Wednesday, April 08, 2015

Sweet Sandra Hart Visiting Today!


It's a pleasure to have my friend and fellow-author, Sandra Hart visiting today. Enjoy her post!

Early Morning Thoughts at a Writers Retreat
by Sandra Merville Hart

I'm at a writers retreat this morning. It's 7:10 am and I'm showered and dressed. It's been raining since before Becky and I arrived yesterday afternoon.

Mary isn't feeling well. The damp chill is having a harsh effect on her RA. I think she slept some but not nearly enough. I believe she's upstairs resting in the recliner now.

It felt like a refrigerator in this cabin basement last night. I'm glad I brought an extra blanket.
Carole just popped her head in. She was freezing last night, too -- so chilled, in fact, that she now has a headache because of it. This rustic and homey cabin is beating us up a little. I have a headache and the start of a cold. Mine might be from taking a not-too-warm shower. I rushed for fear that the water would get completely cold.

I hear voices now -- Carole and Tamera, I think. Michelle just turned on the light in the futon room.
The authors are waking up. Beware, world. Who knows what will happen in our morning's writing session?
Killers revealed? Innocent people murdered in a crime of greed?

A man and woman in a promising dating relationship quarrel over some insignificant event and it spirals out of control. Or maybe they fight over something vitally important and seemingly part ways forever. Seemingly. We authors excel at painting a picture of how bad it gets when people don't communicate.

Perhaps a couple will receive news of a pregnancy. She's thrilled; he pushes for an abortion.

How about a story of a little girl who befriends the lonely old woman next door -- the one who doesn't want any children walking through her yard so the child stays on her side of the bushes and talks louder?
Knowing Michelle, some sci-fi adventure will take place in a scope and dimension that my brain can only marvel at.

Or perhaps we will step back in time to Victorian America with settings in a small town, a prairie, or a progressive college.

Just look out, world. The authors will be hard at work today.

And we hope you are the better for it.

We will be.


Author Bio  
Sandra Merville Hart loves to find unusual facts in her historical research to use in her stories. She and her husband enjoy traveling to many of the sites in her books to explore the history. She serves as Assistant Editor for DevoKids.com and contributes articles about history and holidays. She has written for several publications and websites including The Secret Place, Harpstring, Splickety Magazine, Pockets Magazine, Common Ground, Afictionado, and ChristianDevotions.us. Her inspirational Civil War novella, A Stranger on My Land, released on August 21, 2014.




BLURB for A Stranger on My Land
Carrie and her little brother, Jay, find a wounded soldier on their land after a battle which later became known as "The Battle Above the Clouds." Adam, a Union soldier, has been shot twice in the arm. Though Carrie is reluctant to take Adam to their cave where her family hides their livestock from both armies, she cannot turn her back on him. 

But her Aunt Lavinia, bitter over what Yankees have done to their land, urges Carrie to allow Adam to die. Carrie refuses, but cannot remove the bullets. Adam's friendship with Jay softens her heart toward him. It's not long until his gratitude and teasing manner spark a friendship between the young couple. Even though Carrie's father fights for the Confederacy in far-off Virginia, her feelings for the handsome young soldier begin to blossom into love. 

When Adam's condition worsens, Carrie knows a Union surgeon is needed to save his life. How can she accomplish this and keep her family's hiding place a secret?



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1 comment:

https://sandramervillehart.wordpress.com/ said...

Thanks for hosting me on your wonderful blog, Carole!

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