POWERFUL COVER! Douglas Johnson, expert filmmaker (of Johnny Lingo) and now the fabulous mystery writer for the Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine (he has invented trailers for his story and they knock your socks off!) has designed a cover for my new book Fires of Jerusalem, and I am totally impressed.
THE EARTHKEEPERS: 2nd entry, (you'll have to wait for the "rape") Standing at the well, Mara thought she heard more than the wind on the road: a shuffling sound, someone running. In the distance a cock called. While Mara lowered the pail deep into the well, the whisper of the grinding rope was the only sound she could hear, but after the pail cracked the ice, hit the dark water, gulped, sank, she could hear the footsteps again.
This book is so old, it isn't even on the computer yet. But it will be, for the kindle! It's still a pot boiler.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
DREAMS COME TRUE!
I am going to post my novel about Provo, Utah. THE EARTHKEEPERS is about hardy people who wanted to find a safe place to colonize the bare country of the vast west. They went to the Salt Lake desert because Indians were inhabiting the lush Bear River Valley to the north, and the Utah Valley to the south. The farmers scratched out a living in the heat, but their cows gravitated toward the greener grasses.
When the Indians began killing the cows, Brigham Young sent thirty families down to tame the natives, and build PROVO, UTAH. In 2006 it was named by the Sperling List the "Least Stressful" city in the entire United States of America. That's a good award. I'm not saying we are not stressed out sometimes! But I am now gathering photographs of old Provo, and taking some new ones for an Arcadia Publishing book about the city that will knock your socks off. But my novel will also tell it all! Here is the first paragraph:
The flat miles across the floor of the valley lay under a late March frost. On her way out the door to fetch water, Mara pulled Papa's leather jerkin from its nail beside the milk pan and flung it over her white robe. Though it felt stiff against her skin, it cut off the sharp wind whistling down Emmigration Canyon.
When the Indians began killing the cows, Brigham Young sent thirty families down to tame the natives, and build PROVO, UTAH. In 2006 it was named by the Sperling List the "Least Stressful" city in the entire United States of America. That's a good award. I'm not saying we are not stressed out sometimes! But I am now gathering photographs of old Provo, and taking some new ones for an Arcadia Publishing book about the city that will knock your socks off. But my novel will also tell it all! Here is the first paragraph:
The flat miles across the floor of the valley lay under a late March frost. On her way out the door to fetch water, Mara pulled Papa's leather jerkin from its nail beside the milk pan and flung it over her white robe. Though it felt stiff against her skin, it cut off the sharp wind whistling down Emmigration Canyon.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
AMAZING DREAM!
Okay. I am a novelist of some dozen published novels who has promised to start a blog on September 1. So here it is--to the world!
This morning I woke up from an AMAZING DREAM. I was at some conference with lots of people. I saw an old friend I haven't seen for 48 years. FINALLY at the end I got the nerve to find him and say, "I didn't get to talk to you for a long time." Found myself in his car. We drove up and down hills until on one very steep road he gunned it to the top and then pushed some buttons, and wings sprouted on his car! Instead of going downhill, we started to fly! I said, "How did you do this?" He said he spent lots of time working on it--had to have something to do to get away from the house. There's more.
This morning I woke up from an AMAZING DREAM. I was at some conference with lots of people. I saw an old friend I haven't seen for 48 years. FINALLY at the end I got the nerve to find him and say, "I didn't get to talk to you for a long time." Found myself in his car. We drove up and down hills until on one very steep road he gunned it to the top and then pushed some buttons, and wings sprouted on his car! Instead of going downhill, we started to fly! I said, "How did you do this?" He said he spent lots of time working on it--had to have something to do to get away from the house. There's more.
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