Welcome, I'm glad you're here. I'm so happy to unveil my renovated website. I had a vague concept and my tagline Stories for All Seasons and Tekeme amazed me with their design. I hope you like it! Stories for All Seasons is my tagline. What does this mean? What will this mean for my readers?
When I think of seasons I usually first consider what happened in the past season, the transition into the new, and looking forward to the next. Where does the story lie in this? I often think it truly lies in the transition. When you pick up my books, readers will find themselves in that uncomfortable "in-between" state of being.
All of these events, small and great, involve transitions. The transition itself becomes so great, it becomes its own season.
Transitions involve change, a fight for something, an acceptance, a rejection, a death, a birth...so often it involves pain and conflict. Within that pain and conflict will shine forth our character. Will we retreat into bitterness and anger? Or, will we focus on Who is with us in the season of change? Will we see what it is beyond the current bondage is worth fighting for?
Seasons: A Real Story of an Amish Girl, my first book, is the telling of my Amish grandmother's young life. It brings the reader through seasons of life. The spring being the young life and Liddy longing for her summer...marriage and her own family. Though in her spring she experiences unexpected winters and much pain. But, there is a bend in the road.
In my books to come, my characters will be faced with these transitional seasons. In Promise to Keep that is releasing this October through Howard (div of Simon & Schuster) you'll meet Miriam who is an Amish girl, not yet a wife. If there is anything in her life she wants...it is to be a wife to one—Henry Mast. But Henry, a good Amish carpenter, chooses to enlist in the midst of WW2. This decision and the waiting is painful for her and their community. The sense of hopelessness and helplessness...she wonders if this season of conflict will ever fall away, like a long winter fades into the fresh warmth of spring. Will the butterfly ever emerge from the cocoon of World War 2?
What season are you in? What does it mean to you? Are you still feeling the early stages of the caterpillar or have your butterfly wings begun to bloom?