Good news! Things are moving along with my second novel “The Legend”! I’ll be announcing the publication date soon so that you can plan your spring reading schedule!! If you have a copy of “Heirloom”, the first in this three-part book series with Kate Tyler, why not read it again before “The Legend” comes out? A few things to watch for in the coming days and weeks—the cover reveal (it is going to be awesome!), and a few teaser postings. Here’s one to start you wondering exactly what this book is going to be about!
I know you will love “The Legend”!
I hope to see you at "The Perfect Piece" on November 6! It will be a wonderful day to start your Christmas shopping! #shoplocal
The Military Writer's Society of America has awarded Heirloom (A Kate Tyler Novel) a gold medal in the Literary Fiction category! MWSA provides a rigorous review of submitted books for their awards and it is an honor to be given this gold medal! Thank you to all of Kate Tyler's fans! And a big thanks to the MWSA for their service to veterans through their support of writings and art.
The Military Writers Society of America announced the finalists for their 2021 book awards and Heirloom is a finalist! I won't know exactly what award has been given until mid September when they announce the medals. I am so excited and grateful for this!
A bench beckons the weary traveler to sit.
Alone, apart---solitary resting.
Always looking out.
Never looking back.
Wood, stone, curved and rough-hewn like a hurried need.
To know there is a place for rest.
A place of one’s own.
A place for anyone.
Snow covered, petal covered, sun covered, leaf covered.
A year of saying, I am here. Welcome. Sit. Be at peace.
Look out over what the world is.
A view of God’s handiwork.
A blue lake, a snow covered mountain, a rocky river soft with ripples.
Sit and rest as the sun rises, as the sun sets.
Along the path, there is always a bench.
Waiting for the weary traveler.
I am honored to have received a review for "Heirloom (A Kate Tyler Novel)" from the Military Writers Society of America! The MWSA is a "nationwide association of authors, poets, and artists drawn together by the common bond of military service." Whether the author has a military background or relatives who have served our country, the MWSA is a place for those who love to write and who honor those who defend this nation. Check out their website at https://www.mwsadispatches.com/. Thank you MWSA for this lovely review!
How do you continue to live after you experience the perfect storm of job loss, relationship betrayal, and the death of your twin? Any one of those occurrences can lead to heartbreak and confusion, but if all three happen in close proximity, you must learn to adapt to your new circumstances—if you want to survive.
Kate, who always considered herself the weaker twin after their adoptive parents died, is truly alone now and feels ill-equipped to experience life without the support her sister always seemed to provide. Inheriting property she didn’t know her twin had recently purchased, Kate decides to honor her sister’s memory by at least looking at the house before selling it. She struggles to overcome the debilitating inertia of grief and makes her way to Eden Springs, a small town in North Carolina, only to discover that the house and land have fallen into complete disrepair.
Kate’s journey of personal growth begins as she entertains the notion that she might not be as weak as she had always assumed. She leans into her grief, accepts life as it is, and grows stronger, while still allowing others to come alongside to support her.
Beautiful descriptions and emotional scenes are interspersed with action scenes. Quirky characters are added for comic relief, while sinister individuals provide additional conflict to keep the plot moving swiftly to its conclusion.
I hope the author has more stories to tell. I look forward to her next book.
Review by Betsy Beard (March 2021)
“Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.”—Voltaire
I hope I have started this year’s reading list on a good note—I think I have! I have read John Grisham’s “A Time for Mercy” and Anita Shreve’s “The Stars Are Fire” and have launched into Shreve’s “The Weight of Water”. A book I have on ‘standby’ is Grisham’s
“The Reckoning”. I have read it before so it may be put aside for a while.
I plan on reading a variety of authors and genres, fiction and non-fiction (I love a good biography) this year. What are you reading? Or maybe a better question is “What would you love to read next?”
A little Christmas story for you! Enjoy and Merry Christmas and a very happy, healthy, loving New Year!
Jenny stepped up to the door of the bookstore, framed her eyes with her hands and peered in. There was little visibility to the interior, but the lights were on which led her to think the shop was open. Tall bookshelves lined the walls of the large room and a set of shorter shelves occupied the center. Boxes of books stacked one on top of the other, the bottom ones sagging under the weight, were pushed into the corners and with all the disarray, she thought it looked like the store was under renovation or perhaps just not opened for business yet.
Suddenly the door opened, setting off a shopkeepers bell which tinkled in greeting. A small man stood just inside the doorway, one hand on the latch and the other grasping the top of a simple wooden cane. He was thin and seemed frail and spent from life, his skin wafer-thin and streaked with bluish veins. Wisps of hair curved around his round head and sprouted, stubble-like, on the bald top of it. Plaid suspenders held up pants that seemed too large for him and as Jenny looked down, she noticed he had only a stained, tattered pair of slippers on his feet.
The old man adjusted a pair of wireframed glasses that were set far down on his nose and leaned towards Jenny as if to get a better look. Suddenly, a wide smile erupted on his face.
“My dear, come in, come in!” he exclaimed, opening the door wider and motioning Jenny into the poorly lit room. “Merry Christmas!”
Jenny smiled in return. “Merry Christmas to you, sir! I wasn’t sure you were open yet. There were no hours posted on the door.”
“Well, we are open whenever we want you see,” he explained, selecting a book from a precarious stack by the door. He peered over his glasses at its spine as he shuffled away. He turned back and motioned for Jenny to follow. “That is the beauty of being the proprietor of one’s own little bookshop, don’t you think?”
