Sometimes, it’s hard to know what I should write about in my newsletters. My heart has been leading me to talk about all of the discontent and sadness going on around me, but I like to approach things in an uplifting way. Why expose all of you to even more negativity?
All I’m going to say about the state of the country is this: show love and stop the hate. We all have differences in what we believe, but we should never try to hurt people we disagree with. Enough said….
I’ve been keeping myself extra busy. This is the time of year when I attend quite a few craft fairs. I love getting out, meeting new people, and being able to tell them about my books! Plus, the atmosphere of these fairs is so joyful, it really helps my spirit.
The photo below was taken at “Autumn in the Brier,” which was held the past month in Greenbrier, TN. And this is pretty much what you’ll see if you come to any of the craft fairs I attend–unless I’m sharing my booth with another author, which I frequently do. When that happens, we split the table, and I consolidate my books on one side.
In October, I have two craft fairs on my calendar. On Saturday, October 4th, I’ll be with Darcy Flynn at Hermitage Presbyterian Church, 421 Highland View Drive, Hermitage, TN, from 9:00 till 3:00. Darcy writes excellent, sweet romance, and she and I have been doing this particular event together for the last five years. You can look forward to numerous craft vendors, along with excellent entertainment and food. There are also hands-on activities for children, so it’s a good event for the whole family.
On Saturday, October 11th, I’ll be with J.L. Lawrence at the Creepy Cryptids Monster Market, Monterey Station, 104 Monterey Street, Cowan, TN, from 10:00 till 5:00. J.L. writes incredible, epic fantasy, and she also has some wonderful, contemporary Christmas romance books. This is another big craft fair with plenty of unique items to choose from. Since Halloween is just around the corner, this event will allow you the chance to try out your costume. They’re having a costume contest for all ages, a scavenger hunt, and lots of door prizes!
Both of these craft fairs have plenty of free parking and free admission. It looks like we’ll have great weather, too, so I hope you can attend!
“Ardent Adelia” is in my editor’s hands, and I hope by the time I write next-month’s newsletter, I can tell you that it’s available for purchase. I’ve been getting some excellent feedback from my beta readers, and I can’t wait for this book to go live! It’s been a long time coming, and Adelia is more than ready to have her story read.
I hope you’re having a lovely autumn! I’ve been enjoying the cooler temperatures at night, and I look forward to when those temps also claim the daylight hours. Some nice seventies would be great!
I’ve written many posts over the years, and I know I mentioned the Partridge Family at least once in previous posts, but here I am, ready to talk about them again. Soon…
The 70s really were my era. I wholeheartedly embrace those years. I became a teenager during that decade, and I still get all mushy inside when I hear certain songs that remind me of those initially ‘uncomfortable’ junior high dances. I was the tallest girl in my class, and it was nearly impossible to find boys tall enough to slow dance with. It wouldn’t have been an issue if I didn’t mind having a boys face eye level with my chest. At that time, I barely had a chest at all, still… A girl had to set standards! Fortunately, their were two boys tall enough to accommodate by long, lanky form. Thank you, Brent and Terry!
I’ve been listening to a lot of 70s music lately, singing my little heart out, right along with the radio. Thanks to a free trial of satellite radio that I received when I got a new ‘used’ car, I found a station that plays only 70s music. Woo-hoo! This girl is dancing again! Not in the car, but I wanted you to understand my enthusiasm.
I’m surprised how many lyrics I remember. Of course, it helped that I sang in several bands for a while that covered some of those songs. There’s just something about a song that lingers in the brain longer than anything else. I’m sure you can recall certain commercial jingles from ‘way back when.’ Somehow, by putting music to words, our brains retain them better. That comes in handy for opera singers!
