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Book release

Posted by Donna Dawson on June 27, 2014 at 1:30 PM Comments comments (0)

Tada! As promised 'Between Heaven and Earth' is officially released to the public. Buy it here and I'll sign it for you. Great for summer reading.

 

 

 

 

New Book on the Horizon

Posted by Donna Dawson on March 25, 2014 at 8:10 AM Comments comments (3)

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All you wonderful readers who have asked me when my next book is coming out--well I can now say--very soon. I thought you might like to have a look at the cover. I'm excited about this one. It's very much unlike my typical suspense novel.

 

Carmen McGuinty--pastor's daughter--is a rebel of the highest degree. When her joy ride with drug dealer Zach Tarquez ends in a collision, Carmen finds herself in a place somewhere between earth and eternity. Her journey with the angel Malakh reveals much about her life as it is and how she will cope with the scars of her folly.

 

 

 

My Current Work

Posted by Donna Dawson on March 10, 2014 at 8:15 AM Comments comments (4)

 Ruth's blog hop

 

I just finished a novel entitled 'Between Heaven and Earth'. If you are interested in reading a portion of it and voting on it I invite you to go to the authonomy.com website at http://authonomy.com/books/47952/between-heaven-and-earth/

 

Carmen McGuinty is a pastor's kid with attitude. She hates that her dad is so involved with the church. She connects with the local drug dealer in spite of warnings from her childhood friend Dalton Penner. When the drug dealer causes a car accident, Carmen finds herself in a place between Heaven and earth. In her comatose state she faces who she really is. It isn't pretty.

 

I hope this has given you enough to make you want to visit the authonomy page.

 

Advice I'd Give a Newbie

Posted by Donna Dawson on February 24, 2014 at 7:10 AM Comments comments (1)

February 24 - Advice I'd give a Newbie Writer

 

Ruth Snyder's Blog Hop

 

Don't write a thing until you have taken courses! New writers often bulldoze ahead, slapping words and phrases down on paper, calling them stories, like a child slaps fistfuls of mud onto a slab of cardboard and calls it meat pie. Is the pie edible? Possibly. Is it palatable? If you are an earthworm.

 

New writers are so in love with the idea of writing they often toss aside the foundations of writing just to get their ideas on page. Is it wrong? No but it certainly can be a waste of time.

 

Learn first! The child who scribbles numbers across a page assuming it is a complex algebraic solution is no less overzealous then the writer who spews streams of words without first learning what holds them together in spell-binding story craft.

 

When the writer learns the importance of phrase sequence, plot, sub-plot, characterization, setting, grammar, ebb and flow of theme—when that is absorbed through the osmosis of education—then the writer can truly offer their gift.

 

Character Sketch of my Hero

Posted by Donna Dawson on February 11, 2014 at 12:20 AM Comments comments (5)

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February 10 - Character Sketch of My Hero

 

It's difficult to describe my hero because I've never actually seen him but I can give you his attributes. He is stern when needed and gentle the rest of the time. He loves without question even when I hurt him. He doesn't see me as a servant or a female or a Canadian or white. He sees me as a reflection of himself—a tainted reflection. He ignores the taint and loves me as though I am perfect. He forgives me each time I fail him which is sometimes moment by moment. He offers me advice when I need it and gives me comfort when no one else can. He holds my hand in the darkness and guides me into bright sunshine.

 

I don't know his hair colour or the shade of his irises. I can't tell you how tall he is; whether he strides through a room or saunters. I can't tell you much about his actual being other than his name but I have no doubt that Jesus loves me. He is my hero.

 

Writing Tools I Use

Posted by Donna Dawson on January 26, 2014 at 10:20 PM Comments comments (7)

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My greatest writing tool is my computer. I have the world sitting in a box waiting for me to access it if I need. It allows me to accumulate information—research—so my stories can be accurate. It allows me to fly through thoughts, transferring them to files before they skitter away from me.

 

Then there is my solitude. People assume that a person who spends much time alone is not healthy. It's pretty hard to write a book when the social calendar is full. I need places where I can go to ponder, to allow my imagination free rein, to sift through plots and subplots.

 

My final, most important, writing tool is a note pad complete with pen. I'm sure if the average person found my scribblings they would wonder if I had ever learned the English language in the first place. The note pad can contain full sentences but rarely does. Usually it is a word or three—just enough to trigger my memory. The reader of that note page might see a list: nose, flared, bent, bridge like hawk's beak. Just enough stuff there to give me a picture—refresh my initial line of thought.

 

 

Blind Stubbornness

Posted by Donna Dawson on January 15, 2014 at 7:55 AM Comments comments (2)

I saw him as a red blur from the corner of my eye.  I was supposed to be focusing on the music swelling around me--songs of praise, triumph and love.  The cardinal's crimson flash shattered my determination in the single flick of a pinion and I turned my head to marvel.  His ruddy plumage contrasted the alabaster crystals dusting the dead and crumbling blooms of the butterfly bush outside the window.  A growing wind gripped their spindled arms and waved them in mimicry of the puppeteer's command.  The cardinal flitted again hopping from one branch to another.  Ebony eyes peered through the glass studying the strange sight of this large room filled with voices lifted in song.  As though keen to join in the chorus--to perhaps show us all what true song is--he leapt.  The small body thudded against invisible glass sending a ripple of shock and vibration through rumpled feathers.  He found his perch again.  Cocking his head from side to side he studied the unseen barrier and leapt again.  The results were the same. 

