Q: Where did you get your inspiration for your book "A Hearts Home"?
A: I had a dream one night and it was the opening scene of the book. When I woke up, I wrote down what I could remember of the ceremony and the girl as she stood in line, how she felt waiting to receive her “new name”. I could still sense the uncertainty and slight glimmer of hope as I wrote, knowing how different she felt from the others but not understanding what affect this would have on her life (if any). After writing the scene down, I realized in Revelation in the Bible how it talks of having a new name written on a white stone. I felt like this was something I needed to tie into the book. I knew I wanted her to be in India with the heat, animals, and regional spices around her. While researching, I stumbled upon the short attack by the French on Madras in the 18th century. The story formed from there.
Q: Do you start with the entire story mapped out...or do you travel with your characters?
A: I briefly do a timeline (actually draw a line on paper and put key things on it I have thought of to occur in the story). From there, I write and travel along in the story with the characters. I am often surprised where a character takes me and pleased I don’t plot too heavily. I write where I’ve always wanted to visit or where I find cozy and would want to meander and stay awhile. I generally start with a location over starting with the idea of a character. I know some writers who start with a character, but locations tend to give me my first inspiration.
Q: What was your journey that God took you on that led you to writing?
A: It’s been more of a journey of confidence in Him than confidence in myself. I realized a few years ago that He had given me the love of writing. It was a gift. Some refer to it as a calling. I knew that I had a way with words or a way of talking with words that some people could relate to. This acknowledgment led me to want to acquire knowledge to live up to that gift. I wrote along the way for several years (stories that called to my heart, which later became Persistent Love and the beginnings of A Heart’s Home), but more than that, I read A LOT of what I loved to read so that I could learn. I also studied books on the craft. I am still continuing to learn and grow as I try to live up to the gift God has blessed me with.
Q: What's the most ironic or funny thing that's happened while writing?
A: While writing, hmmm. I guess that I’ve found myself in my writing spot (in a public place) balling my eyes out after writing a scene or laughing out loud. It’s kind of embarrassing and I look up and realize I’m not there in the story, but actually out in a public place. I wonder if I often appear like I’ve escaped from a lockup somewhere.
Q: Can you share a little about your family?
A: I have a great husband who is super supportive of me, even if he doesn’t always understand the neurotic qualities of a writer. I am a mom of five boys. Our oldest has left home and is in the United States Coast Guard (we still miss him every day). Nobody warned me I’d have to let them go one by one someday. That makes me sad and I try to treasure every moment with my guys, even if they drive me slightly insane. Writing is my therapy.
I heard a whisper. Was it my name on the wind? “If you’re real, you better prove it soon. You’re almost too late.” I hung there suspended, almost expecting an answer. I shouted again to the clear blue sky, to the metal and the hot gravel at my hands, “Show me. Show me, Jesus, how life with you could be different.” ~All the Angels Stood
He’d changed into a tan sweater right before dinner and sitting there leaning casually back in his chair, he looked like some decadent chocolate dessert. ~Lainey Sparks
My heart’s been broken a long time. It seems it finds some hope in remembering your face. ~A Christmas Coffee
Decidedly, he nodded to himself in the mirror, determining to win her affection if it took every heartfelt trick in the book. Good thing it was small town and he knew her routine. Her schedule was as predictable as Mrs. Owen’s cat’s birthing schedule, filling the small town with orange tabbies for seven years now. One in every farm house and store front. Speaking of which, Casper jumped up and into the sink as Dash finished shaving. “Gotta go woo yer momma,” he whispered conspiringly to the round, purring beast. ~Faith, Love, and Fried Chicken
The wind whipped up and blew Tara’s long dark hair about her face, obscuring her first view of the inside of the castle. ~Persistent Love
The intruder glanced toward the bed, meeting her startled gaze as she peered from beneath the coverlet. ~Persistent Love
She leaned almost imperceptibly towards the Duke, enunciating her words perfectly. “I am not English property yet.” ~A Heart's Home
“I-I never did fit in.”
“You’ll fit just fine here.”
Asyra looked at her then, deeply into her grandmother’s blue eyes, so like her own.
“No, I won’t.”
~A Heart's Home
Satan will ask to sift the Judas’ as well as the Peters’ and Jobs’. ~A Mom's Battle Cry to Overcome Fear
I could have laughed at my ridiculousness had I not wanted to cry at the fear. It was back. What was devastating to me was that it wasn’t just something I could gaze at from afar, but it gripped my heart unexpectedly and frightened me to the core. ~A Mom's Battle Cry to Overcome Fear
Look up at the sky. Notice the trees stretching so tall, reaching up just to touch the hem of the Guest of Honor. ~A Mom's Battle Cry for Rest
Preparation and voicing your intent are needed, for you and many times for those around you. ~A Mom's Battle Cry for Rest