Showing posts with label gardening. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gardening. Show all posts

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Deb Raney, Author of Award-Winning International Romances

Donna: My guest today is best-selling Christian romance writer Deborah Raney. Deb, welcome to ICFW! Please introduce yourself to our readers—how long you’ve been writing, what got you started, that sort of thing.


Deb: Thanks so much for the warm welcome, Donna! I began my first novel on New Year’s Day 1994, as part of a New Year’s resolution to finally write that novel I’d been dreaming about since I was eleven years old. That novel, A Vow to Cherish, ended up getting three contract offers, was published by Bethany House Publishers, and became the inspiration for the award-winning World Wide Pictures film of the same title. That launched my career and I’ve been happily writing ever since! I’ve now written over thirty books, including a couple of non-fiction books and several novellas. In addition, I teach at writers conferences all over the country, and am on the board of the 2600-member American Christian Fiction Writers organization.

Donna: And tell us something about your personal life. I know you’re a grandmother and we share an enthusiasm for gardening.

Deb: I’m a farmer’s daughter who married a small-town boy, who dragged me to New York City early in our marriage, but brought me back to his small town in Kansas when we found out we were expecting our first child. We raised our four children in a small town, then when they were grown and all living out-of-state, we decided to try city life again. Nothing so big as New York this time though! We moved to Wichita, Kansas, four years ago and have just loved our lives here!
           
We now have seven grandchildren and spend a lot of time on the road or in the air traveling to visit them.
           
And yes, we love our gardening. Ken is the outdoor gardener, though I do weed and water with him. I’m the indoor gardener who’s had a love of houseplants since our newlywed days in New York.
   
        
Along with that, Ken and I have spent the past three years exploring Wichita’s neighborhoods every Thursday morning when we stop for donuts and coffee before heading out to the local garage sales, estate sales, flea markets, and farmers markets. We just love spending a few pennies on treasures for our house and the home offices we keep there.

Donna: And I know you and your husband, the brilliant artist Ken Raney, have launched your own publishing company Raney Day Press. Tell us about that venture.
           
Deb: Since I’ve been writing for over 22 years now, many of my older books had gone out of print. Once we began to get the rights to my books back from the publishers, we wanted to update those books and give them a new life. Mostly that involved bringing the “contemporary” stories into the 21st Century by giving my characters cell phones and laptop computers! (Just goes to show how much the world has changed in two short decades!)
           
The new indie market has made it very feasible for authors with an established readership to publish their own novels. I’m so grateful that my husband’s skills as an illustrator and graphic designer have made this process so much easier. We’ve published through our own imprint, Raney Day Press, and we’re very pleased with the results! We’ve done the books in both print and e-book formats, and have even tried an audio book, though so far the jury is still out on that venture.
           
I still write for traditional publishers, so I guess you’d call me a hybrid author. I’m very grateful for both avenues of publishing.

Donna: I think you have two or three books with international settings—and all of them have been award-winning. Tell us about those books.
           
Deb: Yes, my fourth and fifth novels, Beneath a Southern Sky and its sequel, After the Rains, both from WaterBrook Press, are set in the Amazon rain forests of Colombia, South American. Beneath a Southern Sky was a RITA Award winner and went on to win several other awards, as did the sequel.

   
      
My novel Over the Waters from Steeple Hill/Harlequin is set in Haiti. It was inspired by my parents’ short-term mission work in a girls’ home near Port au Prince. They spent two weeks each summer there for over twenty-five years beginning in their early empty nest years. They, each of my siblings, and Ken and I have supported girls through The Love of Jesus Children’s Home in Haiti. It is a privilege and a wonderful legacy, passed down from my dad and my late mom, to be a part of the work being done in Christ’s name in that impoverished part of the world.


Donna: How interesting. What stirred your interest in Latin America?
           
Deb: We became dear friends with a retired missionary to Bogota from our church. Linda had served her entire adult life as a midwife, and as a nurse to the lepers of Colombia, and her stories inspired my story of a young missionary doctor and his wife who travel to a far-off (fictional) South American village. When the husband goes to help during an epidemic in a neighboring village, and reportedly dies there, his grieving wife returns home, having discovered she is pregnant, and attempts to put her life back together. She remarries and is happily pregnant with her second child when she receives word that her first husband has been found alive. The dilemma is one that happened more than once in wartime situations. I wanted to find a way to bring that dilemma into a contemporary story. It seemed to capture the hearts of many readers, as did After the Rains. I will soon be writing a third book to complete the trilogy—more than fifteen years after it first began.

