I have just started a second beta reader on my upcoming book–Historical Fiction Based On Fact, Past-Life Hypnotic Regression. I wanted to share what my reader, who had asked me to beta read the book after seeing my last blog on “Annie”. This is what she had to say after reading just the first two small chapters where Annie’s parents die of the dreaded fever prevalent in early Colonial America:
OK, they died and passed to another dimension…got that. Don’t leave me hanging; what’s next?!?
Obviously I am hooked. And that is not easy because from all my years proofreading, grammatical errors, etc., become very distracting to me. Your writing has none of those. Plus it reads fast ( if you know what I mean). I hate readingwhere I have to stop and focus on every single word.
Frankly, I am picky about what fiction I read and I find yours intriguing. Your characters are beautifully brought to life (which you promptly killed-off) without excess verbiage — kudos. You made me cry. Not because she died but understanding the utter despair he must have felt conscious enough to ken what was coming.
Between you and I, my family also has such “gifts” in our background, which by-the-way is heavily Scottish and Welsh.
Of course, I will be sending the rest of the book for her to read, Sections II-VI. I hope to have the book finished and published by July/August 2016. I have about two Sections and The Epilogue to complete. –Deborah A. Bowman, Author
This poem is from the last meditation we experienced at the Silent Retreat. I can see in retrospect I have come a long way. Now I am going to take a break for a couple of weeks to go to the beach and to visit my mother. I will miss you all, but have a lot to look forward to when I return to catch up on all your inspiring postings.
Very recently I went to a silent retreat. I wondered with my capricious chatter, as prolific as my writing, how I would ever withstand being totally quiet. But I had a mission, you see. I have not been well, and normal medical science seemed to be letting me down. Would silent reflection help?
I have to respond with a resounding, yet quiet, “Yes!”
Sometimes the things we dwell on and fear the most will respond to just letting go. Another whispered thought is acceptance. All is healing.
I wrote a few poems while in my silent retreat with loving strangers all around me. In the next few days I will share them. The verse tells the story so much better than I ever could.