 

I watched as the cardinal jumped over and over again and my mind screamed at him to wait!  To let me open the window so he could join in the praise!  I didn't move.  No one would thank me for letting the bird find its freedom in the chaos of noise and bodies.  The bird didn't understand that the song would cease upon his entrance, replaced by the scurrying and reaching of hands to shoo this visitor back into the cold.

 

I thought about how alike we were--are.  I come to the edge of what I think I need--what I want.  An invisible hand restrains me.  I see and hear what I think is beauty--what I should have--and I leap at it--fighting the hand that keeps me from the chaos and the grasping fingers.  I don't understand.  I get angry.  I persist in my stubbornness and I slam against his will again and again--and again.  I lose sight of the bruises I cause.  I push through the pain of displaced plumage.  I persist in spite of a growing awareness that I will never succeed in going to a place He will not allow me to find.

 

It takes the wisdom of a fellow worshipper to bring resolution.  He draws the blind--blocks out the view--opens the bird's eyes to barrier and the stubborn, beautiful cardinal becomes aware of what has kept him from his goal.  He takes flight and leaves us--turning his back on that which is harmful to him. 

 

I am grateful for a God who sets the barriers in place and when I persist in my stubbornness, he draws the blinds.

Personal Writing Goals for 2014

Posted by Donna Dawson on January 7, 2014 at 3:20 PM Comments comments (13)

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Writing has always been easy for me. It should be. Any gift God gives should feel easy to do. Does that mean I shouldn't work at it? Just the opposite. When God gives a gift it is with the intention of using it for his glory.

 

I like to use the example of the Queen of England. Perhaps she has read one of your stories and has decided she likes your writing. Her personal assistant contacts you and gives you guidelines for a topic about which the Queen would like you to write. Do you slap something together? Probably not. Most likely you would sweat for hours over each word; each punctuation mark; each subtle innuendo.

 

For 2014 I have decided to set the goal for myself to write best. It's easy to try to write better. I want to write best and not just for those who read what I write. I want to write best for the One who gave me the gift to write. I want every letter to glorify Him who created each one.

 

Day Seven

Posted by Donna Dawson on January 7, 2014 at 2:20 PM Comments comments (1)

YHVH.  Three letters combined out of the Hebrew alphabet which, when put in order, reveal the most powerful name ever.  Some call him Jehovah.  It is a mispronunciation.  Each letter has significance.  All are what are know as 'consonental vowels'.  There are only three in the Hebrew alphabet.  Three letters which can be both consonent and vowel.  Three letters totally complete.  But it goes deeper. 

 

The first letter is a 'yod'.  It is either a silent vowel or a 'y' sound as in 'young' consonent.  Yod is the building block for the other letters.  It can be found tucked somewhere in the construction of its siblings.  In Hebrew study, the Yod represents the omnipresence of God.  How fitting that it should be the first letter in keys words such as YHVH, Yeshuah, Yerushalayem--all words deeply connected with God. 

 

Then we have the next letter 'hey'.  As a vowel it can be silent.  As a consonent it can give the 'h' sound.  As a significant letter, it describes the divine breath but also can indicate gender when used in a name.  When Abram became Abraham it was with the letter 'hey'. 

 

Then we have 'vav'.  A breath spoken as a vowel, it becomes a 'v' sound as a consonent.  Vav has a meaning of connectiveness.  The letter itself is used to refer to the hooks used to hang the tabernacle curtains.  How significant that it should be placed between the two 'hey's in The Name. 

 

The final 'hey' is the female 'hey'.  This letter, used at the end of the name, gives a feminine touch.  So Sarai became Sarah.  When put all together in that one powerful Name, we can begin to see a picture of the 'image of God'. 

 

The Great Builder--the 'Yod' of all things shows God's power and presence and eternal supremacy.  The two 'hey's linked by the 'vav' show us that both man and women are made in the image of God and linked together in an inseparable glorification of Him. 

 

YHVH.  The Name.  Unchanging.  Unchangeable.  And we are made in that image. 

Day Six

Posted by Donna Dawson on January 3, 2014 at 8:05 AM Comments comments (0)

The thermometer plunges to a crispy minus 20 and I huddle into my winter gear.  Even the dog has more common sense and watches from the kitchen window, offering a panting laugh.  But the fires must be fed.  So I gather the wood.  I think about fire and its properties as I clip small twigs from felled branches.  They will be kindling--the first sup that gives life to the flame.  I ponder.  How can something which consumes so violently and completely be of such value--a necessity of life.

 

Snip.  Snip.  I clip more twigs.  Christmas has just passed and my mind reaches for the parallel.  How could such a tiny baby become the flaming torch to light humanity.  I stand there, a fist full of future fire.  Did Mary look upon her infant and think about the future fire? 

 

The bin fills and again my mind journeys.  We are like those twigs--we who walk in the footsteps of the child of Bethlehem.  If we are willing to be consumed by the flame, we become the catalyst for a mighty raging fire. 

 

There are those who say they love the fire but do nothing to keep it kindled.  They talk about the fire and live as though the fire is the source of light but they don't lift a finger to aid in its growth.  There are those who have rejected the fire believing it doesn't exist and are surprised when it sweeps over them.  There are those who know the fire--know its warmth and comfort--know its power and supremacy.  They will feed the fire and share it with others. 

 

That baby--that God-child--Yeshua--Jesus--was a single light on a dark night--a brief flicker of spark against a small group of souls hungry for hope's kindling.  He grew because he was fed from the Source--because he was the Source--and spread across the nations, lighting the darkness of all souls willing to draw near. 

 

Will you kindle and keep the fire burning?  Will I?  It's a choice.


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