Donna: Do you find writing books with international settings to be a different experience from writing ones set in America?
           
Deb: Very definitely! Research is not my favorite part of writing, but when you are writing about a country you’ve never visited, let alone lived in, the challenge is daunting! My missionary friend, and another woman my age who had lived in Colombia as a young girl while her father worked in the oil industry, were invaluable resources to me as I researched not just my plot and characters, but every nuance of the setting. I even “invented” a dialect for my native villagers based on a mix of Spanish, Portuguese, and Swahili.
           
Remembering how difficult that research was, not being able to experience the Colombian rain forest for myself, when it came time to write my novel set in Haiti, I planned a research trip there with my parents, my husband, and our youngest daughter. A few days before we were to depart, there was a coup on the presidential palace and flights were cancelled. We rescheduled the trip, but again, unrest in that volatile country cancelled our flights.
           
Almost miraculously, the Lord began to place people in my life who had spent time in Haiti and could answer my questions, read my manuscript, translate some dialogue into Creole, tell me about the sounds and smells and foods and customs that I wasn’t able to experience for myself. One writer friend sent me hours of video she and her husband had shot while on a mission trip to Haiti. My childhood doctor who traveled to Port au Prince often with my parents was a wonderful resource. I give God the glory when readers and reviewers say, “it is obvious that Ms. Raney intimately knows the country about which she writes.”  

Donna: That all sounds absolutely fascinating! Thank you so much for being my guest today, Deb, and congratulations on all your success. Please tell our readers where they can find you online.
           
Deb: Thank you, Donna. It’s been my pleasure! Readers can find out more on my website, www.deborahraney.com. The blog where I’ve featured your beautiful garden spaces, Donna, along with those of dozens of other authors, including my own, is at novelgarden.blogspot.com. I also love social media and love to connect with readers in the following places:

Posted by Donna Fletcher Crow whose historical romance series  Where There is Love has been newly issued in a boxed set with covers designed by Deb’s husband Ken Raney.



Friday, March 18, 2016

Pulling Weeds


We had to let our gardener go. We just couldn't afford him - he kept breaking things. Like the lawnmower and the edge cutter. And the mower's power cable. And more rakes than I have fingers... Need I go on?
The point is - this weekend found me in the garden, up to my elbows in mud and earthworm bits. I won't lie - it was really tough going. The weeds had been left to their own devices for way too long. As all good villains should, the had worked themselves in amongst the flowers, wrapping around and through and over and under.
We all know to effectively remove a weed, it has to come out roots and all. Easier said than done though, when good and bad are all entangled and anchored into ground so hard and dry, it would do for bricks. So I soaked it, then went to work with a fork. I dug it in deep at the roots of each bush and loosened the hard earth.
If I could speak plant, I would have leaned in close and said, don't worry little bush - you are precious to me, I'm not here to harm you or take you out. I'm after the weeds that are choking the life out of you. 
As soon as the weeds were out, I patted the soil around each plant down firmly - securing them in place once more. I thought about life. I've been through times when everything I thought I knew was shaken. Things I put my trust and hope in crumbled and vanished. The funny thing is - those situations are long gone and I'm still here.
If I was listening, I would have heard my Heavenly Daddy lean in close and whisper - don't worry my little girl, I'm not here to harm you or take you out. I'm after the weeds that are choking the life out of you.
Our Gardener is good. Even if everything around you is shaking, you can trust Him to keep you because you are His. Your life is precious to Him.

This post originally appeared on Doodles, Di's blog.




Dianne J. Wilson
 writes novels from her hometown in East London, South Africa, where she lives with her husband and three daughters.


Finding Mia is available from Amazon, Pelican / Harbourlight, Barnes & Noble and other bookstores.

Shackles is available as a free ebook from Smashwords.

Find her on Facebook, Twitter and her sporadic blog Doodles.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Growing Stories

I’ve been penning fiction for nearly twenty years and have learned a trio of essentials. One: don’t quit your day job. Two: Write something, anything, everyday. Don’t edit, don’t second guess, and don’t stop. Three: Back away from the computer sometimes, and experience life.

