Why the blog?

I write as the Spirit moves me. I have prayed about what I'm supposed to do with my life a lot. A lot. Writing. Writing is what I believe God is leading me to do. Whether or not He wants me to write for anyone to read is His business. Much of my writing has been therapy for me so maybe I'm the only one who is supposed to read it. So, why the Blog? As a sounding board, a note pad, a place to keep my ideas and thoughts. A place to share and promote my books, and photography. Written prayers, a place to vent. Possibly, even a place for the unknown reader to learn about the love of Jesus.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Man in the Mirror

Man in the Mirror is now available though smashwords.
Being a teenage girl is difficult enough with having to deal with a dysfunctional family. Celeste Gallagher takes on her family's problems as her own creating guilt and shame. There is only one way for her to rid herself of that self-imposed responsibility and she fights it every step of the way. 

Chapter 1
A familiar sound broke through the silence of a dream. They were at it again. Did it ever stop? A high-pitched wail was followed by and then intermingled with a booming bass. The down comforter was pressed hard against ears not wanting to hear. Muffled yet ever familiar sounds crept in and threatened to ruin the day. The sounds were more intense than yesterday, more demanding than the time before that. Words could not be heard. They weren’t necessary. They were absolutely unwanted. The tone and inflection were more than enough. A soft down pillow was placed over the comforter to bar the sounds even further to no avail. Sounds of a familiar song suddenly burst forth overriding the irritating sound.
“Thank God for the alarm clock,” Celeste said, grumpy and relieved, as she rolled out of bed, turning up the volume on her way to the shower.
The day had begun exactly like it had ended with Celeste’s parents arguing. All had been peaceful while her father had been away on a business trip. The house had been silent and still. There had been no yelling, no talking at all really. Celeste went to school, hung out with her friends and came home. Dinner was delivered at exactly 6 p.m. where it was eaten in silence with only the occasional question or comment from mother to daughter. Same thing every day. Boring, predictable, but quiet. Now this.
....for the rest go to Man in the Mirror.



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