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To each our own

A couple weeks ago, my publisher decided to poll the masses to see which of the three possible covers in the works for my upcoming THE GIRL IN THE GLASS should be the final. There had already been much debate in house over which one captured the essence of the story best. It was surprising to me – even at that point – how wide the spread of opinion was. We all wanted the best cover to win out of course, and the person who can best identify that winning cover is the person who will buy it – the consumer.

That’s when WaterBrook asked me to ask my readers and Facebook and Twitter friends, and they did the same on the website. I had over one hundred opinions tossed my direction and WaterBrook had about 800 – some of those were likely repeats from my poll after I encouraged my peeps to also weigh in on the official website.

Again, the three covers all had uber-fans. There was a clear winner, but she didn’t win by a landslide, which was actually kind of comforting to me. It meant that all three had shelf appeal.  The one that won is the one at the top of this blog post. And I do like it very much. It is a mash-up of the white one with the Medici princess as the predominant human element and the one of red-dress Meg looking out over the River Arno. It works on many levels for me. But it wasn’t my favorite.

I told some of you that when the polling was over I would reveal which one was the one I liked best.  So here it is! The one I liked best. The white one.

Some of those polled thought the image of Nora Orsini – the Medici princess one of my characters thinks she hears speaking to her from with the great Italian Renaissance masterpieces – was a little unnerving. Ghostly, maybe. I never caught that vibe from this one, probably because in the story – which granted, no one has read yet, Nora is very much not a ghost. She is something else, but definitely not a specter from the creepy Other Side. And I liked the white, glassy feel of this one, and Meg in white seemed like a great choice for her, even though red is my favorite color and I do love that red dress in the winning cover.

In the end, though, the most satisfying thing is that we have a cover that people will like and will be compelled to pick up or click on, and hopefully buy.

Maybe  after the book comes out and you’ve had a chance to read it, you might come back to this blog post, look at this cover that was my favorite and tell me what you think.

By the way, the same graphic artist at WaterBrook created all three covers. She is an amazing interpreter of content. Hats off to you, Kelly. You saw into my cluttered brain. Well done. And thanks again all, for your input and insights.

On Friday, I hope to regale you with the highlights from having seen Alan Brennert, author of Molokai and Honolulu at one of his San Diego appearances this week. Stay tuned! Aloha…

Judge a cover by its book

Whoever said “Don’t judge a book by its cover” surely meant don’t make value judgements based on surface-level information. To judge something in its totality as good or bad necessitates that you experience it in its totality. You can’t judge a restaurant’s food by its menu. You can’t judge a horse’s strength by its age. You can’t judge a person’s depth on the inside by the beauty – or lack of it – on the outside. And I agree we shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

But I know for sure that I buy a book based on its cover. And I expect the cover to be an indication of what kind of story I can expect. The cover matters. Packaging matters.


All this is to say, my publisher has come up with three cover art ideas for my upcoming fall release, The Girl In the Glass. One of them will likely be chosen for the final product. But which one? It’s a tough decision; they are all artistically appealing, and could fit the premise.

I posed the question on my Facebook page (Which Cover?) and got a spread of opinions that truly surprised me. This is making the decision even more complex because there isn’t a strong leader after 80+ comments. So now WaterBrook is appealing to the larger audience. And they’re making it worth your while to offer some quick feedback. Rank the covers (spread around ten ranking points any way you like – if you only like one of these, give it all 10 points and the other two zero) and you could win a signed copy of this book BEFORE it’s released (always fun to get an advance copy!)  as well as a copy of The Shape of Mercy. You’ll be helping us out and there’s a nice little prize for ten randomly drawn winners.

Even if you’ve already had your say on my Facebook page, head on over to the WaterBrook Press webpage for this and rank your preferences! 

Much appreciated, reader friends!

See you on Friday…

Welcome, Jane!