It’s the third essential that has me pondering today, as I consider the parallels between germinating stories and digging in the dirt. I think writing novels and tending gardens share some similarities. For example, both enjoy their day in the sun, both require weeding, and both endure criticisms.

You see, I’m gaga about gardening. It’s late May and my wild cottage garden is exploding with cooler and growth. Decaying spring bulbs, shooting ornamental grasses and early blossoming perennials scuffle for light and water.


It’s a gardener’s finest season. To me, the late spring garden is a like a polished third draft: the words flow, the characters pop, and the plots mature seamlessly. The writer lounges in the soft glow of the computer screen and hallucinates about success. Of course, edits and changes are inevitable, but they will be minor and effortless. Just like the snip or two, or the tug or three necessary outdoors to keep the early floral kaleidoscope flourishing.

You may think that the hot, heady days of midsummer are the pinnacle in a garden, but you would be as misplaced as a tendril of bindweed. Oh yes, summer plants are showstoppers, but they carry an air of impending loss. One blossom fades after another and another, in an inexorable, downward spiral of death. The promise of glory is spent, and with it, the anticipation of new life. Only drudgery remains for the plant lover. Hours ahead of deadheading, staking, watering and pest squashing.

A novelist’s existence echoes this slow descent into the mundane. The published final manuscript blossoms vividly, but often quickly fades, overtaken by brighter, newer titles. The writer’s fantasies of topping best-seller lists fizzle, and her spirit buckles under the dreaded humiliation and hassle of promotion.

Fortunately, all is not aphids and manure. As every day changes in the garden, there is always a glimmer of hope to catch the author’s eye. A glimpse of a fresh idea noticed on a soft autumn day. The germ of a kernel of a seed that begs perusal and hints at a novel world. It is the time to disappear into the slumbering garden, to dig and whack and transform, plotting and planting and praying for another, better season.

Followed by a trip to the computer to fertilize the seedlings of the next great novel.


Nicola Furlong pens mystery and inspirational novels, creates interactive books for the iPad, podcasts about genre writing (The Novel Experience), and teaches electronic publishing, when she's not playing Old-Timer’s hockey, growing blossoms and bamboo or eating chocolate fudge.

Her first contemporary women's series, the Sisterhood of Shepherds, debuted with HEARTSONG in May 2014 (MantleRockPublishing). Nicola's swinging whodunit, TEED OFF! (republished in February 2014 by OakTreePress), features professional golfer and coroner Riley Quinn.

Her other novels include a psychological thriller (A HEMORRHAGING OF SOULS), six novels in The Church Choir Mysteries series and a multimedia online thriller, UNNATURALSTATES.

In addition, Nicola has published two writing e-book primers, YOUDUNIT WHODUNIT! HOW TO WRITE MYSTERIES & SELF-PUBLISH YOUR E-BOOK IN MINUTES!, and a gardening guide. She's recently released her first musical interactive children's book for the iPad, SAVING GRAPE-JELLY CHEEKS.

Nicola lives in a small seaside town on southern Vancouver Island, British Columbia.


Monday, January 14, 2013

Giving Up

Giving Up

Persistence is a virtue and I am all for persisting in the face of difficulties and obstacles. But, and it is a big but,...sometimes there is just no other way forward but to give up and start again.

When I lived in Sydney a friend, knowing how I love them, bought me a jacaranda. I planted it with great hope and waited and waited for it to flower. I never saw it happen.  My husband’s job transferred to Orange and we had to move.  Pointless uprooting the jacaranda as it wouldn’t grow in that cold climate. Reluctantly I left it behind thinking at least the new owners would enjoy it when it flowered.

This is a poem I wrote about that time.

Initiated Into Blue


All November I ached
for the tiny jacaranda in my garden
that had not been initiated into blue.
I watched large jacarandas
bleaching colour from the sky.
All November I admired
their insistence, the blue larceny
that left neighbouring eucalypts
drab as tarnished pewter.
Then came December
and while Sydney jacarandas
still whispered bluely
through the streets,
we moved to cooler country
where rhododendrons purple
the parks
and elms solid as sandstone
line the streets.
But in all this town
not one tree
wears jacaranda blue.


First published Northern Perspective vol 17- 1994

Imagine my devastation a few years later when I went back and re-visited our old house and saw the new owners had ripped out my precious jacaranda.  I felt like part of me had been ripped out.

