You Can Do This

Life isn’t always puddin’ and pie. Sometimes… It’s a desperate need for coffee, up all night caring for sick babies, and wishing you weren’t doing this alone. And you’re not.

The thought has crossed my mind, as a writer, that things happen to writers for the specific purpose of giving us things to write about…

We have adventures in life that nobody else has, and our very existence is breathed out in words. We dare to write about things most people might want to forget, because we want everyone to remember.  Writers choose to share their lives, their experiences, and their solutions.

To encourage, or offer confidence, the motivation to write comes from within the writer.

We breathe, we write. It’s a given.

White Space

The key to good writing is margin, or white space, as we call it in the publishing fields. Do the words fit on the page? Are there too many? Are there too few? Is there enough space to rest the eye? Is the page too wide? Too narrow? Or should there be more graphic interest?

When I first read Tricia’s writing, her first blog, even though it was after her husband had passed, I remember words filled every crevice. They were overflowing the page. There was an energy about them, as if she couldn’t write them fast enough. She flowed through the words, grasping at life as if she were afraid to lose it.

And I felt the same way…

My mother had passed away in October, and I couldn’t absorb enough of LIFE. I remember that desperate feeling of clutching life to me, and holding it tight, as if it might slip away.

Then, with the realization that by the sheer desperation of holding on too tight, I was smothering it out. I began to let go.

Along side Tricia, in some parallel universe, I learned about White Space, margin, and boundaries. I learned to let go, and allow others to live. In the process, I found myself living too.

I found the life I thought I’d lost, and I began to regroup, grasp my own reality, and regroup. When her latest title was released, I recognized the tone… Confidence, my word for the year, revealed in the tone of exuberance, a reminder that “We’re not alone!” There’s ALWAYS someone there. Across the aisle. At another table. In the same coffee shop. Drinking my favorite brew… Someone is there, close by.

Margin, It Can Separate, or Bring You Closer

 

Sometimes it just takes confidence to look around and find someone to share your moment. Tricia shares the secret in her book of finding the confidence to ‘do it alone’ and know…

You Can Do This From Amazon:
Our culture as a whole, and often the Christian culture in particular, discourages confidence in women. Tricia Lott Williford explores how confidence and self-awareness can be a path toward stronger and richer faith. She offers stories and strategies to inspire and lead women to develop the confidence to stand firm in the face of the blows, losses, and disappointments in life.

Readers of this book will think, laugh, and gain confidence to do what is set before them. They will feel hopeful, courageous, strengthened, encouraged, present, and confident. And finally, readers will be equipped to implement simple strategies to inspire contagious confidence in themselves and others.

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The exciting part of reading this book is that you can actually read all three and follow Tricia’s journey back from losing her husband in her first book “And Life Comes Back” or the next book, where she regains some normalcy in life. “Let’s Pretend We’re Normal” gives insight to life.

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About the Author

(from her blog)

I’m pretty active on social media, so much so that my son once completed this sentence in preschool: My Mom’s job is: Facebook.  True story.

You can find me on—

My Blog: tricialottwilliford.com

Facebook Page: The Thoughts and Writings of Tricia Lott Williford

Twitter: @TriciaWilliford

Instagram: TriciaLottWilliford

Look me up. Let’s be friends. Drop me a line, if you want.  I read every word.  I am delighted to meet you.

About Riverboat Queen Author Bill Clarke

As the sun sank low in the western skies of Colorado, Clarke sat on a stump ravishing in the cool mountain breezes. “They won’t let me work, what am I going to do?” He lamented the loss of his recent job, and worried over the struggle to provide for his family without the eighty hours of work week he’d been putting in, every week.

One day, he’d been pushing numbers, servicing customers, and the next they were hauling his butt out on a stretcher, concerned about his heart. Whether he had a heart attack or not, Dish Network wasn’t willing to take on the liability, and Clarke needed income. At 64 years of age, he wasn’t ready to retire on social security limitations, and there was nothing else in the bank.

He needed income.

I bit my tongue and drawled out, “Write a book!” The words nearly choked me as they escaped my being.

I’d heard his stories for the past several years. He laughed at his own jokes. He was funny as hell, and he could talk forever. I figured it’d give him something to do.

I didn’t expect him to pound out a books like a salesman on a Colfax bimbo. There was more I expected. But his motto:

“Once you realize you don’t have to polish your turds, it’s easy to poop.”
~Bill Clarke

Became my undoing..

I was a single mom, working my butt off, supporting four kids, and writing, editing, coding my own set of shenanigans. And every time he called me, he wanted to know if I’d looked at his last chapter.

I hadn’t taken time to pee. And he wanted to know if I’d looked over a chapter. HA.

But, I had told him to write a book, so I kept pushing to get his book edited. Even telling him and showing him how to edit wasn’t working, so I had to do it myself.

And I kept trying. That first book was a chore. A full time chore, because he hadn’t written it true to the time period he was writing about, and I hadn’t learned there were alternatives to writing legitimate historic fiction. You could ad-lib, take writer liberties, and adjust the history to fit your story… And who says they didn’t have turd polishing toilets in Montana Gold Mine country in 1876?

Where do you find your characters?

Most of them come from people I meet, family members, neighbors, people who just seem to need to be in the book. They need to be famous, so I make them famous in my books. I talk about real named people, but they aren’t who I say they are. I make them famous. And I leave them legacies of existence in a world they may never visit. If I use their first name, I change their last name. Real live friends in my book may be brothers.

 What do you get from writing books?

I’m a writer. I published two books. I have a legacy. I’m leaving this life a published author with two stories that people will read, republish, and share for the rest of time on the planet. Books are forever. I get excited knowing that something might be here a hundred years after I’m gone and forgotten.

 What will people learn from your books?

