Writing too

  Yes I am also, among the millions, that think they can write a book. It’s like my art. Art is an expression of my heart. It doesn’t matter that you always like it. I do it because I can’t help it. I love to create stories out of my imagination. It feels great! 

My first book I wrote was a book of poetry. It is sitting in a desk drawer, unpublished. Someday I may update it with new poetry and publish it. 

My second book I wrote was a Healthy Eating book. I mainly wrote it for my sisters. It was on my heart because diabetics runs in my family, although I don’t have it yet. 

I have also started about four or five other books. They were all fiction. That is the area I enjoy the most. Why you asked? Because there are no stops put on your imagination. Let it go and it can become anything. It is just south fun. 





 I started writing a fantasy book in August. It is called Pixie Magic. I have now finished it. I have read through it several times, but I have a lot more work to do. I know I could have worked harder and faster, but the best thing is–It has been finished! 

At the moment there are 43,568 words. That will obviously go up or down as I revise it again. This is book one of a series.  I am ready for proofing, proofing, and more proofing. Next, I need to have it reviewed and printed. 

My sisters have read most of it and they think it is good. But who can believe sisters; they are prejudiced. Ha!  The book reflects my imagination quite well. This just proves anything is possible with words. The hardest part was actually when to start the new chapters. I tried to treat it the same as a paper, but sometimes I got so involved I forgot about chapters. I still have much to do. 

Any suggestions?

Do I need a dedicated website yet?

Would a Facebook page for my books do?

How do you feel about Amazon books?

What is your definition of  Indie books? 



New picture from my daughter. Vanilla Ice.   


Vanilla Ice.
Christ on the Cross
My daughter is 28 and Autistic. Autism Spectrum Disorder is a disease that affects millions in the U.S. It is a serious developmental disorder that impairs the ability to communicate and interact. (http.google.autusm.com). 

According to the Mayo Clinic:

Autism spectrum disorder (ASD) and autism are both general terms for a group of complex disorders of brain development. These disorders are characterized, in varying degrees, by difficulties in social interaction, verbal and nonverbal communication and repetitive behaviors.

My daughter has beautiful curly blond hair, hazel eyes, and a blessed figure. This is the difficult part of having a child with autism. Until you observe carefully, you won’t know anything is wrong with her. It takes most people a few years of being around her to realize she is mentally about eight years old. She understands some adult concepts, but, really, she is only a child in a woman’s body. If harm happens to her, which has happened, she has nightmares for years. 

The only time she remembers what has happened is on rare occasions and in her nightmares. Life for a child or adult with autism is filled with fear. Fear of others, unknown places, changes, unknown facts; fear controls all of her 


Season of Giving Season of Thieving

Yesterday a friend of mine had their house broken into and property stolen. It was so hard to hear about that so close to where I live. I went through it also a few years ago after moving into the property I currently live in. 

It is very devastating to think about thieves breaking into someone’s home when it has happened to you. When I first moved into my current home, it was broken into many times over the first two years. At that point, you either fight back or curl in a ball and give up. 

What makes a person want to be a thief? Are they actually hungry and desperate for food? Doubtful. What motivates them?  No moral upbringing, no God in their lives, depraved living, bad friend choices, drugs, alcohol, envy, even the excitement and thrill of danger. All of those things could cause them to desire something of someone else’s. 

After having my home broke into, I lived in fear for a while. A few months later my daughter was also assaulted while in the throws of a seizure. Although she didn’t know anything about it until later, I was outraged. It pushed me one step closer to snapping. Luckily, I have family, friends, and God that brought us through. 

After the thieves broke into my home, I felt like we had been emotionally raped. I could crawl into a hole and curl up and want to die, or I could fight back. I chose to fight back. 

Living a life of faith had always been important to me. I researched scriptures that infused prayers of protection and put together prayers for safety for my home. I put in the strongest light on my property that made it almost seem like daytime at night. Next, I bought a gun, practiced my shooting, and became efficient at it. After that, I would walk my property in the middle of the night, gun in hand, and bright light ready to look around dark corners and peruse my property. It consumed me. 

They had won and my life was caught in a cycle of fear. I decided to fight back. I refused to let them have control of my life. Gradually, through prayer and time, I won my battle. I talked to a friend who called the local police and had them drive their cars through our neighborhood. Several neighbors had also had problems as well, so it worked out well for all of us. Now I live in faith that my God will protect me and mine. 

“For he has not given me a spirit of fear, but of love and a sound mind.” Several scriptures speak of not living in fear. Hebrews 13:6, Philippians 4:11, Proverbs 1:33, Psalms 34:7. Surround yourself with good people, search the Word for His guidance. Pray and live in him. 


Fun with the Canvas

Artist, Sherry Goforth, has a lot of fun using her brush to express her creative side. Retired, she spends every day surrounded by her art and her family.

Sherry graduated from Lyons College in Batesville, AR, with a degree in Art. 

Sherry spends many of her days at Gallery 246 on Main Street in Batesville. She works at the gallery, teaches classes, and helps manages many parts of the business with the public. She also has some of her own art on display. 

Here are some of her pieces. 



Art from the Heart

Kevin J. Wilson
Kevin J. Wilson

Indy artist, Kevin J. Wilson, paints from with passion. He studied at the Rhode Island School of Design. He paints from the heart and shares his artistic passions with his graphic design classes and art classes he teaches. He lives his “Art from the Heart.”  

Living most of his life in the Indianapolis area, he has continued to receive awards every year in the art community. 

I have known Kevin since 1997 and have the pleasure of being his friend. I worked as a teacher with him teaching graphic design classes and learning much from him along the way. 

He is an artist that loves and treasures family, God, and art. Sharing his passion for art with people is just part of that. 

One of my favorite styles he does is his airbrush painting. He also does well in computerized art and oil. Here are a few of his pieces.  




Short Writing Bursts

  Jessie and Armand walked hand in hand down the lane enjoying the quiet solitude of peace and quiet. The trees gently swayed in a breeze sweeping their branches over them in protection. 

Walking hand in hand, Jessie could not believe how lucky she was to have Armand at her side. 

The colorful fall foliage surrounded them as they walked further down the lane. 

Quiet enveloped them. They seemed to walk in a world all their own down the never ending lane. 

The rustle of leaves, birds calling warnings, and water trickling over rocks in the stream was all they heard as they walked down the lane.