All that brings me to the Partridge Family. Since I’ve been listening to the 70s station for about three weeks now, during that time, I’ve only heard one Partridge Family song. I Think I Love You. Yes, it was probably their most popular song, but what about Echo Valley 26809? Or Rainmaker? Or how about Point Me in the Direction of Albuquerque? (Whew! Can’t believe I spelled that right the first time!) If you’re from my era, you’re probably singing those songs in your head right now. Do you have a favorite?
Granted, the only members of the Partridge Family who actually sang were David Cassidy and Shirley Jones, but still…those records shot up the charts! We should be hearing them on all the ‘golden oldies’ stations.
To my utter joy, I recently discovered reruns of The Partridge Family on Tubi. My husband rolls his eyes when he walks in and hears me singing along with the TV. He’s nine years older than me, and he doesn’t share my passion for ‘my’ decade. He’s a Beatles fan! Oh–and Rod Stewart. I like them, too, but they don’t tug at my heart the way the Partridge Family does. Well, maybe sometimes they do. It just depends on the song.
For a time, I tended to flip on the news when I wanted background noise in the house. I’d even listen to it in the car. I like to stay informed, but listening to so much negativity brought me down. I still keep up with current events, but I’d rather ‘Get Happy!’
The older I get, time has somewhat smooshed together. It’s hard to remember some exact dates, so I don’t recall the year I went to Nashville and saw David Cassidy in concert. It had to have been at least twelve years ago. I felt like a kid again going to that concert. I took an old poster I had of him, hoping for a possible autograph. I was so foolish. I left that concert feeling sorry for the man. Women my age crowded the stage, trying to reach him. I was afraid to get close to that mob, let alone lift my poster and pen toward David. The women acted crazy, and it interrupted his excellent performance. It got so bad that he stopped singing and said something to the effect of, “do you really expect me to go home with you? I’m married, you know.”
It broke my heart that he died so young. I wished I could have told him how much his show inspired me in my youth. I was young and innocent (only eight when the show first aired), and at that time all I knew was that I loved their music. My mother searched all over Seattle to find me a tambourine like Tracy’s. Little did I know that her tambourine didn’t actually jingle. It makes sense to me now. They lip-synced after all, and they couldn’t have the sound of an off-tempo tambourine messing things up. Still, I believed it was real back then, and that’s what mattered. A friend and I would put her record-player speakers outside her front door, and we’d stand on her porch and sing along to the Partridge Family. I’d play that tambourine like there was no tomorrow and belt out the words to the songs. I still have the tambourine, but it sits idle. I tried to play it when I was singing with the band, Jambeau, but our drummer told me I was off beat and I needed to let him keep the time. (grin) He made me promise to leave it home! I should have found one that didn’t jingle. At least then, I could have looked the part.
Still, I became a singer, and now I’m a writer. I pour out all the heartfelt songs I once sang, and I weave the memories they provoked into my work. Sometimes, I do actually sing. Music brings memory-packed joy and takes me back to my youth. I may not be up on a stage any longer, but I love sharing my experiences. I hope that this post has taken you back in time. Maybe you were a Partridge Family groupie like me! I just hope you don’t end up being one of those crazed women I saw at that concert. If you are, I do understand. We all want to embrace what makes us happy, and David Cassidy turned many heads. I was too young to have my head turned the way the older viewers saw him. I thought he was cute and I loved the way he sang, but I was thoroughly smitten with Donny Osmond. That’s another story! I got to meet him face to face. Almost got a hug. Sigh…
That’s me with Jambeau in 1992! Our drummer, Ted Williams, could play the bass guitar and drums at the same time. He sang, too! Chuck Borris played the guitar and sang. We had a great time working and singing in harmony at the Coeur d’Alene resort in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, on their floating stage. Great memories with these two wonderful friends! I treasure them and the time we spent bringing happiness to the listeners at the resort.
So, what music takes you back to your best memories? I’d love to hear your comments!
Would you like to know what’s hidden in the Blue Ridge Mountains? Well, if you love a good mystery/romance, you’ll want to read this book! Today, September 19th, through Thursday, September 21st, you can download the eBook for free on Amazon!
