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They Have Arrived!

So, if you’ve been waiting for a signed copy of Whispered Warnings, Book 2 of the Whispering Art Series, they have finally arrived.

Just contact me by email, text or FB message, and we can schedule a time/place for me to get it to you.

For those who will need it mailed to you, I should be able to get them to the post office by Tuesday.

I can’t wait to get this book in your hands and to hear back from you on how much you love it!

Of course it is also still available on Amazon.

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Whispered Warnings

The Wait is Over!

Yes, for all you wonderful readers who read the final page of Watercolor Whispers, closed the book, and began asking when I would have Book 2 for them…

IT IS HERE!

Book Two of the Whispering Art Series

Mia Reed’s artwork is a gift from a higher power and holds clues that help solve mysteries.

Detective Ronald Bishop, the man she loves, is desperate to find his twin sister who disappeared fifteen years ago. But in the meantime he’s lured to follow Mia to her hometown, where a clinical psychologist has jumped to her death. Or did she? When two more single women suffer the same fate, everyone realizes these are not suicides. A serial killer has invaded their peaceful small town!


Will Mia’s gift help them catch a murderer before he strikes too close to home?

Whispered Warnings is now available on Amazon, OR if you would like an autographed copy, you may preorder, and I should have copies available for you by no later than January 15th.

Oh, and before you ask, Book Three, Waiting for the Whisper, is in the works with planned release by

May 2021.

To all my wonderful readers, I hope you enjoy the read, and I love and appreciate you more than I can say!

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Coming Soon!

Book 2 of the Whispering Art Series

Mia Reed’s artwork is a gift from a higher power

And holds clues that help solve mysteries.

Detective Ronald Bishop, the man she loves, is desperate to find

his twin sister who disappeared fifteen years ago. But in the

meantime he’s lured to follow Mia to her hometown, where a clinical

psychologist has jumped to her death. Or did she? When two more

single women suffer the same fate, everyone realizes these are not

suicides. A serial killer has invaded their peaceful, small town!

Will Mia’s gift help them catch a murderer

before he strikes too close to home?

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It all started closer to thirty-five years ago when I met this black-belt in karate class.  He was a brute, able to break cinder blocks with his head. Yes, I guess you could say he’s hard-headed. 😉 And when we sparred, I’m sure he could have killed me…

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But happily, he fell in love with me instead!

We had quickly become friends, and that friendship gradually developed into so much more. We fell in love. We got married.

And the wonderful thing is, we are still friends.

We have celebrated many anniversaries since then–well this is the thirty-third so I guess that’s obvious;)–and there have been many surprises along the way. Of course there are the kinds of everyday surprises, good and bad, but I think more good than bad, BUT Lee has also given me some special anniversary surprises… Like gathering family and friends at Coombs for our 25th

And then there was the time our bestest friends, Bev Stiffler Smith and Michele and Wendell Harper drove all the way down to the beach to help us celebrate our 30th. I had no idea they were coming until they showed up. These people sure do know how to keep a secret!

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Our thirty-three years of marriage have been filled with fun and adventures, and we’ve traveled to places I never thought I’d see…

South Africa
London
Paris
Rome
Cliffs of Moher

The travel has been amazing–neither of us was a world-traveler–but half the fun was in the planning and anticipation. In this our thirty-third year of marriage we had planned trips back to two of our favorite places–Hawaii and South Africa–but we, like everybody else, did not travel this year. We spent all those months together–just the two of us–and that was okay. I was recently thinking how miserable that time could have been if we didn’t get along well–if we didn’t like each other. But we do. Hallelujah!

And I am grateful!

This final picture I will borrow from my husband–who by the way is about half the man he used to be after losing weight and getting so svelte–because this is the perfect then and now.

Happy Anniversary, Lee!

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The wait is over!

Now available on Amazon…

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On Kindle or Paperback.

You’ll have to wait just a wee bit longer if you’d like a signed copy.  I should have my books in hand to sign for you before the end of the month.

Let me know if you’d like to pre-order a signed copy.

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Pummeled by icy daggers, every cell in Detective Ron Bishop’s body screamed to wake up from his fifteen-year-old nightmare. Freezing shower shards cut through the 5:00 a.m. drowsiness. He knew he needed to be awake—wide awake and in the present—when he reached the crime scene.

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So begins Book 1 of my new mystery series.

You will, of course, get to know the detective better as you read on, but he is not our main character. That would be our protagonist, Mia Reed. If you’ve read the Bridge Club Series, you will remember Mia as an adolescent in book 3, Premonition Bridge. We meet her again (now a twenty-three year old art therapist) at the beginning of the next chapter.

