Thursday, October 5, 2017

A Divided Heart by Susan Tuttle


I was reading 2 Kings 17 recently, and it reminded me of how many times Israel tried to serve God with a divided heart, and it never worked. They refused to tear down the high places and wondered why they remained ensnared in sin. That phrased “divided heart” kept resonating in me in regards to writing.

See, I don’t care if your books are CBA or ABA because I fully believe God gives us the borders of our territory and the people within that he desires us to reach. But what does matter is what you’ve built within those borders. Israel constantly lost their witness because they repeatedly fell into sin. Why? They refused to tear down the high places. They tried to serve multiple gods at once.

Friends, we can’t have anything within our territory but God. We can’t be seeking to please men with our words or content. We can’t change what we know God asked us to write to suit an agent, editor, or publishing house. And we can’t be solely seeking accolades and sales numbers. We must constantly seek him and honor him. Our focus must remain on what he’s called us to, and the message he’s given us to tell. If we try to write with a divided heart, we will lose our witness.

This is so hard in this day and age. Some of us have been called to subtly share while others can be more overt in what they write. God uses it all. It’s not the style I’m questioning, it’s the heart behind it. And the only one who knows if your heart is divided is God.

Remain close to him. Present everything you do to his all-consuming fire and see what withstands it. Make sure you are honoring him above all else. Everything else is his to manage.
 
Susan L. Tuttle lives in Michigan where she’s happily married to her best friend and is a homeschooling mom of three. She’s firmly convinced that letters were meant for words, not math, and loves stringing them together into stories that inspire, encourage, and grow women into who God created them to be. Romance, laughter, and cookies are three of her favorite things, though not always in that order. You can connect with Susan at her blog, Steps, Facebook, or Twitter.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Career or Ministry? by Hope Toler Dougherty

I recently reconnected with a college friend decades after we lost touch. We had such a sweet time of remembering and catching up, and then she said, “Now tell me about your writing career.”

That word career grabbed my attention.

When I think of career, I think of my twenty-something self poised with a Master’s degree in one hand and lots of enthusiasm for teaching college students in the other. Since then, I’ve celebrated several milestone birthdays. You know the ones I mean, right? They end in five or zero. I’m closer to retirement now than I am to that earlier version of myself.

I suppose I do have a career in writing, though. I have business cards and ink pens with my name on them. I have a website, a Facebook author’s page, and a Twitter account, which I’m still trying to figure out.

But, honestly, my writing seems more like a ministry to me. I began seriously pursuing my writing journey as my children began graduating from high school. Teaching no longer appealed to me, so I looked to writing to keep busy and sane while my day job as a mother-of-children-at-home diminished.

This journey has kept my mind on interesting characters, has introduced me to new language—platform, tweets, one sheets, pitching—has taught me about myself and about God, and has kept me from wallowing in my tomb-like empty nest.

The ministry isn’t only for me, however. The main character in Irish Encounter is a widow who learns to embrace the second part of her life after her husband dies. I’ve heard from several readers who either because of divorce or the death of a spouse have faced a life different from the one they’d planned. The story speaks to them about hope and anticipation and new ideas. They’ve talked to me about considering new plans because of Ellen’s journey in Irish Encounter.

Fiction is pretty cool if it helps people see that God always has possibilities for us. Jeremiah 29:11 promises that He has plans for us, plans to prosper not to harm us.

Possibilities.

What about you? Is God offering you possibilities you didn’t see coming? Is He preparing you for a second, or third, or fourth act? Are you willing to take a step out onto a new path?

I’m so glad I took His hand when He invited me on my writing path. On what new journey is He inviting you?


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Hope Toler Dougherty holds a Master’s degree in English and taught at East Carolina University and York Technical College. Her publications include three novels, Rescued Hearts, Irish Encounter, and Mars…With Venus Rising, as well as nonfiction articles. A member of ACFW, RWA, and SinC, she writes for SeriousWriter.com. She and her husband live in North Carolina and enjoy visits with their two daughters and twin sons. Visit her at hopetolerdougherty.com.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Breast Cancer Awareness Month

Laura V. Hilton
October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month and you will see PINK popping up everywhere.

From Walmart, where employees who pledge to breast cancer treatment are allowed to wear pink to Lands End who has a special pink line that donates to the cause.

Last month, headlines were made when an actress tweeted that she has breast cancer. She made headlines. But many women are diagnosed every day who don’t.

My Story

In July of 2008, I was doing my routine breast exam and I noticed a lump. Since I was nursing, I ignored it, thinking it was normal. But a month later, the lump was large enough to misshapen my breast.

I still ignored it, thinking it would return to normal. But by September, my husband was worried, so I made an appointment to see the nurse practitioner. “Yep, there’s a lump,” she agreed.

I requested a prescription for antibiotics thinking it was an infection. So when she suggested a mammogram, I argued.

She won, so I went to have a mammogram. My very first one.