Here’s a little bit about the book:
Jason Williams is fortunate to be a stable worker at Biltmore Estate—one of the most luxurious homes in the country. He’s a troubled soul, and he’s hiding something. The obscurity of the Blue Ridge Mountains seemed like the perfect place. However, now that Mr. Vanderbilt, the owner of the estate, has married a woman who brings countless newcomers to the manor, Jason fears that what he has hidden will be unearthed.
Maisy Fulton, a kind and caring laundress, is intrigued by Jason. He’s handsome and dedicated to his work, but he avoids interaction with others as much as possible. He rarely speaks to anyone. She’s determined to find out why, even though her desire to befriend him isn’t well received.
Her loving heart pushes her to persevere, yet she soon discovers that the mystery of Mr. Williams may never be solved. Secrets and lies, heartache and loss, plague their lives and compound their troubled friendship. Only when the stakes are at their highest do their revelations heal the past and forge a path toward an unexpected future.
If you haven’t had the chance to read “His Heart’s Long Journey,” this is the perfect time to grab a copy of “Forsaken by Love,” which is the first book in the three-book series. May 7th thru May 11th, you can get a free eBook copy on Amazon! And don’t worry…book one doesn’t end with a cliffhanger like I do in several of my other series. You’ll be happy to find a satisfying ending. However, I hope it will inspire you to move on to book two and three for the continued story of Vern Harpole. He has some incredible adventures!
This series is based on the true story of my friend, Ann Wood’s, ancestor. Annie told me the story when we met for lunch one day, and she kindly gave me permission to write about Vern’s life and helped me with as many details as she could remember from things passed down through the family.
Vern Harpole was only eight years old when his mother left him on the porch of a bakery in Kansas City. She abandoned him and disappeared. Though Vern was taken in and raised by the kind baker and his wife, Vern still struggled with his abandonment. Once he became a grown man, he felt compelled to go West.
This story tells how he found his true love–who had her own troubled past–and how they supported each other and found a way to move forward together.
I imagine that the title of my blog sparked your curiosity, and that’s why you’re reading this right now! I’m not sure what exactly prompted me to choose this for my subject, but it popped into my head, and I decided to follow the inspiration.
Many, many years ago, I worked at a fast-food restaurant. It wasn’t my first job, but it was one of them. I was only eighteen when I worked there, but boy did I learn a lot! I feel everyone should have the experience of being employed by one of those kinds of establishments. It’s not easy work–especially if you’re at a popular location. I learned how to manage my time, and even more importantly, how to multitask.
I’ll never forget when my manager looked at me one day and said, “You have two hands, use both of them.” Honestly, I don’t remember what I was doing at the time, but what she said sure made a lot of sense. Maybe I was restocking condiments. Who knows? Still, whatever it might have been, her words remained in my head. I need to point out that she didn’t say it with any kind of nastiness, she said it with sincerity. She was a great manager–exceedingly patient, kind, and organized. Like I said, I learned a lot at that job.
It might sound silly that up until that point I’d never given much thought to using both of my hands at the same time. Being right-handed, that hand did my school work. I also like to draw, paint, and color, so again, my right hand stayed busy. I didn’t play sports, and if I had gotten into basketball, I might have learned that two-hand-usage lesson a lot sooner. I was one of the tallest girls in the school and the coach wanted me on the team, but I wasn’t a ‘sporty’ girl. I might have had the height the coach wanted, but I wasn’t exactly coordinated.
At this point in my life, I’m extremely thankful that I have two capable hands. I use them every day to type my stories into my laptop computer. I never dreamed that the typing class I took in Junior High would be one of the most valuable courses in all my years in school. I confess that I haven’t learned to master the ‘two-hand’ system on my phone. I watch young people work their thumbs over their screens in lightning-fast precision, texting up a storm. I have large thumbs, and I can’t figure out how they manage to sent readable texts and not just a mishmash of nonsensical words.
