Okay, so the sad news is that our marvelous Lucy (Lucette) Nel has decided to step down from partnering with Quills and Inkblotts. She has been such an asset and a blessing to our blog. We are incredibly saddened, but incredibly supportive of her choice. She's learned over fourteen faithful months of blogging with us, that blogging is increasingly becoming more of a burden than a blessing in her life. While we will truly miss the fun, spunky voice of hers, we understand. We want her to be able to focus more intently on her other projects and we wish her well in her future writing endeavors!
The happy news. :)
We have the pleasure of introducing not one but TWO new blogging partners to Quills and Inkblotts. Lucy's shoes were SO BIG to fill we had to take on two new people to fill her place. :)
Put your hands together and give a warm welcome to Nicki Bishop and Lani Forbes!
Lani
Nicki
We will have them introduce themselves here soon. I know they're both going to be a huge blessing on our blog.
ALSO...(drumroll please) we have a SURPRISE coming your way. Jebraun has something up her sleeve that she's been diligently working on. We can't wait to reveal it to you soon!
Sarah Delena White's cover reveal is here, and it's so lovely!
Here's a little peek into the story of Halayda:
Back Cover Copy:
A mortal alchemist. A faerie king. A bond that transcends death.
Betrayed by a trusted mentor, Sylvie Imanthiya hides on the fringes of society, caring for half-fae orphans and trading her alchemical creations on the black market. She lives for the one night each season when she can see her dearest friend—a man whose destiny is far above hers.
King Taylan Ashkalabek knows better than to exchange halayda vows with a mortal. Even their friendship is a risk; love is an impossible dream. Then a brutal alchemical attack poisons his realm, unearthing a dark power within him—and leaving Sylvie with the ancient mark of Faerie’s savior.
Manifesting unpredictable abilities and aided by allies with their own secrets, Sylvie and Taylan journey into the wilds of Faerie to heal the damage and confront Casimir, an invincible star-fae determined to claim the realm as his own. But only their enemy knows Sylvie’s true capabilities—and Taylan’s weaknesses—and how to use them in his vicious schemes. Her fate is life. His fate is death. With Faerie in the balance, Sylvie and Taylan must stand together before reality as they know it is destroyed.
Author Bio:
Sarah Delena White is a vagabond on a never-ending quest for truth, beauty, and really good lattes. She writes eclectic fantasy with complex characters, rich world-building, and a fine balance of poetry and snark. When she’s not writing or editing, she can be found making jewelry, singing Irish ballads, and working a variety of odd jobs. She occasionally remembers to eat and sleep, because those things are apparently important. She also loves chickens.
My spouse is probably more romantic than I am. Honestly.
He’s the one bringing home the flowers. He’s the one who remembers our
anniversary every year when I can’t keep the date in my head. He’s the one who
bought me a pager when we were dating and declared when we send the number 333
to each other that meant “I love you”. It also became our favorite time of the
day. At 3:33 PM every day we would try to page each other, just to let each
other know we were thinking about one another. We even got married at 3:33PM.
Still to this day, fifteen years of marriage, eighteen years of knowing each
other later, if I spot 3:33 on the clock I will glance up and see if he’s
noticed too. He usually has.
My husband is the one who “gave” me a song when we were
dating and used to lip read the words to me when it played. He’s the one who
found a more grown-up song when we got older and needed a more mature song.
He’s the one who turns the song on when I’m grumpy and comes over and
slow-dances with me in the kitchen. It never fails to improve my mood
significantly.
He’s the one that hates instituted holiday’s like
Valentine’s Day, (Hallmark Holiday, anyone?) because he’s supposed to get me stuff. He rebels and won’t buy me flowers ON
Valentines because he’s going to stick it to the man. No one can tell him when
to buy his wife flowers. Instead he does it the week before or the week after.
In his older age, he usually brings me a box of chocolate on the actual
holiday. His resolve is slowly weakening, it seems. I don’t mind.
He’s also the man who used to suffer from a frequent horrible temper.
