Saturday, November 29, 2014


THE HOLIDAYS ARE OFFICIALLY UPON US!

Our tables were laden with plenty of good food, our belly's so full that all we wanted to do was get a long nap, but at 6 pm Thanksgiving evening the kick off to Black Friday sales began.  Did you go?  Did you have your list in your hands, sales paper in hand with the items marked that you wanted?  Did you take your family with you, instructing each of them that their sole purpose was to bring you back that one item that you wanted?  

So often in our world of shopping, getting and spending we often forget the ones who want to go shopping but don't have the patience to fight the crowds and definitely not the nerves it takes to drive in the traffic.  

Today, as I always do every year, I took my Mom and my aunt (my mom's sister) shopping.  I drove them to the mall and this time, might I add, I was able to keep up with them.  Two years ago, I lost them in Wal-mart during that maddening after-Thanksgiving sale.  I called my dad in a panic.  He was laughing when he answered the phone and he said, "You've lost them didn't you?"  
"Not funny dad!" I reminded him. "I can't believe there's so many people in here. Surely it's against the fire marshal codes."      
"Have you called her cell?" My dad was still laughing.
"You know she doesn't even have the crazy thing on.  I don't know why in the world she won't cut it on, but she sure can burn mine up calling me after work wanting to know where I'm at." 
"Just stay put where you are and she'll circle the wagon and come right back to you. As for your Aunt Neil, well, don't know what to tell you about that."
Sure enough, forty-five minutes later Mom circled back around the store to where I stood jibbering and talking to people she knew along the way, while I was sweating bullets.  I called my Aunt Neil's cell over twenty times until she finally answered.  

Taking my Mom and Aunt shopping reminds me a lot of the movie "Driving Mrs. Daisy".  While I'm driving the two are taking and visiting.  It's precious time I spend with them and for some unknown reason that I can't explain, I always find deals with Mom and my Aunt that I normally wouldn't.  

I could have told my Mom that I didn't want to go or that I needed to get some work done, but I didn't.  There will always be work to be done in a home and there will always be revisions needing to be completed on my manuscripts. But I only have one mother and the time that I spend with her is priceless and special!





Thursday, November 27, 2014




HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

I hope and trust everyone has had a wonderful day; a day where your minds were clear and your hearts filled with thanks and cheer.  When I woke this morning at 6 am; my mind immediately started making list of the things that I wanted to get done and those that needed to get done.  Standing in my kitchen I stopped to give thanks to God up above for what I did have.  A home; a loving, caring family; my health and most of all, a loving God who loves us all unconditionally.

If your wondering about the photo up above; its a photo of the tribal colors for the Native American Tribe Lumbee; which I'm a member.  Growing up, Thanksgiving meant a time for harvest, a time to get prepared for the winter and a time to thank God for his blessings on us.  As a kid during Thanksgiving, I didn't know anything about place cards, fall decorations or fall wreaths of the doors.  There were no pumpkins put out for decorations, no bales of hay and no mums.  Thanksgiving was spent cooking, socializing and eating!  When dinner was ready, the blessing of the food was said and the food was passed around.  Collards, turnips, turkey, stuffing, gravy and peas from the freezer.  The table never had a tablecloth, there were no fancy dishes, fancy glasses and no fancy centerpiece.  The pots were put right on the table and one year I remember we drank out of pint mason jars because I had broke all the drinking glasses dropping them as I washed the dishes.  Those were the good ol' days were the holidays were celebrated with family and not by decorating your house and getting the best deals on black Friday.

So as you enjoy your Thanksgiving holiday, let's be truly thankful for what we do have because there are so many right in our own communities who are less fortunate than we are.

Monday, November 24, 2014



DO BELIEVE WIVE'S TALES ABOUT WEATHER?