When the invisible hand guided hers, Mia Reed knew the image would hold a message—a crucial message—possibly a matter of life or death. But on this Tuesday morning her hand was her own as she looked at her newest client’s intake information.

So what’s it all about? 

Art therapist Mia Reed has a calling to help her patients as well as a special gift—paintings that provide clues to crimes. However, Freddie Alessi—an assault victim whose wife has gone missing—leaves every session more disturbed than when he arrived… almost as disturbed as Mia feels about his charming and attractive older brother Anthony. Her brain says run, but his fervent kisses keep drawing her back.

Detective Ron Bishop is intrigued by Mia’s gift as he struggles to solve missing persons and murder cases. But when Mia’s hand is guided by an outside force, can the clues in her drawings lead to the killer and answer the questions in time?

You can find out in the soon to be released Watercolor Whispers.

TO BE RELEASED THIS MONTH!

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Have you ever felt out of step… different from others… like a weirdo? 

Do you always feel that way?

Well don’t worry. That just means you haven’t found your tribe yet.

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This spring has been filled with disappointments. Things we’ve lost or missed out on. Trips to exciting places. Relaxing vacations. Weddings, reunions, graduations, birthdays, anniversaries. The list goes on and on.

Things we’ve looked forward to with great anticipation were suddenly snatched away because of COVID-19.

Like all of you, I lost some of those things. Between my husband, Lee, and I, we had trips to Maui, Argentina, Cape May, South Africa and Lancaster, PA all cancelled.

But wait… Did I say Lancaster, Pennsylvania? What’s so exciting about that?

For me, it may have been the greatest let down of all because it was the annual Pennwriters Conference. I started looking forward to this conference the day after last year’s conference in Pittsburgh.

Now what has all this to do with finding your tribe? Or being a weirdo?

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Let me explain first by saying I found my tribe.

I found a small part of my tribe (but a big part of my heart) sitting around my publisher, Demi Steven‘s, dining room table in 2015.

And then my tribe grew and grew through Pennwriters.

My tribe of funny, quirky, wonderful, inspiring writers always lift my spirits, and I discovered I’m not all that weird. Well, at least if I am, I’m in good company. Make that great company! (I am fortunate enough to have found myself part of several tribes, but that’s a story for another day.)

Yesterday — A good day — A great gift

People from all over Pennsylvania and beyond were feeling bummed as the weekend of “the conference that wasn’t to be” approached. Then an amazing group of people from Pennwriters gave us a delightful surprise–The Mini-May Madness.  They learned and mastered all the necessary technology, put in the many hours of ZOOM practice, etc., and presented us with a Friday night and all day Saturday experience.

I still missed seeing and hugging everyone and all the great happenings of a live conference BUT…

My tribe didn’t let me down. From the Read & Critique evening to morning meditation to mini workshops to Q&A with two amazing authors, Susan Meier and Jonathan Maberry, it was a day filled with inspiration. I am in awe of these presenters and their generosity.

 

And when Jonathan Maberry referred to himself as a “weirdo” like all of us writers, I was suddenly proud to say, “I’m a weirdo too!”

Who inspires you?

I hope you’ve found your tribe, but if you haven’t…

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Until next time,

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First, let’s talk about Clara Barton.

There are certain books we read as children that leave an indelible impression. For me, one of those books was Clara Barton, Girl Nurse. During this pandemic, as we have all become more aware than ever of how special and crucial nurses are, this very special woman’s story came back to me.

So who is Clara Barton, and why is she special?

Born Clarissa Harlowe Barton, the list of her accomplishments is long, but the most notable is as the founder of The American Red Cross.

Clara lived from 1821 to 1912. She attended boarding school where she extremely timid and shy and became so lonely and depressed she was brought back home. Always anxious to help, she found herself at a loss and didn’t want to burden her family. Hoping to help Clara overcome her timidity, her parents suggested she become a schoolteacher. She acquired her teaching certificate in 1839 at the age of seventeen. And from there, she began to blossom. Continuing her education, Clara soon became so well written that her body of work could instruct statesman of the time. She moved to Washington D.C. and in 1855 had a clerkship in the U.S. Patent Office making the same salary as men. This was unheard of at the time, and she suffered much abuse from her male counterparts for the three years she was there.