Or maybe I should say, I was the one who suffered. When we married young, he
hadn’t learned self-control or coping mechanisms to deal with life. It effected
our marriage severely for many years. Within time, we decided we both wanted a
better marriage and both of us set our minds to fix the mess we’d made of it.
I was angry. Hurt. After years of struggle, I was done with
it. I wanted something better. But first he had to suffer like I had. Chad knew
he had messed up. And messed up bad. But he was determined to make it right.
For about two whole years I was mean to him. Downright nasty. I wanted him to
feel the pain he had caused me for so long. And instead of being mean back, he
controlled himself. He took it like a man. And he LOVED ME THROUGH IT. I was
mean. He was nice. He continued being nice even though I definitely didn’t
deserve it.
I don’t remember who bought the Love Dare book, but somehow
it ended up in our home. My husband decided to do the Love Dare challenge on
me. He didn’t tell me what he was doing but within the course of the month, I’m
pretty sure I figured it out. He was determined to heal our marriage and set
things right. I don’t remember details of that month, but I know by the end of
it, I was feeling the love. I knew our marriage had a chance.
Eventually when I realized he really had changed, I knew I
needed to change too. I had gotten my anger out. I was guilty as well. It
wasn’t just him as the bad guy anymore. I was the bad guy too. Now I had to
make things right. I had to let God take our marriage and mold it into His
marriage. This wasn’t just about us anymore. We were going to put God in the
middle and keep Him there from now on.
All that being said, I think the most romantic thing he’s
ever done for me is simply let me heal. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy. He
knew he would have to die to self-daily. But he knew what needed to be done and
did it. That, my friends, is sacrifice. And sacrifice is the most romantic kind
of love there is.
With Valentines Day coming up here fast, what is one way you can show your spouse or loved one that they are cherished and adored? Tell us in the comments below.
Not long ago it was warm and full of furniture. My chair in the corner, my bookcase, my favorite knickknacks here and there. Now it's harsh, bare, and blindingly white. The sound of our footsteps ricochet off the hard surfaces. It's a good visual metaphor for how my writing life, once rich and productive, has felt for the past 6 months or so. I really wanted 2016 to be THE YEAR. The year I would finish tinkering with my manuscript and begin to query in earnest. The year I would go to conference. The year I would finally feel comfortable calling myself a writer. It was not THE YEAR. Nothing I planned has come to fruition. It was not laziness or lack of passion, dedication, purpose, or prayer. It was a surprise; an unexpected and unwelcome interruption. Midway through 2016, while visiting family during our summer travels, sitting around the morning campfire with mugs of coffee in our hands, my husband received a message from his battalion back home: You're on orders to report to Korea in February, 2017. It was still months away, but I could rarely think of anything else. The days were taken up entirely with doctor appointments, health screenings, vet appointments, transportation appointments, passport appointments, organizing, categorizing, disposing, packing, calling, emailing, researching, and preparing my extended family and my kids for our international move. If there were a couple hours left at the end of the day, I spent them brain dead in front of the tv, not writing. It's been overwhelming. Though I resisted it for a time, my writing life eventually screeched to a lurching stop. Now writing just feels like something I used to do. A lump rises in my throat when I think of my crooked little flashdrive, that fragile keeper of my stories, which laid neglected on the desk so long there was a film of dust on it when I picked it up the day the movers came to box up the computer. This interruption to my plans for 2016 is bitter. I thought I had all year to ping away at the keyboard in writing obscurity. I was so comfortable in that place, so hopeful God would do something with it eventually, if I just stayed faithful to the task. Now that my world feels so upended, so chaotic, so riddled with uncertainty, it's difficult to foresee a time when it won't be. I know intellectually this part will pass. I can look at the calendar and count the days until we hand over the keys to our house, until we board the plane, until we arrive in Korea. And when the days pass, what then? Will it be as simple as clicking on the monitor and loading the document? Will my affection for these characters I've created over 5 years come rushing back to me? Will my passion for the story I wish to tell drive me once again to do the work even when no one else sees what I'm doing? God knows every answer to these questions and the ones I haven't even thought of, and yes, there is a measure of comfort in that. But it doesn't lessen the sting of having my perfectly good plans thwarted. It doesn't dull the ache that settles into my body during this time of treading water. What keeps my churning legs from turning to lead and pulling me under? What keeps me thinking and writing--even now--when I'm tired and uncertain when a life preserver will be tossed out, or if I will even recognize it? One word. One teeny little 3 letter word. Arguably the most important word in scripture. BUT We were sinners, Paul tells us in Ephesians, BUT Christ died for us. We were by nature children of wrath, BUT God is rich in mercy. We were dead in our trespasses, BUT we are alive together with Christ. Solomon taught the same theme in Proverbs.
