Showing posts with label The Steve Laube Agency. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Steve Laube Agency. Show all posts

Saturday, May 18, 2013

"Message Me" 1800's Style




By Nancy J. Farrier

We are so spoiled in the 21st Century. If we want to say something to a friend or family member, we simply call, email or text. Keeping in touch is pretty much instant, and almost everyone we know has
a phone that does amazing multiple functions. In fact, we become annoyed if whoever we need to contact doesn’t answer immediately.

I’m sure my kids roll their eyes when I talk about growing up in the 1960’s. We would go on vacation for two or three weeks – a road trip – without a phone. My dad would call home once or twice to check on family and the farm, but we didn’t have daily contact, and those back home had no way to contact us.

Consider how families must have felt when loved ones traveled west by wagon train. They knew the chances of seeing one another again were very slim. They could try to send letters, but with no known address, the letters might travel for months to catch up to the recipient. Once the family settled, contact was easier, but still took weeks or months.

Communication woes began to change in the mid-1800’s. Building on the discoveries of several men, Samuel Morse invented a more practical way of connecting with one another when he designed a magnetized magnet and invented the telegraph. In 1835, Morse proved that messages could be sent by using pulses of electricity and a code of dots and dashes, later refined and called “Morse Code.”

Morse gave a public demonstration of his new method of corresponding in 1838, but didn’t get any backing until several years later. In 1843 Congress funded an experimental line that stretched forty miles from Washington to Baltimore. On May 1, 1844, the first news was dispatched when Morse’s partner telegraphed the message that Henry Clay had been nominated by the Whig Party at their national convention.

The first official message, sent on May 24, 1844, shared a Bible verse, Numbers 23:23, “What hath God wrought,” chosen by the daughter of a friend of Samuel Morse. The telegraph began to spread,
mostly along the railroad lines. In 1861, Western Union completed the first transcontinental telegraph line, giving people out west a way to connect with people in the East.

In researching the telegraph, I found some interesting messages sent over the wires: When American author Mark Twain heard that his obituary had been published, he sent a telegram from London in 1897 saying: "The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated".

The shortest telegram in the English language was from the Irish writer Oscar Wilde. He was living in Paris and he cabled his publisher in Britain to see how his new book was doing. The message read: “?” The publisher cabled back: “!” (I found it funny that a "?" and "!" were considered English.)

One of the first criminals to be convicted with the help of the telegram was Dr. Crippen, an American-born homeopath. After murdering his wife at their home in London in January 1910, Dr. Crippen escaped to Canada with his lover. The ship’s captain sent a telegram to Scotland Yard right before the ship lost reception. An officer took a faster ship to Canada and arrested Dr. Crippen when he arrived at his destination. Dr. Crippen was convicted and hanged.

Samuel Morse’s invention changed the way people communicated. In 1871, Morse, a frail 80-year-old, was honored in a day’s celebration that included the unveiling of a statue of Morse. Telegraph messages congratulating Morse came from around the world. The events of the day were communicated via a series of telegraph instruments, hidden from view of the guests, but connected to every city that had a Morse telegraph. Samuel Morse himself arrived for the end of the ceremonies, and the announcement was made that he would send a final message. A Western Union operator typed Morse’s words, “Greeting and thanks to the Telegraph fraternity throughout the world. Glory to God in the Highest, on Earth, Peace, Goodwill to men.” Morse finished the message by signing his name, S.F.B. Morse.

In 1848, a Pennsylvania preacher penned this poem about the telegraph:
Along the smooth and slender wires, the sleepless heralds run,
Fast as the clear and living rays go streaming from the sun;
No pearls of flashes, heard or seen, their wondrous flight betray,
And yet their words are quickly caught in cities far away.

Have you ever sent or received a telegraph message? Do you know any Morse code? Most of us at least know the distress signal – SOS – dot dot dot – dash dash dash – dot dot dot. What other messages do you know?





Coming July 2013
Nancy J Farrier is an award winning author who lives in Southern California in the Mojave Desert. She loves the Southwest and interesting historical past. Nancy and her husband have five children. When Nancy isn’t writing, she loves to read, do needlecraft, play with her cats, and spend time with her family. Nancy is represented by Karen Ball of The Steve Laube Literary Agency. You can read more about Nancy and her books on her website: nancyjfarrier.com.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Sweet Sixteen: The Date, Not the Age!

