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Monday, February 13, 2012

Debut author Courtney Walsh ~ gives liberating advice


Courtney Walsh is a published author, scrapbooker, theatre director and playwright. Her debut novel, A Sweethaven Summer, was released this month by Guideposts Books. It is the first in a series of three. She has also written two paper crafting books, Scrapbooking Your Faith and The Busy Scrapper and is currently working on her third, which will be released February, 2013. Courtney has been a contributing editor for Memory Makers Magazine and Children’s Ministry Magazine. She lives in Colorado with her husband and three kids where she consumes entirely too much coffee.

Tell us about your new release:

A Sweethaven Summer is the story of Campbell Carter, who finds part of an old scrapbook just after her mother’s death. The scrapbook contains evidence of a life in a tiny beach town in Michigan—one her mother had never spoken of. With the scrapbook as her guide, Campbell travels to Sweethaven, where she meets her mom’s childhood friends and searches for the identity of her real father.

In my mind, this is a book about friendship and forgiveness—two things we all need a lot of in our lives!

Was there a specific 'what if' moment to spark this story?

Definitely. I was fortunate enough to spend a few days in our friends’ cottage, and it was in that community that I started to imagine old friends who returned every summer, working on their scrapbooks and watching their kids grow up together. That trip was the spark for the whole series.

Did anything strange or funny happen while researching or writing your book?

Well, it wasn’t related to my research, but while I was on deadline for this book, my husband applied for, interview for and accepted a job in Colorado. We had one month to pack up our house, sell it (we didn’t—we’re renting it) and move across the country. Looking back on it, I’m not sure how I survived that!

Do you ever bang your head against the wall from writer's block? If so, how did you overcome it?

I think there’s a head-shaped indentation on my wall! For the first two books in the series, I didn’t plot or outline the entire book. I had a general idea of where I wanted to go and I sat down and started writing. Both times, when I got about half-way through, I got SO stuck I had to get up and walk away. In the end, the only way I overcame it was to go back, read what I’d already written and let the momentum of that carry me through to the end.

By the third book, I opted for a chapter by chapter road map with most of the details already outlined. So far, I haven’t had to bang my head into the wall on this one, but I’ve just hit that half-way point! (Be praying for my head.) 

Do you consider yourself a visual writer? If so, what visuals do you use? 

Absolutely. I think my experience in the theatre lends itself to being very visual. I act scenes out while I’m writing them and tend to research every aspect of the town or event I’m writing about. (Saving files of photos along the way.) I also find images of people I think look like my characters (a trick I learned from my friend, Deb Raney.)  This helps me keep clear pictures in my head. 

Novelists sometimes dig themselves into a hole over implausible plots, flat characters or a host of other problems. What's the most difficult part of writing for you?

Overwriting. I am the master at showing something and then telling the reader what I’ve just shown them. I also have a tendency to write whole chapters about what my characters are going to do instead of just having them do it. My constant questions as I write are: “Does this move the story forward?” “Is this active?” “Am I showing this?”

What's your strength in writing (characterization, setting as character, description, etc)?

I’d have to say characterization and dialogue. Again, I credit the theatre with this. Ever since I was about twelve years old I’ve had a huge passion for the stage. Plays are remarkable tools because they’re straight dialogue with limited stage directions. You have to be so concise and make sure you’re showing with every scene. I didn’t realize that my stage training and writing for the stage would come in so handy down the road, but I utilize elements of it every time I sit down to write.

Did this book give you any problems? If not, how did you avoid them?

Since this was my first novel, it certainly gave me problems. I’d be horrified to go back and see what the first draft looked like! My main problem was keeping my characters active. Thankfully, I’ve had wonderful and patient editors. I’ve learned SO much!

Where do you write: In a cave, a coffeehouse, or a cozy attic nook?

Before I moved to Colorado, I wrote at Barnes and Noble faithfully every week. I loved that place. I had the luxury of my mom’s help with the kids. But now that I live here, without any family around, I write at home, usually under a pair of headphones in my office or holed away in my bedroom (which is hard on the back!) I love to write to the Michael Nyman Pandora station (with a little Hans Zimmer, James Horner and John Williams for variety!)

Some authors report writing 5-10 thousand words a day. Do scenes flow freely from your veins or do you have to tweeze each word out?

This is such a funny question to me because I get really caught up in my numbers (both word tallies AND the ones on the scale!) I’m under a pretty tight deadline for my third book so yes, I write fast. I have to. I work from home, so I only have three good writing days every week and I make the most of them!!

What’s the best writing advice you’ve heard?

“Don’t get it right, get it written.” How liberating!

How do you balance your writing time with family and any other work you do?

Um…I don’t do a very good job with this! I have a day job at Webster’s Pages, which is a scrapbooking manufacturer (I love it!) so I save most of my writing work for Fridays-Sundays. My husband is the one that gets me out of my writing cave and back into the real world. Otherwise, I might never resurface! (And I definitely would never do laundry!)

Do you have any parting words of advice?

When God puts something on your heart to write, don’t question it, just write it. You never know how he’s going to use it to bless someone else. That and don’t take up writing novels unless you’re comfortable with a LOT of hard work. Next to childbirth, writing a novel is the hardest thing I’ve ever done!

A Sweethaven Summer

Campbell Carter has come to Sweethaven in search of answers about her mother's history. Just before losing a battle with cancer, Suzanne Carter sent letters to childhood friends from her hometown of Sweethaven, Michigan. Suzanne's three friends -- Lila, Jane, and Meghan -- haven't spoken in years, yet each has pieces of a scrapbook they made together as girls.

Suzanne's letters have lured them all back to the idyllic lakeside town, where they meet Campbell and begin to remember what was so special about their long Sweethaven summers. 