"Many are the plans in the mind of a man, BUT it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand." Proverbs 19:21
These scriptures are like honey which sweetens the bitterness of hiatus. Don't you see? My 2016 didn't turn out how I planned, BUT GOD'S PLAN IS BETTER. My writing work didn't come to fruition...again, BUT the freedom and fluidity of this writing life has allowed me to pause in my work and be all here for my family during this time of transition. I won't get to attend conference for 2 more years while I'm out of the country, BUT there has never been an easier time to stay connected with writers all over the world. There is something exhilarating about being swept up in plans not of your making and knowing this is God's doing. There is friction, I admit, as you accept the change in course, but friction can be a beautiful thing, as Sinclair Ferguson teaches.
So not only am I trusting God in this hiatus, I'm thanking Him for it, for all the ways I will grow in holiness when these days have passed, and life feels normal again, and the monitor has been clicked on, and, God-willing, my writing life resumes. 2017 may not be THE YEAR for me either, and that's okay. I will do the work, and pray for fruit with open hands, praising God for his better plan which will prevail.
I really enjoyed Fantastic Beasts. I’m not even a Harry
Potter fanatic. But I knew I wanted to see this movie, and I’m so glad I did. I
didn’t know anything about it and barely anything about the Harry Potter universe yet I was in the movie theater on opening day. That rarely happens. I
usually wait a few months until the movie goes to the cheapie theaters, or until it comes out on Redbox and rent it. But for whatever reason, I
dragged my son with me that Friday morning. (He doesn’t have
school on Friday’s. Don’t worry, we weren’t playing hooky) I couldn't get enough. A few weeks later I took my other son too.
I had absolutely no expectations for this movie and really
didn’t know what it was going to be about. I just knew it had something to do
with the Potterverse and the World of Wizarding. The funny thing is, I wasn’t
even allowed to watch or read Harry Potter when I was growing up. Magic was
limited to strictly Disney faerie tales, and even that was slightly frowned
upon. I grew up in the early 80’s/late 90’s when conservative Christian families
were quite legalistic about any and all things magic related. Thank God,
now-a-days I can let my kids have an imagination without getting too much flak
from church culture.
Back to the movie. My very favorite characters were
Jacob the No-Mag and Credence. If anyone came away from watching Fantastic Beasts
DIS-liking Jacob, I would be shocked. He’s an extremely likable guy.
Seriously, every one of his scenes was a pleasure to behold. Throughout
the movie it's very clear he’s supposed to be the likable guy. They
never fail to deliver. You just want to pinch his cheeks, tuck him into your
pocket and take him home. Delightful. He’s your Average Joe: hard worker, but
wants to skip the daily grind, and aim for his passions instead. His dream is to be a
baker. He likes donuts and pastries and --oh my word-- I wanted to
reach out and eat the pastries he made right off the screen. Yummy. Every scene
with him you knew there was going to be roaring laughter involved. And I’m
talking the audience, not on screen.
Now on to Credence. Credence is not in many scenes
with Jacob. He’s pretty much the opposite of him. He’s a sort of
antagonist, but not exactly. Ezra Miller did an excellent job on this intriguing character. He was dark, moody, and you wanted to
hug him and show compassion for him, but trip him on the playground too. I
don’t know how to explain this character other than massively complicated.
J.K. Rowling is brilliant. And I know everyone else knew that, but I’m just
discovering it. WOW is she great at character building. And world building, but
that goes without saying. I mean, Harry Potter, come on.
