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You’ll have to forgive me for shifting things around on this website. There are considerations and happenings taking place—such as a new ministry with which I’ve excitedly joined hands and will soon share the details. I’ve been more or less playing with the website elements while listening to some wonderful voices (not those in my head!). Thank you for your patience as I work with the variables. God is honing this here vessel (me). Ahoy!
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Storms have caused such commotion of late that I’ve developed the habit of muttering, “Something wicked this way comes....” whenever I see a dark blanket in the sky threatening encroachment. This morning, I had a different experience. I cranked the music of Richard Smallwood with Vision and watched a storm enact. All of a sudden, the situation turned from one of total anxiety to total praise. The elements gave the appearance of being conducted, as if they listened. Trees swayed, clouds wisped, rain shifted, lightning danced. My love of music restored my love of storms. Yes, it was a tempestuous morning. “Something glorious that way goes....” "On the plains of Hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions who, at the Dawn of Victory, sat down to wait . . . and waiting, died!" - George W. Cecil (William A. Lawrence, pseudonym)
So, why wait? I’d rather die trying.  Here’s a non-fiction title from author, K. Dawn Byrd, www.kdawnbyrd.com, which caught my attention: “Lessons from the Open Road is a devotional that applies the lessons learned while riding a motorcycle to Biblical principles. Each of the 33 devotions ends with Scripture and prayer.” Neat, huh? Click on the cover and it’ll take you to Amazon. Bet you didn’t know I used to ride. Just for fun I’m sharing a photo of one of my old bikes from way, way, back in the day. : )   Nineteen-year-old Lexi Branson thinks she's found the guy of her dreams. He's hot, wealthy, and older. She soon finds out that sometimes the perfect guy turns out to be perfectly dangerous. ************************************** Prolific writer of multiple inspirational genres, K. Dawn Byrd, www.kdawnbyrd.com, is at it again with her newest release, Shattered Identity. Check it out! You won't be disappointed. (Clicking on the book cover will take you to AMAZON). Meanwhile, here's the trailer:  Branding remains an enigma for me as a genre-blended writer. I find it sticky to pinpoint author taglines, even after clarifying discussions. The topic has even entered my dreams. In one someone asked, “What kind of writer are you?” Working my jaw as if chewing a cud, I answered, “Mooooo” which transitioned into “nooooo!”
Even if I settle, the market today is such a crapshoot (marketing gurus may cringe) that something which works today might not tomorrow. Creativity is like wind, unpredictable. A writer is like a wild mustang… You know it’s a horse (author). You can expect certain characteristics such as neighing, rearing, and tossing its mane (message, although variable). What you don’t know is where it’ll go (what he/she will do next) and how (medium)—while stirred by the wind. Leo Tolstoy said, “If you want to be happy, be.” On that note, if you want to write, write. Perhaps a perfect depiction will come in the process. If not, maybe versatile and free will come to the minds of observers. While I could boast of having a lot of friendly acquaintances, I have far fewer of what I’d consider close friends. I’m quiet by nature and am guarded about my home life. In other words, I value maintaining a sort of reclusiveness. Some are “people persons,” some aren’t. I’ve never been drawn to social situations. You certainly won’t find me hosting or attending many parties. But this also means that loyal friends are hard to come by, relationships challenged in terms of development. Yet, those few close friends that have graced my life are nothing short of wonderful. In my good fortune, they fill my existence with gladness and a matchless sense of balance. I'm grateful.
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TESSA STOCKTON, AUTHOR -
Pressing through life, love, a few things that matter, and a lot of things that don't.
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