When they saw the results, they ordered an ultrasound and I began to cry.

After that test, they referred me back to my doctor who performed a biopsy. He said it looked like an infected milk gland. YES. Point to me for correctly diagnosing myself. I thought. 


He still refused to prescribe antibiotics. “We’ll just wait and see,” he said.

When the results came back, I went to the office alone. As I prayed in the waiting room, God assured me that everything would be okay.

But It Wasn’t

“In those days Hezekiah became ill and was at the point of death. The prophet Isaiah son of Amoz went to him and said, ‘This is what the Lord says: Put your house in order, because you are going to die; you will not recover.’” Isaiah 38:1

“You have cancer. I’m taking your breast.” The doctor’s words shocked me. Up until that point, I was still sure it was an infection.

Things went very fast after that. 
Whisk, bang, boom. I was back in the hospital where the same doctor performed my mastectomy. 

But the whole situation blindsided me. Young nursing moms don’t have a mastectomy. Mothers of five can’t get cancer.

Like Hezekiah, I cried out.

All In

“Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord, ‘Remember Lord, how I have walked before you faithfully and with wholehearted devotion and have done what is good in your eyes.’ And Hezekiah wept bitterly.” Isaiah 38:2-3


I promised God at that point that my life that my writing and everything else was totally and completely His. Now, I belong to a church that does not lay hands on its members, but they did lay hands on me. And they prayed. I felt God’s presence, I felt His touch.

When the oncologist said my lymph nodes were clear, he still recommended chemo and radiation. I didn’t understand it. It hadn’t spread, what is the point? As he patiently explained that it would kill any other cancer cells in my body, he reminded me that I wanted to see my sweet little girl grow up.

I saw his point. I wanted to be there for my husband and my four other children, as well.

A fellow author who had survived breast cancer encouraged me to fight cancer with everything I had. When I read her main character had donated her hair to locks of love as a token punch to the disease. I did it, too.

Another survivor said I should drink lots of water. A gallon a day. So I did. Whether it was the water or God, I didn’t get sick in that first round. My blood counts stayed normal and I was able to function. All good since I still had five children to care for.

But when I started chemo, my hair started falling out. I asked my husband to shave my head and he cried as he did it. He said it was the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life.

Stage Two

The oncologist ordered six weeks of radiation. Compared to chemo, this was a walk in the park. The hardest part was getting marked up for it. I was seriously getting seasick on that twirling “bed.”

Soon it was time for three more chemo treatments. The oncologist promised I wouldn’t lose my hair or get sick this time.

He lied.

All my hair fell off this time, even my eyebrows and lashes. I got so sick. 


I Thought I Was Going to Die

“Then the word of the Lord came to Isaiah: ‘Go and tell Hezekiah, ‘This is what the Lord, the God of your father David, says: I have heard your prayer and seen your tears; I will add fifteen years to your life.” Isaiah 38:4-5

But I didn’t. In fact, the oncologist thought I handled it well. So I shared my testimony and I told him it was all God. He wasn’t a believer, but perhaps I’d planted a seed.


Next Steps

If you are going through breast cancer, my prayers are with you. And if you aren’t, remember don’t let a little lump become big. And whenever you see pink, remember to get your mammogram!


About the Author
Award-winning author, Laura Hilton, her husband, Steve, and three of their children make their home in Arkansas. She is a pastor’s wife, a stay-at-home mom, and home-schools. Laura is also a breast cancer survivor. Laura also has two adult children.

Her publishing credits include three books in the Amish of Seymour series from Whitaker House: Patchwork Dreams, A Harvest of Hearts (winner of the 2012 Clash of the Titles Award in two categories), and Promised to Another. The Amish of Webster County series, Healing Love (finalist for the 2013 Christian Retail Awards). Surrendered Love and Awakened Love followed by her first Christmas novel, A White Christmas in Webster County, as well as a three book Amish series with Whitaker House, The Amish of Jamesport series, The Snow Globe, The Postcard, and The Bird House in September 2015.

See below for information on Laura's latest, The Christmas Admirer. Other credits include Swept Away from Abingdon Press. Laura is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and a professional book reviewer.

Connect with Laura
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The Christmas Admirer

The Christmas Admirer
by Laura V. HIlton
by Laura V. Hilton

Benaiah Troyer has loved Susanna King for as long as he can remember, but other than a lone summer filled with romantic buggy rides, marrying her remains an elusive dream. When his parents died in an accident a year ago, he broke up with her—for her own good. After all, they left him as the sole caregiver for his three younger sisters and his grandparents. What woman wants to step into a ready-made family like his? Still, he leaves her monthly gifts from “A Secret Admirer,” hoping she’ll know that someone loves her, even though he isn’t free to step forward.