Credence lives with a woman who you assume is his
mother, (later you find out, she’s simply taken him in as an act of goodwill)
who is what you might call a religious fanatic. This was the one and only part
that bothered me in the movie. I can’t stand it when movies make fun of
Christianity or other religions. However, in this case they made it ‘appear’ to
be religious fanaticism, but ended up not really being about religion at all.
Just a woman on a mission to eliminate witches. The Second Salemers, they were
called. (Salem witch trials, anyone?)
Credence and his two younger ‘sisters’ lived under the abusive
thumb of this woman. They probably felt they owed her because she provided
shelter and food for them. She had managed to psychologically damage all the kids to
such extent that they no longer had a sense of self and had to suppress who
they really were. This of course leads to some very explosive behavior once
Credence decides he’s not going to put up with it anymore. Out of respect for
those who haven’t seen it, I won’t say any spoilers beyond that. But I can tell
you that there is a very interesting lesson to be learned here.
Suppressing who you really are can be massively damaging. I’m not saying this
to promote sinful lifestyles at all.
But if you look at the heart of it, you’ll
find such a heart-wrenching story. A story of a boy, who just wants to be loved
and accepted, and sadly fails to find either. Even the one he trusts the most
ends up turning him away and discarding him like a “nobody”. We should always reach
out and help those in abusive situations and strive to make those around us
feel loved and accepted. You’ll never know who needs it badly and who will
remember you for it.
That being said, I want to end on a positive note. It was
such a well done movie. I cannot stop thinking about it. Characters, dialogue,
world-building, everything. So perfect. The humor balanced out the darkness. The
angst balanced out the frivolity. It was a pure pleasure to watch. This is one
I’ll be buying for sure.
What was YOUR favorite movie of 2016? Tell us in the comments below.
2017 is here! Another year. A fresh beginning. A clean start. To adapt a quote from Anne Shirley: isn't it nice to think we have 365 new days with no mistakes in them yet?
In many ways, 2016 was a good year for me. While I don't usually make resolutions, I've developed the habit of choosing one word to reflect my hopes and longings for the year. I don't see the full implications of the word until the year closes and--looking back--I'm usually amazed at the results. Last year's word was 'thrive' and it proved to be an apt description. Amazing things happened--many unexpected--and I witnessed firsthand the blessings of God in a way I've never experienced before. But I've also been challenged in the last few months, losing sight of many victories as an old enemy named Fear tried to dominate my thoughts. I became overwhelmed with mistakes (real and imagined) I've made and couldn't see a way forward. It was awful! I got so consumed with the things I'd done wrong, with my mistakes, with things I wished I'd done differently, that I lost motivation in many areas of my life. However, I finally feel like I'm starting to climb out of the paralyzing pit of despair that had gripped me.
via GIPHY I'd rather not dwell on what got me there in the first place but want to focus on what got me out. The short version is I remembered the goodness of God. He's been soooo faithful to me through my whole life, but I somehow forgot that He will be in my future too. And not simply in my future as a passive bystander, but actively making it bigger and better and brighter. One of my favourite verses from Psalm 27:13 reminds me of this exact truth.
I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.
This tells me that God doesn't confine Himself to making things good somewhere out in the nebulous future we sometimes call 'heaven.' Nope. God is in the here and the now and is causing all things to work together for good and if it isn't good yet, well...it isn't over. As I reflected on this bold declaration earlier this week, I had to tell myself (again!) that the future is not something to dread, but rather something to embrace. And so I've found my word for 2017: Expect. This doesn't mean I'm projecting unrealistic expectations on myself or on others. No, I'm finished with that sort of thing. Instead it means I have a hopeful optimism for what will happen. I'm not going to live in fear of the future, I don't want my joy to be stolen away by the unknown. I'm going to expect the goodness of the Lord to go before me into the new year and beyond. Happy New Year from all of us at Quills and Inkblotts. It's going to be a great one!
What about you? Do you make New Year's resolutions? Write down goals? Choose one word? Let us know in the comments below! We love hearing from you.
