandsons who totally obsess us. I love travel, country music, Hallmark movies, and McDonald’s iced coffee. I don’t like to cook, am terrified of down escalators, am a proud Defender of Wildlife, and I volunteer at our local horse rescue.