#Wive's#Tales#Weather.  How many of you has ever heard of such?  It's true whither you want to believe it or not.  Here in the #southern part of #NorthCarolina, last week we had frost; matter of fact one morning it was 22 degrees.  I'm over forty, and I've never known it to be as cold as it was last week for November.  Today the highs was in the mid-70's and on my way home from work, in the northwestern sky it was lightening.  
The old wives tales says that if there is a thunderstorm in the fall/winter, then there will be snow in 7 days.  It happened last January and sure enough seven days later we had snow.    But you best believe, if we do get snow I will post a lot of pics of it.   
Do you follow the weather for when your writing scenes that involves the seasons; taking notes of what is taking place?  What about taking photos?  I do, I take notes and photos.  I always have a pen and notebook in my purse.  Leave a comment and share how you write weather scenes.   

Friday, November 21, 2014

WHAT IS YOUR INSPIRATION?



On my way home from Lumberton, NC late one Friday afternoon I spotted this car in the parking lot of a restaurant.  Possibilities of a book, characters  and questions surrounding a car like this began to take hold and before I thought twice, I threw my right turn signal, crossed two lanes and honey-holed it,(as my sister calls my driving) into the parking lot.  I grabbed my camera and started taking photos.  
Don't know if I'll ever write a book that involves a car like this, but then again, the sky's the limit on that possibility.  At least that's what I tell myself.  The idea has formed, the possibility exists, it's left up to me whether I make it happen or not.   
So what is your inspiration? Do you take photos, jot down notes on multiple notepads like I do and they end up scattered all over the place including your car?  One thing I've learned during my journey in writing, is that ideas for a great book or plot can take shape and form from the insignificant events in our life.  




Saturday, November 1, 2014

FIVE WAYS I KNOW FALL IS UPON US!

Hello everyone:
If your not sure what's in the picture above, it's of a cabbage my mom and dad brought me from their garden.  Huge isn't it?  My mom and dad walked in my home and my dad said, "Hey gal, look what I brought you!"  He was all happy and smiling.  "Got turnips, mustard and the collards are bigger than a tin-tub."  I would have had cabbages in my garden too, except after I planted them, the swamp rabbits pulled them up and ate them.

It's now November 1st and I know its officially fall when:
1. My mom and dad brings me the first cutting of cabbages from their fall garden.
2. My youngest son's birthday arrives ~ October 28.
3. It's cold at night and warms up some, during the day - if the sun is out.
4. I can't decide how to dress for work - which has always been a dilemma with North Carolina weather.
5. Last but not least; at my home church, we celebrate 'Homecoming' the first Sunday in November.

I love this time of year as the season changes right before our eyes with a beautiful canvas of fall foliage; bugs are no longer a hindrance when we venture outside and the most important holiday season is upon us; Thanksgiving and Christmas.




Tuesday, October 28, 2014


Have You Ever Eaten A 17 Layer Chocolate Cake?

In my family, when someone's birthday rolls around, my mom always bakes a cake for them and for her grandchildren, she always bakes them something extra special.  A chocolate cake.  But it's no ordinary cake.  Her cakes always have more than 15 layers.  One year at Christmas she made one that was 27 layers and it was weeks before she cleaned up all the leftover chocolate fingerprints from my young nephew.  The one pictured here is 17 layers that she had baked for my son who turned 15 today and as you can see; the family has really enjoyed it! All my mom's hard work and effort is a reminder that as an aspiring writer; the amount of effort I put into my work is the amount of satisfaction I will receive in return.  
When I look at the picture of my mama's seventeen layer cake, I don't think of the cake itself, I think of the layers of my manuscript that make up the chapters.  I think of the layers that make up the characters and the journeys they will take to get to where they want to be, or go.  But no matter what I do in life, each step I take is a layer for me to reach my goal!

Sunday, October 26, 2014

WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS; WHAT DO YOU DO?