I am so very honored to have one of my favorite historical fiction authors on the blog, today. Jane Kirkpatrick is an amazing wordsmith and historian. Her books are beautiful passports to days gone by. And today, on the last stop of her blog hop, we are celebrating the release of her latest, Where Lilacs Still Bloom. (Each day this week, a different author has posted a story, interview, or other tidbit about Jane’s new book. If you would like to see the blog hop from the beginning, please visit the first post on Jane Kirkpatrick’s blog: Words of Encouragement. Plus, read my interview to the end to find out how to win flowers for a year!!)
Here’ the story in a nutshell: German immigrant and farm wife Hulda Klager possesses only an eighth-grade education—and a burning desire to create something beautiful. What begins as a hobby to create an easy-peeling apple for her pies becomes Hulda’s driving purpose: a time-consuming interest in plant hybridization that puts her at odds with family and community, as she challenges the early twentieth-century expectations for a simple housewife. Through the years, seasonal floods continually threaten to erase her Woodland, Washington garden and a series of family tragedies cause even Hulda to question her focus. In a time of practicality, can one person’s simple gifts of beauty make a difference?
What brought the story of Hulda Klager to your attention?
A very persistent and gracious descendant who every year sent me little snippets of information about Hulda Klager and the lilac gardens, inviting me to visit and to tell Hulda’s story. Finally I made the trek and I was enchanted by the garden and the story.
Are you a gardener?
No! Plants pretend to pass out if they think I’m going to buy them in a store so I won’t take them home. I talk to them and encourage them. I have kept a hibiscus alive for nearly 10 years though. My greatest achievement in the plant world. My brother gave it to me so it’s very special.
Hulda had a number of challenges from the river including family illnesses and deaths, along with her own passion for hybridizing. What role do you think her garden played in helping her through those times?
I think the garden gave her a focus with the many losses, something she could do that fully engaged her so the wounds of loss could heal. After the floods, it was a challenge to see if she was still “up to it” so to speak. And she found healing by giving her starts away and by giving bouquets to people. I think she understood that beauty heals and I suspect that as she sat in that garden and savored the scents and beauty that her prayers were filled with both gratitude and requests for strength.
What else about Hulda inspired you?
Dr. Karl Menninger of the famous Menninger psychiatric clinic once wrote that the single most important indicator of a person’s mental health was generosity. “Generous people are rarely mentally ill” he noted and I think that’s quite true. As it happened, it was Hulda’s generosity through the years that ultimately made it possible for her to restart her garden after the devastating flood of 1948 when she was 85 years old. Giving is often a way through a time of sadness in our lives. I think Hulda discovered that. And as a gardener friend of mine once said, as a gardener, one always has something to look forward to which is certainly a survival skill!
Hulda pursued her dream despite the odds that she would not be successful. What do you hope we readers will take away from that?
The first president of the Czech Republic, Vaclav Havel once wrote that hope was the ability “to being something not just because it has a chance to succeed but because it is a good thing to do.” He assured us that it was not the certainty that everything would turn out well but that some things are worth doing regardless of how they turn out. Great social movements have begun with only that slender thread of hope. Hulda had hope and I think how she acted and Mr. Havel’s words can inspire us to pursue dreams we feel God is leading us toward even when those around us are saying “What? Are you nuts?” Crazy for hope, that was Hulda!
What are some of the interesting facts you discovered while researching this book?
That lilacs were imported from Europe (earliest mention in New Hampshire for example is in the 1870s) and not as an agricultural item but as a household plant. They had four petals compared to the hybrids of today with as many as twelve petals. And there was a landscape school for women devoted to teaching garden design etc. in New England as early as 1905 so people were paying attention to ornamentals and not just vegetable gardens. I like the idea that even those hard-working puritan appreciated the beauty of a lilac planted next to the kitchen door.
You write about actual historical people in biographical fiction. What led you to this genre?
I sort of fell into it because I wanted to write a biography of an historical woman and could not find enough information about her. I found the history of her father, brother, husband and if she’d had sons, about them too, I suspect, but almost nothing about her except an obituary that sang her praises and her unique connection to an Indian tribe with whom I was working. I finally decided that much of women’s history is lost to us, their a artifacts such as quilts used up or separated from their makers. A biography tells us what and when but it does not tell us why or what the person might have been thinking. Fiction allow that speculation. Virginia Woolf once wrote that women’s history must be “invented…both uncovered and made up.” That’s what I try to do, so that their stories won’t be lost. I think the genre is popular because real people living through difficult trials inspire us. They act as maps to show us a way and help relieve our fears and anxieties of the unknown. If they can do it…we can.
The title suggests that are places were lilacs have stopped blooming? Is there a subtle message within the title?
It is a metaphorical insight! If I’d left out the “still” it would take away an underlying theme of the story related to perseverance, faith, and the generosity that continues to keep the lilacs blooming in Hulda’s garden but also in the gardens of our hearts.
 
