Ode to a Rainy Day

just give me a rainy day but not the kind that storms in on clouds of thunder and lightning just give me a rainy day of gentle showers that drip like a song from the eaves and rooftops just give me a rainy day and i'll stretch out on my fainting couch i'll lay my pup at my feet to keep them warm and i'll read a book or perhaps i'll close my eyes in slumber or watch an old movie on tv just give me a rainy day one without work ahead one without needs already penned in ink on a calendar of too many lines just give me a rainy day and i will call it my own eva marie everson, 2015

Netflix Notes: Death Comes to Pemberly

It's been over a year now since my husband and I gave up cable, opting instead for a Roku. We've downloaded Netflix (yes, we have a smart TV, but we did it this way, anyway...) and HuLu, along with FeelN and a few others. I adore watching movies on Netflix. With Netflix, I can not only watch on my television, I can also watch on my computer, my iPhone (itty-bitty picture that it is ...) or an iPad (which my husband has, but I do not). So, pretty much, Netflix goes where I go. With my busy schedule I cannot always sit down and watch a movie all at once. Most of the "flix" I watch are done in piecemeal, so they'd better be good. Otherwise, after fifteen minutes, I'm done. This does not, of cou

Serendipity

I was recently honored to be in the lineup of "An Evening with Francine Rivers and Friends." I got to be one of the "friends." This event, brought to the world by Tyndale Publishing House (who published Five Brides), was held in the Plano, Texas location of Prestonwood Baptist Church. This church ... wow. What can I say. Driving onto the property, my first impression was that Christianity had a hot spot there! From the lawns to the layout of the building ... wow! My second impression came when my friend (and driver) Allison Bottke and I walked into the bookstore. What a bookstore! And the woman who greeted me--Deb Graham--what a sweetie! She took us to the "Green Room," where we'd have dinne

Writers: Making Your Fans and Followers a Part of the Process

As the president of Word Weavers International and the director of Florida Christian Writers Conference, I am often asked by new writers with first-time book contracts "When do I start talking about my book?" My answer: Immediately. There's usually a 12-month gap between signing and seeing the book on the shelves. Sometimes longer. You don't want to give away too much information, but you certainly want to let folks know what you're up to. Because I write mostly fiction, I talk about my characters, a little bit about what they're getting into, where they're going, what trouble they might have encountered. Of course, I don't give away too much information, but I've been known to write things

I've Never Done This Before

I've been asked to write a novella. That's a new one for me. Typically, when I write, I write loooooooong stories. I've even written a few "epics." What's a novella, you may be asking. A novella is a work of fiction, typically between 20,000 and 50,000 words. For those of us who write fast (I can typically hammer out anywhere from 2500 to 5000 words a day when left to my own devices), this should seem like an easy enough task. Well, here's my problem. I'm accustomed to 95,000 word novels to 125,000 word epics. I'm used to drawing out scenes, dialogue, description. Chop-chop, keep it short is not something I know well. Several years ago I wrote a blog post about I spent the day lovingly wash

Where Were You?

Fourteen years. Fourteen years and the pain and the memories have not left me yet. The fear. Oh, dear God ... the fear. It's easy to say, "It's been fourteen years now ... you should be over it by now." Or ... "Does anyone care anymore?" Well, I'm not over it. I'll never be over it. All it takes is seeing a plane soar across a blue sky and I remember. I remember the sounds of it. The shaking of it. The quiet panic of it. The people running in the streets of it ... asking, "Do you know what's happening?" or "Do you have cell service? I can't get cell service." I remember asking, "How many do you think were in the towers?" of a man who lived in the city. Unlike my husband and me. We just happe

One Fifth, Three-Fifths, One Pillar, Two

If you have ever taken one of my fiction writing courses, whether at a writers conference or via BelieversTrust, you know that I subscribe to James Scott Bell's methodology. A few years ago, "Jim" noticed that in both film and in books, the plot seemed to be divided into fifths rather than thirds as we had so often believed. You know ... a beginning, a middle, and an end. But Jim saw something that maybe had been seen before ... but, well, not by me. Those beginnings, Jim noted in his book Write Your Novel From the Middle only took up the first fifth of the book, the endings only took up the final end, and the middle is the second, third, and fourth fifths. Jim also likens book or movie plot

Spontaneous Creativity Time!

I'm trying my hand at spontaneous creativity again! Want to join me? Here's how it works: Take a look at this painting (Caspar David Friedrich, Woman at Window), then write a 100 - 150 word story to go with it. You'll see mine beneath it. Join in on the fun ... and by the end of the week, I'll reward the most creative writer with a gift card from Amazon. Relegated. That's what she was. Relegated to stand here. Here at this window. Look out, yes. Look out and see the sea. Listen to the gulls. The clanging of the bells, the cursing of the sailors. Inhale the salt and the fish, so thick she could taste it on her tongue. But touch it? No. Her fingertips would touch only the rough wood of the win

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