They’ll learn to love people. That everyone makes mistakes and we can still love ’em anyway. They’ll learn there’s something good in everyone.

What’s the big take away from your books?

I think the good guys always win. They may not walk away, I sometimes kill ’em all off and let God sort ’em out, but the good guys win. There’s a sense of presence that comes from story that says, “Good guys win, here.” And I suit up for that every day at the keyboard.

Will you write more books?

As many as I can come up with story lines for, I’ll keep creating characters until they all fall off the planet, or end up in a book. I might need to hire a new editor… Know anybody?

And with that, Clarke turned up his oxygen bottle and drove off into the sunset on his favorite dream.

From his editor/publisher: My goal is to get him a new car with a driver. He’s dangerous on the roads! Buy his books!

Riverboat QueenWhen China Clarke left his five children with his brother John, to return to New York City to find wife number three, scoundrel son number one turned to women. The widow down by the river was a common conquest. There were more… When he got caught flirting with precious Violet, her brother wasn’t happy. But the brawl between them left her brother’s nose hanging by a hope, and his eyes black and bruised. To save his life, young Bill was carted out of town rolled into a blanket, by his Uncle’s sexy secretary. It’s a good thing his mama taught him the Lord’s Prayer, because it comes in handy! The stop and go trip to Chicago landed Bill in wedded bliss and a free trip to the Montana Gold Mine Country with his new wife, to take care of daddy, China’s interests in the General store. The life of a scoundrel is never pleasant, but young Bill fancies himself growing up eventually, and finds his way home. The adventures of his past haunt him, and in those final moments, his lovely bride realizes she still loves him. This venture into historic comedy and romance might leave you wondering what century they’re living in, but the heart of the book will tell you right up front, the writer lives in a time all his own. Don’t miss a single word of this adventure! (Click on the cover to buy the book.)

James C. Mulaney – Out of the Forest

Out of the ForestWhen your plane collides with an Eagle over a pine forest in the Canadian Rockies, the softest landing may not be in the pines. Surviving the wreckage, two youngsters spend days attempting to find their way out of the forest.

This is their story…

With his little sister tagging along, Carl follows the survival rules in a Boy Scout Manuel to help them survive the wilderness. Their adventure takes them along a river, through mountain trails, and across open meadows.

They manage to stay warm at night, and find ways to heal sore feet. Their methods may not be scientific, but they work. And every step of their journey is shared in this journal of their survival.

About the Author

James C. Mulaney started life in the middle of the depression in Mena Arkansas, clinging to principles and values that gave family importance and kept the country together. He served in the Army during the Korean Conflict from 1952 until 1955. Home again, he attended college in Overland Park, Kansas, finishing up in Lamar, Colorado, where he and his wife, Esther, settled, while they raised two daughters. He was quite the cowboy in those early days, working farms and ranches in the southeastern Colorado area. Sometime near 1959, he arrived at the Bus Depot in Lamar, where his wife and some friends were gathered for coffee in the evening. Dressed in chaps and side arms, with his hat low and his spurs jingling, he startled the many customers, who weren’t used to cowboys showing up in downtown. He spent the next several years working as a lineman for the electric company, then rescuing people in the 1965 Flood along the Arkansas River. After that he hung up his lineman belt and began working for a local appliance company. Eventually, the entrepreneurial spirit grabbed him and he opened his own appliance company until he retired in 1993. Always an adventurer, his retirement came after he fell out of a tree he was trimming. After years of storytelling, he decided to try his hand at writing. A collection of ideas became a plot and Out of the Forest was the working title for this adventure. He continues to write while working in the Hospitality Industry, enjoying the opportunity to meet a wide variety of people and pursuing his interest in photography. Please visit his website at www.JamesCMulaney.com for more information about new books being released.

Oris George Along the Back Roads

Along the Back RoadsWhen you leave the highways, the big cities and civilization behind, you find yourself on the Back Roads, in the middle of an America that some believe have been forgotten. Even nostalgic remembrances cannot belie the cozy comforts of home and back roads. These stories, you’ll remember…

An experience of back roads living, along the Back Roads of Yesterday with Oris George, you’ll meet Anna… Sitting alone at the well pump, her hat in her hand.

Or you’ll meet General, the Buff Orpington rooster, who threatened to pluck Oris’ eyes right out of his head, with his mother standing well within ear shot.

Or it just may happen that you’ll wind up riding in the wagon, as Oris takes eggs and vegetables to town, and arrive back home with mule apples in your hair, and covering your sorry hide, because nobody… Even Oris, can trust a stubborn old mule.

Stories of Yesterday

Back Roads When you travel along the back roads, you don’t always see a lot of people.

Sometimes, you just move through the country side, taking up space…

And then you realize you’ve traveled quite a distance. You might be fortunate enough to see an old timing headed your way who will tell you stories, and share something about their lives.

About the Author

Evidently, the older a man gets the whiter his whiskers get, and when he grows them out, people call him things like Santa Claus. Or so they say…

The challenge is to grow old with attitude, at least enough to keep away the bad guys, and enough grace to let the nice folks remain in your life. So, does he still drink his own bath water, or has he outgrown that habit? If you see him, ask…

Oris GeorgeOris George lives in Colorado, a little closer to the river than he’d probably like, with a few more birds than he wants to listen to, and more often than not, he would rather be working with mules, donkeys, dogs, or kids.

His memories are peppered with enchanting stories picked up along the back roads through years of yesterday. His unique style of taking readers along the paths of boyhood adventures, days long past, and the gentler times we all wish we could once again experience, brings out the child in each of us. Capers only a young boy, a mule, a donkey, a dog, and friends could endure vanished along with the era of lemonade on the porch and Grandma’s home-baked cookies on Friday afternoon.