And now readers, here’s your opportunity to win flowers for a year. Just head over to the WaterBrook Press website where you can enter and also read the first chapter of Jane’s book!


Have a great weekend!

Here comes the bride

Since I was a little tyke dreaming of owning the Barbie bride doll, I’ve been a fan of the whole bridal culture. Especially the dress. For a lot of women, it’s the first thing to take care of after the engagement is announced, finding that perfect dress. Because it really is more than just a dress. It’s like the mood-setter of the day, an extension of the bride herself, if I may be so melodramatic. In fact, I wrote book about this concept, Blue Heart Blessed, where I take a jilted bride on a journey to release herself from the gown of her unmet dreams, because indeed, the gown at the end of the day, is just a gown. But the girl inside it, is way more.

Today, my good friend Rachel Hauck begins a new blog series called “Beautiful Brides” to celebrate the release of her new book, The Wedding Dress (great book, by the way). She asked a few of her married writing friends to share some pictures of their wedding dresses and some personal thoughts to go with them, so that she could share them on her blog. Over the next few weeks, you’ll get to see these photos, starting with author Deborah Raney today. Mine’s coming up on May 4. You’ll want to read them all. We had such fun viewing each others photos, laughing over our big 80’s hair (not just ours, but our grooms, too) and remembering what it felt like to wear a dress that had the power to make you feel like a princess. 

The photo above, by the way, is the back of my dress, which I found in its lovely gold box this weekend, in a very sad corner of the garage. What was I thinking? Wedding dresses and garages have nothing in common but an e and s. It’s not going back there.

Got a special memory attached to your wedding dress? Want to share it? Would love to hear it…

Pennies from nowhere

In my lifetime I’ve seen a steady retreat of cultural icons into the history books. The rotary phone is gone. The 8-track tape player is gone. Space food sticks are gone. Even dear Pluto is gone. I don’t miss the rotary phone, never owned an 8-track, and I wasn’t a huge fan of Space Food Sticks. I did and still do have an affinity for Pluto and still count the little orb a member of my own personal solar system.

And so I am feeling a bit nostalgic regarding the penny and the talk of its demise. Columnist John Fund in a recent article on NationalReview.com says its time to kill the penny. And for a lot of reasons I totally get. First, it costs more to mint a penny than its actual value, even as a less than all-copper coin. Second, no one picks
up a penny off the pavement, or carries pennies in their pockets, and few people make change with them. They get them back in change, but they throw them into a jar at home which places them out of circulation, prompting the minting of more at a loss of $100 million a year to the Treasury. 

I confess that I carry few pennies in my purse. I don’t pick them up off the pavement. I toss them in a dish at home. I take them out of circulation without so much as a care.  I even throw away the disgustingly ugly ones – you know, the ones that look they’ve been in the back pocket of a zombie the last twenty years. So I don’t deserve to have the penny anymore.

And apparently, we wouldn’t lose much by retiring the penny and even letting retailers round up every price tag to the nearest nickel, because they would definitely round up, not down – less than $20 year for the average consumer.

So I get it. It just seems a little sad. Just a little. And even that seems sad; that it’s only a wee bit melancholy to lose it for good.


Nickel for your thoughts?

Mine!