So, I may not be a whiz at texting, but I can still type like there’s no tomorrow. As long as ideas keep popping into my head, my two hands will keep flying over the keyboard.
Aside from the ‘two-hand skill,’ something else lingered from the guidance I received working in the fast-food industry. The way I manage my time. It’s hard for me to sit still unless I’m doing something. I can sit and write for hours on end and not even realize how much time has passed, but if I have to sit and wait for a program to load on my computer, I get restless. So, I’ve found things to do whenever I have those brief moments of wait-time. I keep a set of weights on hand. (Yep, weights for the waits!) I do a series of lifts. Using both hands, of course. I do twenty reps of ‘over the head’ and two variations of curls. If the wait is really long, I’ll get out of my chair and do a few other variations. I’m hoping this repetitive activity will keep my arms strong–not to mention avoid having my grandson comment about the ‘jiggle’ under my arms. Thanks to the weights, that jiggle is gone. Woo-hoo!
A friend of mine who has a tax services business also beta reads for me. You might wonder how this fits into my ‘use both hands’ subject. Well…she’s a multitasker, too. I feel bad when I ask her to read for me during tax season, but she’s always willing. When I asked her how she finds the time, she said she keeps the book open on her computer, and when she has to wait for documents to print, she reads a little bit. Sometimes, if it’s a lengthy document, she can read quite a lot. She’s like me. She doesn’t like to be idle.
So, if you find that you’re having a hard time fitting everything that you need to accomplish into your day, ask yourself, “Am I using both hands?”
It’s good to enjoy everything you do, and if you can find ways to squeeze more tasks into the little spaces that can be overlooked, you might find that you’re getting even more out of your life.
I’d love to hear how you find ways to multitask. Please comment below!
When I started writing, more than one person told me to “follow my muse.” I understand. My heart and mind will often lead me in a particular direction, and stories will come to me out of the blue.
My writing journey began with a dream that led me to write historical fiction. I love history and stepping back in time, so this genre fit. However, at one point, my muse had other ideas!
I spent a little over a year writing a medieval fantasy series called Shrouded Thrones. You can read more about it on my main page. Just click the Shrouded Thrones tab. Initially, I had only planned to write Island in the Forest, which was a rewrite of a children’s fairy tale I wrote when my son was young. I “grew it up” and made it into a novel. That single book led to four more. I found myself fully immersed in the realms I created, and the story simply took off by itself. My muse went wild! This particular series is darker than my historical fiction, but I’m still passionate about it. I found that many readers who love my historical books, weren’t as impassioned, and I decided to go back to my roots. I stuffed that other particular muse in a box, but it often begged me to be released.
I’m happy to say that I’ve recently been given the opportunity to reopen that box! My publisher, Jumpmaster Press, asked for short stories for a Fantasy Anthology that they were putting together, with proceeds going to charity. We were given specific parameters for the story, and I found it incredibly fun to write. That first anthology is called, “Realms of the Fantastic.” My contribution is: Riches of the Stone. You can find the anthology here: https://www.jumpmasterpress.com/product-page/realms-from-the-fantastic
Now, Jumpmaster Press is putting together another Fantasy Anthology called, “Enchanted Realms.” The story I have in this one is: A Noteworthy Enchantment. It tells the tale of a young girl who is under a spell to always sing. The story takes place in the same realm as in the first anthology. I’ve had so much fun writing these stories, and I have a strong feeling that there will be more to come that are set in Shanavar–the realm I created.
I was thrilled to be invited as one of the featured authors at the Civil War Reenactment scheduled for this coming weekend in Ridgetop, Tennessee!