Susanna has never gotten over losing Benaiah, and hopes he’s her secret admirer, but now the clock is ticking. Susanna’s father is remarrying in January and his wife-to-be doesn’t want to leave her Amish community and family in Iowa. So when Susanna’s daed sells his glass-blowing business to his right-hand man, Benaiah, she’s left with three options: 1) Go with Daed to his new home with a new frau and step-kinner, 2) Flush out her mysterious secret admirer, or 3) Resign herself to life as an old maid. She doesn’t want to follow Daed where his new frau is leading him. And number three isn’t happening. Marrying Benaiah is her greatest desire—but he broke her heart, and now he treats her like a pesky younger sister. Can she make him see her as a woman, one who could stand by his side as he cares for his family?

As Christmas approaches, Susanna and her friends start making gingerbread houses for select members of the community. Susanna plans for hers to go to Benaiah’s family. But while her gingerbread may find a home—will her heart?


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Monday, October 2, 2017

The Sophomore Slump by Christa MacDonald



Christa MacDonald
Hi friends, Annette here. Have you written series? Sometimes there are challenges in getting book two to cooperate with the writer. Please welcome fellow Mountain Brook Ink author Christa MacDonald as she shares about writing sequels in a series, and carrying on when it's tough going.

The Sophomore Slump 
by Christa MacDonald

A little-known fact of the publishing world is that it’s notoriously difficult to write the second book. This is true even if it’s a planned sequel. Sometimes the pressure to produce is too much, or it feels as if there’s just not enough there for a next book. I had no idea how difficult it would be until I got stuck halfway through the sequel to The Broken Trail. It was awful, the book that is, and I knew it. As the weeks crawled by it got harder and harder to even open the manuscript and attempt a few paragraphs. I was blocked, or so I thought.

One day I resolved to sort out what it was that was making me hate writing. After reading through the whole thing I realized I had failed to connect to my main female character, Erin. I didn’t know who she was or what she wanted beyond surface stuff. Her heart and soul seemed thin as if she was still a secondary character. Writing Dan, the male MC, was a different story. Writing in his perspective flowed because I knew his struggles, his hopes. 
The scenes where his faith is tested practically wrote themselves. His thoughts flowed so well because I’d had them first. Surprisingly, more of my own experience went into the creation of him than in Erin. She didn’t feel familiar. I didn’t know her. So, I did something really hard. I chucked most of what I had written, and I started again. 

This time I made an effort to get to know Erin, asking questions about her childhood, what had been her hopes and dreams? How had her marriage to an abusive alcoholic changed them? How had her faith survived? In what ways was she still struggling? Finally, Erin was fully formed and the difference was immediate. It still took a lot of work, but the words were flowing again. I knew how Erin had to change. Her journey of faith was a quiet one compared to Dan, but no less profound.

When the writing process becomes a chore, I think authors get stressed out. We start listening to the voices telling us we’re no good, that it’s too hard, and that no one will want to read it anyway. When it starts to be a struggle to even open the manuscript we often give up, call it writer’s block, and walk away. But that’s the time to write daily instead. Even if it hurts, even if it’s terrible, write every day. Sit down at the desk, say a prayer, and open that document. Seek encouragement too. Talk to your writerly friends, pray for guidance, read a book, see a movie. Make sure that your creative well is filled and then put your fingers on the keys and write!

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As friendship turns to love, can grace bridge two conflicted hearts?

At the Crossroad by Christa MacDonald
Erin Sullivan has had to endure the rumor mill of Sweet River, Maine grinding through her family's scandals for years. Despite maintaining her status as a respected athletics director at the local Christian school, being a single mother locked in constant conflict with misinformation and judgment had taught her not to hope for good things. No matter how strong her feelings were for Pastor Dan Cooper, she would have to keep them buried for the sake of his reputation and her already aching heart. 

Dan Cooper had dedicated his life to the international mission field--that is, until he's called back to the States with the news of his mother's stroke. After three years in a job slowly chipping away at his spirit, his mother continues to show no sign of recovery. The choice to stay in Sweet River had seemed so clear before, but now he is scrambling for any direction from God before his passion withers altogether. While he didn't expect that answer to be a woman, a chance meeting with Erin Sullivan stirs something in his heart with her quiet strength and compassion. 

Find Christa at these links:

Website: https://www.christamacdonald.com



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About the Author

Christa MacDonald began her writing career at the age of eleven, filling a sketchbook with poems and short stories. While at Gordon College she traded the sketchbooks for floppy discs, publishing short personal narratives in the literary journal The Idiom. After graduation and traveling cross-country she settled down to focus first on her career in operations management and then her growing family. When her children reached grade school Christa returned to her love of writing, finding the time between conference calls, dance lessons, and baseball games. Mountain Brook Ink published her first novel, The Broken Trail, in fall of 2016, and her second novel, The Crossroad, in October, 2017. When not at her desk working or writing, Christa can be found curled up in her favorite chair reading, out and about with her husband and kids, or in the garden. She lives with her family along the coast of Massachusetts in the converted barn they share with a dog and two formerly-feral cats.