There is a scene in Disney’s Finding Nemo that is brilliantly funny. Seagulls, the obnoxious rodents of the skies, are slumming around the harbor in Sydney, Australia, looking for vittles, and ready to claim anything that looks remotely edible as theirs and theirs alone. In case you need a refresher, here’s the scene:

It amuses me the animators gave this very human characteristic to name it and claim it to these gulls. I see a similar scenario playing outside my kitchen window all the time. I have a hummingbird feeder that I fill with simple syrup that I make myself (I call it methctar because my little hummers are addicts. When I place a new batch out and it’s late afternoon, there can be as many as a dozen little zoomers vying for a place at the table. My son Josh says it’s like a pub full of regulars). They are ravenous little creatures. I have to make a new batch everyday.

Lately there’s been a ruby-throated male who has gone all “Mine!” with the feeder. He will perch on top of it like he’s a pirate guarding stolen treasure. He’ll chase away any other hummer with aerial warfare that is impressive to watch if it wasn’t so audacious. 

It’s like he thinks he’s the one buying 10-pound bags of sugar at Costco and making the concoction every morning and washing out the feeder and filling it and cleaning out the saucepan and all that.

He guards it like he owns it. And yet if you could ask the little feller where this motherlode of methctar comes from and how is it that it magically refills every day, he’d probably turn to you in all his scarlet-necked plumage and say, “I don’t care about that. It’s mine. Off you go!”

How funny it is that he can look at the bounty he sits on and think he somehow makes it happen just by claiming ownership. There’s a lesson in there somewhere, dontcha think??

How long defeat lasts

I really was all set to post a review this morning of a novel I finished reading last week but then I read my daughter’s blog post. I’ve decided the review can wait until Friday. I really, really liked what Stephanie had to say, and not just because she’s my daughter. I can be objective when it comes to writing; something either resonates with me or it doesn’t. That’s the subjectivity, if there is to be any, with this. I just really liked what she wrote. And it presented a new concept to me, which I find so very refreshing since, well, she’s my daughter, and it’s easy to think we are always in mentor mode when it comes to our adult kids. Not always the case. If you’ve had a rough go of it lately, you will probably find the wisdom here that I did . . .

Smart girl…

Day 10 of the 12 Pearls of Christmas

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Inside Out Christmas
by Debora M. Coty
My veterinarian friend, Dr. Katie, tells the story about the December when a woman brought a very sick black lab into her clinic. The dog was only ten months old, so she was really just a big puppy, but she’d been vomiting incessantly and her worried owner didn’t know what was wrong.
“Why don’t you go on home?” Dr. Katie told the owner. “I’ll need to run tests for about four hours. We’ll give you a call when we’re finished.”
Dr. Katie’s assistant took x-rays and hung them on the light panel for Dr. Katie to examine. Something looked a little peculiar. Dr. Katie called her assistant over.
“Is it just me, or does that look like a … a camel to you?” she asked incredulously.
“Matter of fact, it does,” replied the astute assistant. “And look, there’s an angel here, a shepherd there, and down there in the colon, it’s Baby Jesus!”
At that moment the phone rang. It was the dog’s distraught owner. “I can’t believe this! I just got home and glanced at the coffee table where I put my manger scene yesterday. There’s nothing there but an empty stable!”
As I thought about this quite literal technique for internalizing the true meaning of Christmas, it occurred to me that sometimes I have the opposite problem. With all the bustling busyness, my inner joy in celebration of my savior’s birth never really makes it to the outside.
Oh, I have plenty of glittery, festive evidences of the holiday in decorations, baking galore, and gifts under my tree. But those things are for show. They’re merely the pretty wrappings, not the gift itself.
Can people really see the core-deep joy that radiates within me when I think of the true gift that Papa God sent the world in his son, Jesus? Is my immeasurable gratitude for eternal life evident as I dash through this hectic season?
I’m afraid all too often, the answer is no.
I’m just too preoccupied to allow my outside to reflect my inside so that nonbelievers recognize that I rejoice because of the hope that is within me. My joy is obscured by the mounds of clutter. Gratefulness is sucked out of my soul by the vacuum called urgency.
“But let the godly rejoice. Let them be glad in God’s presence. Let them be filled with joy” (Psalm 68:3, NLT).
This verse has become my prayer this Christmas season – that I would make the time to give priority to rejoicing, being glad in God’s presence, and letting my inner joy show for those who may be silently desperate to know the giver of true joy.
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Debora M. Coty is a humorist, inspirational speaker, and award-winning author of twelve books, including Too Blessed to be Stressed, and coming in March, More Beauty, Less Beast: Transforming Your Inner Ogre. Debora would love to swap Christmas hugs with you at www.DeboraCoty.com.