Most of my books are set either right before the war, during the war, or after the war at the time of Reconstruction. When I first started writing, agents, other authors, and publishers cautioned me against choosing this time period to set my stories. However, if you’ve followed my blog, you know that a dream inspired my first series, and from then on, I’ve felt compelled to write about the struggles this nation went through during that difficult time. I believe wholeheartedly that although this was a sad time for our country, it’s crucial that what happened isn’t forgotten. Hopefully, by remembering these events, we can learn from them and prevent them from happening again. If you’re in the area this weekend, come by and experience something you’ll not soon forget!
Here are the books I’ll be featuring!
The Smoky Mountain Secrets Saga. Book one, “Whispers from the Cove,” takes place at the end of the Civil War in Cades Cove, Tennessee. You’ll learn about the struggles of the poor farming families as they try to cope with soldiers from both sides coming into their cove and helping themselves to whatever they please. The families are affected by the war in more than one way, and it forever changes their lives. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06ZYYY5WKA Confederate soldier returns to his Atlanta home to find it burned to the ground and his family gone. Distraught, he hops a train, thinking he’s going west, but wakes up in a hospital bed in Boston, Massachusetts. He fearfully pretends to be mute, so those caring for him won’t know he’s from the South. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PB84TTOFollow five families in the Southern Secrets Saga as they learn to cope with life in Mobile, Alabama after the war. This seven-book series spans two generations. This series is my dream-inspired work and definitely the steamiest of all my books! This is by no means a ‘typical’ romance series. It takes many surprising turns. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0139LASFSThe River Romance series begins prior to the Civil War, and a good portion of the stories take place on steamboats on the Mississippi River. Each book is a stand-alone and comes to a conclusion. Yet, the series continues the stories of characters you’ll meet along the way. In book three, “Forgotten,” young Billy goes to fight for the Union Army. He’s fallen in love with a mixed-race slave who works for his family, and he’s determined to fight for her freedom. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ZYCQIP0
For more detailed information about all of these books, be sure to check out my book tab!
I’ve lived in Tennessee for almost thirty years, and I have a confession to make… I’ve never been to the State Fair. I’ve attended the Robertson County Fair several times, and it was great, but I’ve heard that it pales in comparison to the enormous state-wide event.
Needless to say, I’m super excited to be attending the State Fair this coming Sunday. What finally got me off my tail and headed in that direction? An invitation to participate in Author’s Day! If you live in Tennessee, (or even if you don’t and want to travel to a fun, family event), I hope you’ll join me at the fair.
You’ll find me, along with many other authors of an assortment of genres, in the Fiddler’s Grove Picnic Pavilion on Sunday, August 21st, from 2:00 till 5:00p.m.
It’s the perfect time for summer traveling, but with today’s high gas prices, it’s not always feasible. So, here’s an alternative!
Take a journey with me through the pages of “His Heart’s Long Journey!” This series is based on the true story of Vern Harpole. At the age of eight, Vern is abandoned by his mother and left on the porch of a bakery in Kansas City. The kind baker and his wife take Vern in after they’re unable to locate Vern’s mother.
They teach Vern everything he needs to know about baking and running a business. They also grow to love him, and vice versa. Yet, the need to know why he was abandoned troubles Vern, and he can’t let it go. In addition, something keeps compelling him to go West. His life’s journey takes him on quite an adventure.
Today thru Tuesday, July 26th, book one, “Forsaken by Love” is available as a FREE download from Amazon. Here’s a little more about the book!
When I first visited Cades Cove in the Smoky Mountains, I was taken back in time. If you’ve followed my blog for a while, you’ve likely seen many posts about the smokies and my passion for the history of the cove and the people who lived there.
I’m excited to share this beautiful video produced by Vince Pinkerton! He captured the feel of my story and gave me abundant chills in the process. It’s incredible to see this come to life, if only for a brief 30-second clip!
If you’ve not yet delved into the Smoky Mountain Secrets Saga, I hope you’ll consider giving it a read. Book one is just the beginning. After all, the series is a ‘saga.’ My prayer is that we’ll learn from our history and not repeat the same mistakes.
Jeanne Hardt 