Pam Hillman
 Pam Hillman here... I’ll be your hostess the 16th of every month.

I was born and raised on a dairy farm in Mississippi and spent my teenage years perched on the seat of a tractor raking hay. In those days, Daddy couldn’t afford two cab tractors with air conditioning and a radio, so I drove the Allis Chalmers 110. Even when Daddy asked me if I wanted to operate the baler, I told him I didn’t mind raking. Raking hay doesn’t take much thought, so I spent my time working on my tan and making up stories in my head. Now, that’s the kind of life every sixteen-year-old girl should dream of!

Pam's husband bailing hay.
From an early age I loved horses and all things western. I was a bit of a tomboy and cut my teeth on Louis L’Amour westerns. Our neighbor’s husband worked in the oil fields of Alaska and was gone months at a time. She’d invite my brother and me over to watch John Wayne movies on Friday nights. We’d have popcorn and soda, or she’d bake a butter cake (the smell of hot butter cake fresh from the oven still makes my mouth water!).

Horses from the Hillman Hilltop
Writing a novel reminds of making mud pies as a little girl. You just get in there and have the best time ever playing in the mud, forming pies in the tin pie plates Mama let you borrow from her kitchen. Getting it all out there is fun and exciting. Cleaning it up can be a little daunting, but sticking with it yields great results, and then the final cleanup with my editors is even more thrilling. I use a spreadsheet to plot turning points, starting with the big picture, drilling down to each act, each chapter, then each scene. Then I layer in more texture in my second and third pass. By the time the final draft goes to my editor, I hope the novel has plenty of yummy goodness and not a trace of that mud pie remains!

I’ve always loved stories involving the great Westward expansion, and television shows such as Bonanza, Little House on the Prairie, and Gunsmoke. The western writer, Louis L’Amour, kept me mesmerized with his tales of cowboys and Indians, outlaws, prim schoolteachers, hot dry deserts and boom towns.

The view from my front porch.
My love of the old west and lifetime of country living bring authenticity to my work and depth to my characters, something that has been recognized many times in the industry through writer’s awards. My work has placed in dozens of writer’s contests, including being a four-time finalist in Romance Writers of America’s prestigious Golden Heart contest for unpublished novelists with Claiming Mariah, my second novel, winning the coveted Golden Heart. My debut novel, Stealing Jake, is a 2013 Epic eBook Awards finalist.

I’m excited to be part of CFHS.

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Claiming Mariah
Tyndale House Publishers Digital First
January 2013
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1880’s Wyoming Territory: In light of her father’s death, Mariah Malone sends a letter that will alter the lives of her family. When Slade Donovan, strong willed and eager for vengeance, shows up on her front porch, Mariah is not ready to hear his truths: her father’s ranch, the only home she’s ever known, was bought with stolen gold. With Slade ready to collect his father’s rightful claim and force Mariah and her family out on the streets, Mariah must turn to God for guidance. Though Mr. Fredrick Cooper, a local landowner, promises to answer her financial woes if she agrees to be his bride, Mariah finds herself drawn instead to the angry young man laying claim to her home…and her heart.


Claiming Mariah is a Clash of the Titles contender. I would be thrilled if you would go to the Clash of the Titles site and vote for the book of your choice. Voting ends on Wednesday, February 20, 2013.


The Prize Vault is Open!

(Includes 1 Year Subscription to E-cards by Jacquie Lawson (deadline TODAY), pewter bookmarks and 40% off coupon for Deirdre's Handmade Jewelry (deadline March 9), and eReader: Kindle/Nook (deadline March 31)


Thursday, February 7, 2013

Meet Crit Partners and Best Friends Kathleen L. Maher and Debbie Lynne Costello

Colliding with Destiny by Kathleen L. Maher

Sometimes people find their calling, and sometimes their calling finds them. I think I am among the latter category. 

My husband and me dancing at our son's wedding Aug 18, 2012
I grew up in a little town called Elmira, NY, a stone's throw from Corning where they make the cook wear with the little blue flowers and the gorilla glass. Elmira has a few distinctions of its own. It is the county seat for rural Chemung County. It is where Mark Twain wrote much of Huck Finn, and it simmers with Civil- and Revolutionary War history. So in my hometown, history and writing collide, and so did I--with my destiny.