I vowed that when we left Orange I would plant a jacaranda wherever we moved. A bit over five years ago we moved to a warmer climate near the coast and I did just that. The plant was watered and fed while I waited eagerly for it to flower. It didn’t. We decided it must be in the wrong place, so we moved it to another spot in the garden and repeated the process of tending it. Another year passed and then another. It still did not flower. This year, the fifth year of waiting, I had high hopes it would be big enough to flower. But again not a flower appeared. Then we’re not sure whether it was violent winds or vandals but our little jacaranda was partly destroyed. On closer inspection my husband found it also had some sort of disease. We agreed it was hopeless. Time to face facts, this jacaranda was doomed. I had to give up on this jacaranda. It was never going to flower.

So I went up the nursery and priced another jacaranda. ‘It will flower in twelve or eighteen months,’ I was assured. Forgive me if I was sceptical. I’d heard that story before. I resolved not to buy one unelss it was already flowering. I priced a taller jacaranda and nearly had a heart attack when I heard the price. Yet it still didn’t have flower on it. But I'd learned my lesson. Needless to say it was a case of no sale.

A few days later my husband and I took off  down  for a drive down the coast. What started out sunny turned into a dreary grey day. We saw a nursery and called in. He had tall jacarandas and yes, they either had buds on them or were flowering.  With trepidation I asked the price. Imagine my delight when the price was less than quarter than that of the larger unflowering ones we had seen! What’s more the man in this nursery really seemed to know what he was talking about, as I quizzed him about the requirements and right position in the garden for the tree. Elated I choose my jacaranda and brought it home. The next day while I was out my husband took out the old misshapen tree and planted the new one. And the weather turned way hot all of a sudden. I despaired for my tree and ensured it got watered and fed often.

Imagine my joy when a couple of weeks later the buds turned into jacaranda blue flowers. I rushed out and took a photo. Sorry I tried to post a couple of pics but couldn't get it to work for some bizarre reason.

Back to the jacaranda though. It made me think about the writing life. Sometimes I have had obstacles and have pushed on with a project regardless. Other times no matter what I have tried, a poem or story refuses to work. I am faced with a choice. Either persist or give up and start on something new. At times in my life I’ve known it’s time to do what I had to with the jacaranda. I’ve had to admit defeat and start again.

Sometimes that may mean starting over on the same piece of work but looking at it from a different angle or a trying it from a different point of view. Other times, it means shelving it all together and starting a new project. The trick is to know when it is time to move on and admit defeat or just to change focus.  So my question is how do you know when to keep going or when to give up with a writing project?
 
Streets on a Map, is Dale’s latest novel. Prior to that, Dale has had seven children’s books and Kaleidoscope a collection of poetry published. She has also written bible studies and Sunday school lessons. More information about Dale can be found at www.daleharcombe.com or on her Write and Read with Dale blog http://www.livejournal.com/users/orangedale/

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

In all things ... give thanks

The rest of Canada has had an exceptionally hot summer this year.  However, on Vancouver Island, where we pride ourselves on our lush gardens, the weather has been miserable.  Thus it is that, wherever two or three gardeners are gathered together in my neighbourhood, the talk inevitable turns to the disappointing yields from orchard and vegetable bed. The litany of complaint is loud and long. Wet spring, cold July, no bees, marauding deer, slugs, no sun. I complain with the best of them, often leading the chorus. Here it is, the end of summer and my tomatoes are still green.  The Fall Fair last weekend had only four ripe pumpkins.




In previous years, my plum tree has yielded bushels of fruit. This year, I've got a niggardly offering that won't full one ice cream bucket. I was ready to write off the garden as a complete failure, and then I found the blackberries.




The bushes are laden, the berries sweet and juicy and huge! Best of all they require little effort to grow and maintain.

I can't help considering the blackberry bushes along the roadsides in my part of the world as an example of God's grace. We label them "noxious weed." We cut them down, plough them under, trample them over. We strip them of fruit and hack at the vines, then turn our backs and ignore them. Yet, year after year, the blackberries shower the ungrateful with abundance, fruit fit for kings, there for the taking, no questions asked, no one excluded.


    Now, when I'm tempted to complain about the failures in my garden, I remember Paul's message to the Thessalonians, In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.


 
 
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