Jenny’s eyes soon adjusted to the dim light of the room and she began to notice signs of Christmas; small, subtle nods to the season, but lovingly placed. A miniature Christmas tree in a clay pot, dotted with tiny red and green balls and wrapped with a feathery string of lights sat on the end of an old wood and glass display counter at the back of the store. A plastic wreath of faded green with an equally washed-out red velvet bow, wrinkled and flat, hung down the front of the counter, secured with a short piece of tape. A dusty cut-glass bowl filled with hard candy, stuck together from age, had been placed next to the little tree.
The old man stepped behind the counter. “Now, what is it you are looking for today, my dear? A classic perhaps? A romance or maybe a mystery?” He waved his hand around the room. “We have a bit of everything!”
Jenny thought for a moment. She hadn’t planned on buying a book that day. She was on her way to the hardware store next door to pick up hammer and nails, blue-gray paint and paint rollers and brushes. The porch on the farmhouse needed repair and she was the only person who could manage it now—if managing was the right word. She was barely surviving, let alone managing anything. But the thought of tools and paint and brushes in her hands at least gave her the hope that she could accomplish something positive in the next few days. A book would most likely sidetrack everything but the thought of curling up in the rocker on the porch, watching the sunset across the wide fields held a comforting promise, too. Maybe it was possible to do both and she stepped over to a stack of books on a small table. The sign propped up against them said “Buy one, get two free”.
“Is this right?” she asked. “Buy one, get two free?”
“Yes, yes,” the old man responded gleefully. “Fill your bookshelves for the new year! Collect them, give them away! A book is a bargain at any price don’t you think?”
Jenny wholeheartedly agreed with him as she launched a search through the stack. Rebecca was on top and she picked it up and opened to the title page. She breathed in sharply when she saw a scrawled signature across the title.
“This is signed!” she exclaimed. “Signed by Daphne De Maurier herself?”
“Yes, yes-take that one, please! Have you read it?”
Had she read it? Jenny had devoured the library copy as a teenager, several times over. She flipped through the pages now, sighing over familiar passages. She closed it and quickly tucked it under her arm and picked up the next one.
“Pride and Prejudice,” she whispered. It was not signed but simply opening the book evoked memories of green grass under an oak tree on a summer’s day, her dog Einstein sleeping at her side as she absorbed the blossoming romance of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. She tucked it under her arm next to Rebecca.
She sat down in a small chair next to the little table and continued her search. To Kill a Mockingbird, Gone with the Wind, The Princess Bride. The stack seemed never ending as if more books replaced the ones she had stuffed in her arms, growing instead of shrinking. The old shopkeeper brought her a box, and she began to place the books in it as she marveled at the memories welling up with each new title. He brought another box and Jenny looked up at him.
“I think I should probably stop at one box,” she said.
He patted her hand. “If you think so, my dear. You have chosen well.”
But she had not been the one to choose the books, it seemed. It seemed that he had placed the books, all of her beloved favorites, there, just for her, every one a treasured piece of her past, whose brilliant phrases had jumped from the pages to be forever lodged in her brain, whose characters had become close friends, whose stories were lives, sometimes more real, and better, than her own.
She reluctantly got up from the little chair and carried the box of books to the counter. The old man wrote each title and its price on a sales slip, noting which ones were to be paid for and which ones were free.
“It seems you have one more free book to choose,” he said. “May I suggest one?”
He had not been wrong about her favorites yet, so she nodded. “Yes, please.”
He went to a tall bookshelf near the counter, reached up high, his fingers barely reaching the shelf. He nudged the spine of a thin book until it tumbled out. He caught it and brought it back to Jenny as if for her approval.
“A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens. Of course, that would be perfect,” she said.
Jenny paid the old man, thanked him for the books, wished him a Merry Christmas and walked to the door, the box full of books seeming light in her hands.
“Merry Christmas, my dear!” he called after her. “And a Happy New Year!”
Jenny set the box of books in the trunk of her car and went on to the hardware store. She picked up a hammer and nails, blue-gray paint and paint brushes and rollers. And she bought several pieces of plywood, a saw, screws, and a screwdriver.
She drove home, to the farmhouse with its peeling paint, ragged bushes and sagging porch. She set the box of books next to the small, undecorated Christmas tree in the large front room and set a pot of coffee to brew. She brought the box of supplies from the hardware store to the garage, discovered two sawhorses under an old tarp, and pulled them out to the driveway.
She had no idea what she was doing but by the end of the day, as the sun set across the fields, she carried a perfect blue-gray bookshelf to the porch. When the paint dried, the books would be lined up alphabetically by author, or maybe by title, or just maybe randomly placed with no thought at all. She could sit in the rocker and reach for any book she wanted and know now that she could manage anything—anything at all.
Check out the Holiday Open House at Campbell Road Nursery 2804 Campbell Road, Raleigh, NC
Saturday, DECEMBER 5
8-11 am live broadcast, Weekend Gardener
~10 am - Therapy mini horses Kiwi and Lola
11:30 - 1:30 food will be served to you
throughout the day...
Nancy Wakeley, local author will be onsite to sign copies of her latest book - gift idea gift idea!!
Plenty of plants, sales, Christmas plants for your selection...
There will be people directing you for parking.
Please be watchful.
--Reminder -- our retail parking lot has a one way flow, counter clockwise, do not exit out the "in" side.
You may be directed to parking across Campbell road, parking in the wholesale area. Be prepared and watchful. Enjoy!