As a teen, I fell in love with the local fabric and legends. It intrigued me that so many of the soldiers who fought and died in both wars were my age then. I realized that like me, they probably didn't even know what they wanted to be when they grew up. Maybe they dreamed of working a farmstead, having a family, experiencing the love of a soul mate. Their stories came alive in my head and heart. I had to tell them.
I became a lifelong student of history and of the writing craft. It has been a very long journey. I've written and dreamed through many seasons of life--high school, college, rebellion, single motherhood, redemption, even marriage to a kind, nurturing soul mate. A sense of destiny and faith has carried me through it all--an unyielding hope that I will one day share my stories with people who need an encouraging word, a sense of commiseration, a good laugh or a good cry. To share the love of a gracious Heavenly Father with a broken, fatherless world. 
And so now, all these years later, my lifelong dream stands at the threshold of realization. I have just signed with a wonderful agent--Terry Burns of Hartline Literary Agency. And maybe, just maybe, there is a publishing house who shares my passion and who will help me fulfill my destiny to share the stories I have written as well as those that I have yet to write. Stories of the brave men and women from history who sacrificed, bled, loved, and lived inspiring lives. I may not be Elmira's next Mark Twain, but I would sure love to leave a mark on the city's history in my own unique way. 

I would be honored if you would take this journey to publication with me, and maybe even cheer and pray for me along the way. I am surrounded my a company of greatness here on this blog, and it is my earnest hope that they rub off on me and we all compel one another to good works. All I can say is it is an honor to be part of this group. And I look forward to interacting with all of you who visit.
My question for you: What do you feel is your God-given destiny? Have you found it yet or are you still searching?

To thank you for your time and connection, I am offering a gift to one lucky commenter (selected by random.org.) Please leave your email address below with your answer to my question, and I will send one of you this lovely print of an old farmstead as a token of my appreciation. I can't be sure where it was painted, but it looks very much like my region of upstate NY, sans the pretty dusting of snow we currently have.



 

Making God Chuckle by Debbie Lynne Costello


Sheriff at Virginia City, Nevada
“You have a twisted mind.” My husband’s famous words. A person can hear something only so much before they begin to believe it. He claimed only twisted minds could know the ending of a story. He did find it extremely annoying that half way through every movie we watched I ruined the end for him. Of course after the movie was over I always had to make suggestions on how it could have been better.  

I guess I’ve always loved writing and making up stories so naturally I had to give my input whether asked for or not. Life takes so many turns you never know where you will end up. And writing was one of those plans I had made. Which makes me think of a joke I just heard. 'If you want to make God laugh, tell Him you've made plans.' So where was I? Oh, yes, always liked making up stories of course my parents called them lies. LOL. Just kidding folks. But my mom surprised me with a packet full of stories I wrote from the age of seven and up. And I took every creative writing class I could in High School and then went on to journalism in college. But life has a way of taking sharp turns. I married my childhood sweetheart, had children and my writing ended…temporarily.
Best Friends
But let me just say that I was always looking for some hair brain idea to make money from home. With four kids it had to be something I could work in between school, meals, practices, sewing, and my duties at church. Funny thing is I think most  of my ideas cost us money, but my hubby was forever supportive.
Charleston, SC
The years went on and I started homeschooling I found adult companionship in books. Between ruining movies for hubby and all the reading I was doing when the boys were working and didn’t need my help (any homeschool mom knows you can’t leave your kids alone for five minutes if you want them to keep working so I read) Joe looked at me one day and said why don’t you write a book.  Four months later I had finished an 110,000 word manuscript.
My Arabian
Today I have five manuscripts finished.  Four of which are 19th century stories set in the beautiful Charleston, SC area. I am represented by a wonderful agent, Tamela Hancock Murray of the Steve Laube Agency. 

I love horses, antiques, Shetland sheepdogs, my cowboy boots, collecting antique bibles, starting new things (ask my crit partner, Kathleen Maher about that), my country, and a book I can’t guess the ending to. 
 
  
I hope that in a small way you are blessed by this new blog and that you find new friends here that make you feel at home. Thanks to all of my co-authors of this blog and to you for stopping by.

Hangs over the door of my son's ship, the USS Bataan
 March is our giveaway month to thank you for coming by. On the 7th day of March I am offering a hand made bracelet from antique silver spoons with a dangle that can be added to the bracelet to one winner and I'm also giving awat a bath gift basket to another lucky winner.