In 1861 the Baltimore Riot resulted in the first bloodshed of the Civil War. When forty wounded men from the Massachusetts regiment were brought to Washington D.C., Barton was there to meet and nurse them. That was the beginning of her dedication to army work as she dedicated herself to supplying food, clothing, and other supplies to the wounded soldiers. She also provided emotional support to lift their spirits by talking with and reading to them as well as writing letters to their families. Clara Barton became known as the Florence Nightingale of America as well as the “Angel of the Battlefield” since she spent time on the frontlines tending the wounded.  Probably what she is most remembered for though is founding the American Red Cross.

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Next, let’s talk a little about Florence Nightingale.

A contemporary of Clara Barton’s, born in 1820, Florence Nightingale knew by eighteen how she wanted to spend her life as she felt called on by God to dedicate her life to the service of others. Her high-class British family was not at all happy about this, but despite their outrage, by 1844 she’d made up her mind to become a nurse.  She and the nurses she’d trained, tended wounded soldiers in the Crimean War. It was said in The Times that “When all the medical officers have retired for the night and silence and darkness have settled down upon those miles of prostrate sick, she may be observed alone, with a little lamp in her hand, making her solitary rounds.“ Nightingale became known as the lady with the lamp and an angel of mercy.

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Lady with the Lamp

Perhaps the most important contribution Florence Nightingale made to society was to declare hospitals must not be a place where people get more sick. She knew they must be designed to provide safe conditions and filled with well trained nurses to care for the sick and injured.

Finally, let’s talk about Darleen Muhly.

What? You’ve never heard of her? Well, that’s probably because she is not one of the twenty-five most famous nurses nor is she known for some particular contribution to medicine. No, I’ve chosen Darleen Muhly to represent all the wonderful nurses who quietly go about healing and caring for their patients without any special recognition. This nurse, who also happens to be my wonderful sister, spent much of her nursing career in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) caring for the most vulnerable little humans born a little too soon. She may not be known to many, but I know without a doubt there are many, many parents of those once fragile little ones who are forever grateful to her and others like her.

Is there a special nurse in your family or one who holds a special place in your heart for the care they give? I’d love to hear about them.

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You’ve Got This!

Have you ever felt stuck? Is there something major challenging you now?

Well I’m here to say, You’ve Got This!

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As some of you know, when I decided to write my new book in a different genre, I soon discovered the move from writing romance to writing mystery was quite a challenge.

Readers of my Bridge Club Series have asked,

When is your next book coming out?

How’s the new book coming?

And for a very long time, with some embarrassment, I mumbled, “I’m stuck.” 

Yes, I wrote the first few chapters, then BAM!

I hit a brick wall

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Months went by, and I stared at the blank page to begin chapter four.

It remained blank.

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No matter how long or how hard I stared at it, nothing… until two things happened.

First, I met with my editor/publisher/coach and friend Demi StevensShe inspires me to GSD–Get Stuff Done! (Yes, you can substitute another word for stuff.) 

And Second, I stopped focusing on the whole book and started taking it one chapter–or one brick–at a time.

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So after meeting with my coach in March, I decided to tackle this task bit by bit, chapter by chapter, and guess what…

Yesterday I completed the first draft of my new book — Coming Soon —

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(Working Title)

Now soon is a relative term, so I’m not promising an exact date of release yet. This is the first draft after all. Now the fun begins. It’s time to rewrite!

But I am sharing this bit of news to encourage you to focus on one brick, and–no matter what wall is blocking your progress–you will tear that wall down!

(Images thanks to Pixabay)

One last thing: I am close enough to completion to be getting excited about a cover. Here are three images I’m considering for part of the cover. I’d love it if you’d help with this big decision and tell me which one you like best. (The protagonist, Mia–who was growing up in the Bridge Series–is grown and an art therapist.)

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Until next time…

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Re-Birth

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A Poem by G. K. Bostic

(I was given a challenge a few years ago to write a one-sentence 40 line poem. As I sat out on my deck, I was inspired by listening and looking at my surroundings.)

One spring day
As I meandered
Through my greening world,
And listened to
The sounds of birth
Surrounding me,

I observed a song,
A symphony of life
Springing from
The dormant fields
In colors of
A new season

Filled with violets
And hues of yellow and pink
As an artist’s brush
Lavished his canvas
With impressionistic
Beauty,

And the waking earth
Held murmurings
Of awakening life
As birds sang,
Dogs barked,
And children played

Together
Like all the players
In the symphony
Collaborating
To create a spring
Concerto,

And the music
Rang through the trees
Dancing with the breeze,
A waltz
Circling round
And round

While a single bird
On the rooftop high
Sat wrapped
In feathers and sky.

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