These 12 Pearls of Christmas…
Enjoy these Christmas “Pearls of Wisdom” from Tricia Goyer, Suzanne Woods Fisher, Shellie Rushing Tomlinson, Sibella Giorello and more! Please follow the series through Christmas day as each contributor shares heartfelt stories of how God has touched a life during this most wonderful time of the year.

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Day 9 of the 12 Pearls of Christmas

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Simple Sparkle

by Tracey Eyster
It’s a simple ornament made of thin cheap metal and it looks quite out of place on our Christmas tree. But each year I lovingly and safely nestle it amongst its expensive and sparkly peers, without a care as to how unglamorous it appears.
Many of our Christmas ornaments have a story and an uncanny way of welling up emotion in me, but this certain one causes an intense stir.
You see the ornament is engraved with the name of my grandmother, Sara, and was given to me by my mother, who ordered it from Hospice, after Grandmama’s death. Yes, the months leading up to her death carry memories of a frail and failing grandmama, but that ornament carries my thoughts to sweet Christmas memories of the past.
Christmas  Eve dinners in her home, laughing, singing, gathering and celebrating a year filled with blessings as we remembered the birth of our Savior. Christmas mornings, she was always there participating with glee, in our raucous Christmas happiness. Her gifts were always bank envelopes gently tucked into the pine needles of our Christmas tree, fresh cut from the property she grew up on.
All memories of my Grandmama make my heart swell. You see she was my Jesus with skin on. She lived her life full of joy, serving others and approached life selflessly with an attitude of, “What can I do for you?”
Just months before she left us, even as the Alzheimer’s was robbing her mind she shared her love of Jesus with a sweet little old lady friend, who came to know the Lord – a divine appointment.  The very next day that little old lady silently slipped away to meet in person the One whom Sara introduced her to just the day before.
At the time I wept, realizing that regardless of our own frailties and failings, God can still use those of us who are willing to do His work and are well practiced at hearing His voice…no matter our lack of sparkle in comparison to others.
A simple life lived for Him, a simple ornament in memory of Sara…a simple truth for you to ponder.
Tracey Eyster wife, mom, relationship gatherer and Creator/Editor of FamilyLife’s MomLife Today is a media savvy mom making a difference where moms are, on-line. Through speaking, writing and video interviews Tracey is passionate about encouraging, equipping and advising moms on every facet of momlife. Her first book, Be The Mom will be released August 2012. You can connect with Tracey at www.momlifetoday.com, her personal site www.traceyster.com or www.twitter/momblog.com.


These 12 Pearls of Christmas…
Enjoy these Christmas “Pearls of Wisdom” from Tricia Goyer, Suzanne Woods Fisher, Shellie Rushing Tomlinson, Sibella Giorello and more! Please follow the series through Christmas day as each contributor shares heartfelt stories of how God has touched a life during this most wonderful time of the year.

If you are unfamiliar with Pearl Girls, please visit www.pearlgirls.info and see what they’re all about. In short, Pearl Girls exists to support the work of charities that help women and children in the US and around the globe. Consider purchasing a copy of Pearl Girls: Encountering Grit, Experiencing Grace or one of the Pearl Girls products (all GREAT gifts!) to help support Pearl Girls.

Stop before zebras get involved? I don’t think so…

Okay, so this darling trailer for the upcoming Matt Damon movie, “We Bought a Zoo,” tells us way too much. I can already tell how the movie will begin, what the story goal will be, what the obstacles will be and even how it will end. Matt will get the girl, the zoo, the son, the peace that eludes. But still. I am in the mood for a feel-good movie that probably won’t pack any surprises. I really am. I think I’m gonna like this one. It’s based on a true story, after all. And I do think zebras are pretty cool. Thoughts anyone?