Let's face it; whenever we are trying our hardest and best to succeed in full-filling our life long dream; life throws curve balls at us and instead of us reaping rewards for our hard work, instead we get lemons!  But instead of throwing those perfectly sour and tart lemons back at life; (and you know I'm not the only one who has thought of doing that), we should instead make lemon-aide.  Yes, that old cliche and why not?  Our dreams are still as vivid and stronger than ever before; we just have to figure out how to get there.  By making lemon-aide, we take a step back, and reevaluate the situation from a different viewpoint.  Bottom line is we can't give up no matter what.  Maybe life throwing us lemons was a sign that we need to take a break and spend time with family or maybe it was a hint that we need to take a break from pushing ourselves so hard in our writing.  Fall is upon us; the weather is nice, if life has thrown you some lemons lately; make that lemon-aide and enjoy a glass on your front porch, or where ever you can and be all the more determined as you think things through to get back on track!

Thursday, October 16, 2014


HOPE:

Commitment, honesty and forever.  That's what we think of when we think of marriage.

While I was editing and polishing up on my first novel, 'A Sister's Love', I became frustrated that it wasn't coming together like I wanted.  Taking heed to what a coworker advised me, I put my manuscript down to give myself a break, but instead I got an idea for another book.  I titled it, 'When There's Hope for Tomorrow'.
The main character Hope, discovers that what she thought was the truth wasn't.  As I worked on my new manuscript, I tried to stay focused on making my story an inspiration for others.  What I failed to realize was that my manuscript was also an inspiration for me.  Hope.  Hope that I'll gain the interest of others in my writing, hope that an literary agent will like what I write.  So as you go about your day, take note of the ordinary things in your life that gives you that hope.











Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Knowing When Opportunity Is Knocking:

Being a writer is more than just writing.  It's knowing that you must always put your family and your responsibilities first, it's knowing when to stop and give yourself a break; even if you think the chapter is nowhere finished and it's knowing that you have to take that giant step and start promoting yourself.  As I've mentioned before, I've been hesitate about this blogging business.  To be honest it makes me feel vulnerable and I'm putting myself out there in the public eye.  Just this past week, I was talking to a dear friend and promoter of my first book, 'A Sister's Love' about my dilemma of blogging.  She laughed at me and replied, "Really Rebecca?  You put yourself out there when you wrote 'A Sister's Love.'  So, this past weekend I have come to terms that I must do as my main character Flo did in my book; I must grab the bull by the horn and show him who is boss.  Besides, I think I hear opportunity knocking at my door!      

Sunday, October 5, 2014

     To be a writer; one must have a passion for it, a need like you need sleep, food and water, at least it is for me.  For the past six years, I have associated eating with having my laptop or manuscript next to my plate and some nights I actually fall asleep with my laptop and manuscript beside me in bed.  But the hardest part for me is when I get behind in my chores and gardening.  When I'm in that creative mood and all I want to do is write, which seems to be every waking moment, in the back of my mind I'm arguing with myself that there are chores needing to be done, projects that need to be finished and heaven help me when the holidays are near I never seem to have enough of time for anything.
     I've tried to make a daily chore chart, setting aside certain days to do designated chores.  But while it looked good on paper, it didn't work out as I had planned.  So instead, I've resulted in trying to multi-task and when I'm not, I feel like I'm a slacker.  I'm always caring a small tablet for a 'to do' list and another for ideas that I may get for my manuscript.  And no matter how much I get done on my 'to do' list; I'm always asking myself, "Could I have gotten more done?"  I answer myself with a "yes," but in reality it's no.  I was once told that sometimes in life in order to move forward, one must slow down.  Sounds silly, but it actually works when your stressed to the point that you don't know if your coming or going.
 

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Hello everyone & Welcome to my Blog:

My name's Rebecca Owens and I'm from a small, southern town in North Carolina called Pembroke. Some of you may be familiar with The University of North Carolina at Pembroke.  As I sit in my swing on my front porch, I struggle with what to write.  I won't lie; I've had this blog now over a year and I've been intimated by it.  Why?, you may ask?  Well for starters, it's easy for me to write stories, but it's not so easy for me to blog.  A friend told me to blog about what interest me.  I laughed and told them that I could blog about sitting on my front porch in peace and quiet, about gardening or about eating a plate of fried chicken, collards, corn from my freezer and fried corn bread.  "No", I was told.  Write about your passion, writing.  So here I am, blogging or at least attempted to blog about the one thing I constantly think about: writing.    