As the scrapbook reveals secrets from the past, old wounds are mended, lives are changed, and friendships are restored -- just as Suzanne intended.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Here, Wear My Armor!


Today's guest devotion is by Sandra D. Bricker, from: His Grace is Sufficient…Decaf is Not © 2011 Summerside Press

Here, Wear My Armor!

Saul replied, “You are not able to go out against this Philistine and fight him; you are only a young man, and he has been a warrior from his youth.” 1 Samuel 17:33

It took a lot of talking for David to convince King Saul that he could slay the giant. Even then, nervous Saul placed his tunic around the boy, and added a suit of armor and a bronze helmet. But David tried to walk around in it and kept falling over from the weight of it. He tossed it all off and went after Goliath armed with just a sling and a stone.
            
How many times have we faced down challenges that look as big as that giant? We stand there, with our sling and stone, wishing we had a king to stand behind us, some armor or a helmet to protect us.
            
As a cancer survivor, I often equate David’s story to my own battle against the disease; although, when that phone call came to identify ovarian cancer as the Goliath now standing before me, my attitude was far more Saul than David. I yearned for dependable armor, or a big old helmet! When I pulled back the band of my sling, I realized I had no little stone to load into it.
            
Then God’s grace sent Dr. Alison Calkins; beautiful, smart, compassionate. She looked me straight in the eye and answered every one of my six thousand questions. She let me cry without judgment and, when my weight was more than the radiation machine would allow, she even figured out how to build a support. Through her and her team, God fashioned the little stone I needed to take one brazen shot at cancer.
            
I’ll never forget the day Dr. Calkins told me, many weeks later, that the giant wasn’t getting back up again. “You and I are going to be together for the rest of your life,” she said with a smile as she explained how she envisioned my post-cancer care. “And I’m happy to tell you…that will be a very long time.”
            
Even now, more than six years later, I still feel queasy while I wait at the light at Martin Luther King Boulevard to turn into St. Joseph’s Hospital for my annual check-up. At first, I remember the loneliness of those treatments, the fear and anxiety and desperation. But as I park in a spot marked for Radiation Therapy Patients Only, and the glass door slides open and I spot Connie or Alex or Ann Marie, my heart starts to beat again. Excitedly, I anticipate getting my first look at Dr. Calkins, knowing she’ll be the reminder God brings that the giant has been slain.
            
I’ll bet, every now and then, David spotted a small stone at the side of the road, and couldn’t help but smile, remembering what he and God had done. If only I could tuck Dr. Calkins into my pocket and carry her with me as a reminder: By the grace of God, giants are slain!
           
Today’s Prayer: Father God, I’m humbled by Your grace as I face the towering giants in my life. You are always prepared for them, and You always provide just what I need for the fight, whether that be a stone or a doctor with a sweet, promising smile. Amen.

 Sandra D. Bricker is an award-winning best seller in the inspirational market with laugh-out-loud novels such as Love Finds You in Snowball, Arkansas and Always the Baker, Never the Bride from the Emma Rae Creation series. She spent 15+ years in Los Angeles as an entertainment publicist while studying screenwriting. However, when her mother became ill in Florida, she left all that behind to take on a couple of new roles: Caregiver and Novelist. Visit her website at www.SandraDBricker.com

Sunday, April 17, 2011

When God Puts You in the Sidecar



My husband is a motorcycle enthusiast. So far he hasn’t gone out and bought one, but whenever he likes one he sees on the road he’ll point it out and say, “Nice bike,” then look at me to gauge my reaction. We were sitting at a stoplight not long ago and a shiny motorcycle pulled up beside us. It had a sidecar attached.

“There you go,” Spence said.

I laughed, imagining what it would be like to ride in such a little appendage. “I think I’d rather be on the bike with you,” I said, “or better yet, on one of my own.” Sidecars are for kids, I thought. You don’t have any control in a sidecar; you just have to hang on and try to enjoy the ride.

But now it seems God has put me in a sidecar for a time. I’ve just been diagnosed with cancer and suddenly my life is not mine to control. Doctors are telling me what will happen, when and where I will go. I don’t really want to experience any of what they’re telling me I will go through. But I have no choice. All I can do is hang on and find ways to cope with the ride.

In the book of John, Jesus tells the apostle Peter about a time when the same thing would happen to him. “I tell you the truth, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go.” Jesus said this to indicate the kind of death by which Peter would glorify God. Then he said to him, “Follow me!” (John 21:18-19)

I don’t know exactly what lies ahead for me. I’m hopeful that this cancer can be eradicated and I’ll go on with my life, publish my next book and continue to enjoy all the blessings God has showered on me for so long. I’m praying my time in the sidecar will be short. But perhaps God has another plan. In the meantime, I take encouragement from those few words, “by which Peter would glorify God.” What happened to him was not in vain. It had a purpose. The events of our lives all have purpose and are meant to bring glory to God. We have agency in that, by his grace and mercy – we can choose to hunker down and cling to the sidecar in fear, or we can sit tall and trust the driver.

Perhaps God will give me the privilege of bringing Him glory through words of encouragement to others going through this same journey. Perhaps He’ll even allow me to continue to write about it. Or perhaps it will just be Him and me. That will be enough. Jesus is always enough.

And I’m spurred on too, by the next words Jesus spoke. “Follow me!” That’s a path Peter tried hard to take, one that changed him into a man of God, a leader of men. It’s a path that leads to “a spacious place,” (Ps. 18:19), where God’s presence is evident, to the joy that comes in understanding God’s undying love and the peace that makes us lean into the wind and relish every moment on this earth – even moments in the sidecar.

“but the Lord was my support. He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me” (Psalm 18:18-19).