 Before I go any further I want to thank God for allowing me to accomplish the one thing that has meant so much to me.  Below is the cover of my first book, 'A Sister's Love', a Christian Romance, that was published in April 2013.  I was so excited when I received my first copy in the mail that I danced around living room all silly while my husband and kids looked on.  But all that excitement in no way, amount to the six years of buckets of tears, balls of frustration and disappointed moments where my finger hoovered over the delete button on my laptop as I asked myself over and over, What am I doing?  Am I kidding myself?  

In the span of three years, I received a total of 298 rejection letters from potential literary agents across the US who told me repeatedly that my story wasn't marketable and it wasn't a good story line.  As I read those e-mails, one after another I would get angry and with that anger I would work on my manuscript with gusto; until I hit rock bottom with depression that lasted for weeks.  I would cry going to work; cry driving home from work.  I joined a gym and I would cry as I walked on the treadmill.  And I'm not a person who cries very easily; never have been.  

In 2009, I attended my first writer's conference were I was introduced to self-publishing.  It was an avenue I didn't want to travel, didn't want to explore, and as rejection e-mails kept coming in, I stood my ground that I wanted a traditional publisher.  Finally in 2012, I swallowed my stubbornness and started doing some intensive research.  The end result, I self published.  Some may say that I gave up, or that I gave in, but on the contrary.

What better way to show someone that you believe in Yourself, in Your dreams, when no one else does?


Two North Carolinian sisters, Flo and Priscilla Oxendine are entangled in a web of betrayal, grief and loss that has span over the time of ten years.  The entanglement started when the sisters become estranged after Priscilla did the unthinkable and betrayed Flo.  Nine months later, Priscilla dropped another bomb shell or two after Flo had begun to rebuild her life.

Jack Winston, Priscilla's New York attorney and friend, has been given the chore of calling her family late one autumn night with sad news of her accident.  In search of Priscilla's family contact information, he finds a forgotten two-year old letter asking him to agree to an arrangement with Flo that knocks him off his feet.  

SNEAK PEAK OF 'A SISTER'S LOVE'

     “Jack,” Priscilla whispered swaying just a bit, “I need you to keep something for me.  One is for you and the other is for Flo, my sister.”  Priscilla barged in, brushing past Jack without a thought that he may have had guests for the evening.
     Jack released a low groan.  Priscilla was drunk again.  She staggered into the living room and fell haphazardly on the sofa.  Shaking his head, he closed the door and went into the kitchen to start a very strong pot of coffee.  It was going to be a very long evening.
     “Where are the twins?” Jack asked, keeping his frustration with Priscilla in check.  Was it too much to ask for a quiet evening or an uninterrupted weekend with no e-mails, faxes, phones and certainly no clients?   The past week had been filled with all the drama he could handle from stubborn and non-negotiable clients.   
     Priscilla stumbled to the kitchen bar and propped her elbow on Jack’s broad shoulder.  “Oh, they’re over at Abby’s”, she rolled her eyes and wiggled her fingers in the air.  “Have you had a hard day, Jack?  You really should learn to leave work at work and have some fun.  You’re still young and as handsome as ever,” she patted his chest with emphasis.  “You should be out having a good time or enjoying the evening with your wife.  Why aren’t you married anyway?”  Priscilla raised her eye brow at him. Her words stretched out and she waived her hands in the air dramatically.  She had a tendency to do that when she had been drinking. 
     Jack avoided her gaze while he listened to her ramble on.  He wasn’t going to justify her noisy questions with an answer.  That topic was off limits for discussion and if he answered her, she would be here all night talking a whole lot, about a whole lot of nothing.


I hope you will continue the journey with me as I put the final touches on 'When There's Hope for Tomorrow' and complete 'A Family's Love - Noel's Story'. 

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