Wednesday, December 24, 2014

I'LL DO IT WHEN.....


Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. It's amazing to think another year is almost over and my old friend, procrastination, is still haunting me. Sure, we make plans and resolutions to do better, get better or just be better. Then we feel guilty for not following through.

Sometimes, we need a good scare to set us on a new path. After some scary lab reports, I've made more of an effort to exercise and lay off the sugar. Both have been difficult, but the results are worth it. Shin splints, a pulled calf muscle and cravings for anything sweet not withstanding.

The exercise thing fits into the category of "I'll do it when the weather is nice." I live in Texas, we seldom have perfect outdoor walking weather. But, I have a nice recreation center full of machines and a covered pool. And cheap. No more excuses.

My writing had been another victim to the "I'll do it when..." excuse. For years, I was involved in our RWA chapter's contest. It consumed a lot of my time.  My writing took a hit because I told myself, I'll do it when the contest is over.This year, I turned it over to someone else so that excuse is no longer valid.

Thanks to my critique partners, my writing is progressing and, hopefully, improving. There are days when I think, I'll sit down and write after I clean the house or I'll do it when I'm not so busy.

All this means is that I'm stuck on a plot twist and avoiding the empty page on the computer. Time to say, I'll do it NOW!

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Merry Texas Christmas! By Joan Reeves

I love to cook, but I don't do it often now that all the kids are grown and gone. So when the holidays roll around, I embrace the chance to cook. A lot.

I make pralines, bake cakes and cookies, put together hot appetizers and treats for a couple of parties, and also make gifts for neighbors and friends from my kitchen.

I learned the art of cooking from generations of small town southern cooks. Just about all my books are set in Texas or Louisiana—many of them in small towns because I write what I know, and I know these women. They're funny and smart and have more commonsense than all the politicians in the world.

Cookbooks: Church and Family Genre

Some of the best cooks in the world are these moms, grandmoms, and great grandmoms in small town America. These elderly masters of the culinary arts contribute their mouthwatering recipes to church and family cookbooks.

One of these days I'll have to write about my church and family cookbook collection. The older cookbooks of this genre are jaw-dropping when you read salad recipes where canned fruit, mini-marshmallows, Jello, and Cool Whip figure prominently, not crisp veggies and greens. Unless you count the green Jello in some of the recipes.

Still...

Having said all that, I dare you to eat a spoonful of Watergate Salad or Pink Stuff and say it's not good. Sure, it needs to be listed under dessert, rather than salad, but Pink Stuff, which graced my mom's holiday table every year, was delicious. So was Watergate Salad, the pineapple, pistachio pudding, and Cool Whip concoction that my husband's grandmother made.

In my books, my characters cook too. In a book I'll publish next year, my heroine will be cooking the recipe I share with you today. This holiday favorite in our household is much healthier than the "salads" I mentioned. It's a delicious, hearty bean soup.

Better still, it's a thrifty recipe because it's made from a hambone or leftover ham. I'd be willing to guess that, at some point between Thanksgiving and New Year's Day, just about every household has a ham. Be a smart home chef and freeze the hambone and leftover ham, and you'll be ready to make this soup.

After the holidays, when you want an easy, simple meal, defrost the ham and/or hambone and use one or the other to flavor this warm-your-insides bean soup.

Rancho Reeves Bean Soup

Assemble these dry ingredients:

4 tablespoons dried yellow split peas
4 tablespoons dried green split peas
1/3 cup dried navy beans
1/3 cup dried kidney beans
1/3 cup great northern beans
1/3 cup pinto beans
2 tablespoons dried minced onion
2 ½ teaspoons chicken bouillon granules
½ teaspoon cumin
1/4 teaspoon garlic powder

To Make the Soup

In a 4-quart Dutch oven, add the above dry ingredients and 8 cups of water.

Heat the water and the dry ingredients mixture to boiling. Boil for 2 minutes, then turn the heat off. Cover with the lid and let stand for 1 hour.

Stir in 1 cup sliced carrots and 1 cup chopped celery. Add the ham (either 1 ham bone, the cubed ham, or 2 pounds of ham hocks you buy at the market) and heat to boiling.

Reduce heat, cover, and simmer for about 2 hours or until beans are tender. If I have some corn on hand, I'll drain it and toss that in too.

Skim fat if necessary. If you used a ham bone or ham hocks instead of cubed ham, remove the ham bone or ham hocks. Remove the ham from the bone and cut into bite-sized pieces. Add back into the soup. Heat until bubbling.

Serve with cornbread. Absolutely delicious! At least that's what my guests always say.

Wishing you Joy at Christmas & Every Day of the New Year
Post Script

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Joan Reeves, author of funny, sexy Contemporary Romance Novels, lives her happily ever after with her husband in the Lone Star State. Her books, available as ebooks and audiobooks, all have the underlying theme that is her motto: "It's never too late to live happily ever after." Joan publishes Writing Hacks, a free NL for writers, and WordPlay, a free NL for readers. Find Joan online: Blog * Website * Twitter * and other social media.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Merry Christmas from George! by Paty Jager

It wouldn't be Christmas without a cameo appearance by George our burro. He has such a personality that you can't help but love him. Even if his braying can sometimes drive you to distraction!  He loves kids and they love him.
Merry Christmas!
My husband and I sold our property in Central Oregon where it was getting too populated for us. We moved to our Alfalfa ranch in eastern Oregon. The problem with the move-- we only had a 200 square foot cabin to live in while our house was being built. We've been working on the new house non-stop other than going for supplies. Right now it looks like we'll be in by Christmas. That is my Christmas present this year.

The biggest problem with the move has been how it has interfered with my writing. The good news for readers is I have a mystery series that will be releasing Jan. 10th. The good news for you... It is out in pre-order at a sale price of $0.99.  When it releases the price will go up.

The first novel I wrote was a mystery. It feels right to finally make my way back to writing mysteries. I'm keeping my signature Native American branding with the mystery series. The amateur sleuth is a half Nez Perce potter.

Here is the blurb and the links to pre-order the first Shandra Higheagle Mystery.

Double Duplicity Blurb
On the eve of the biggest art event at Huckleberry Mountain Resort, potter Shandra Higheagle finds herself in the middle of a murder investigation. She’s ruled out as a suspect, but now it’s up to her to prove the friend she witnessed fleeing the scene was just as innocent. With help from her recently deceased Nez Perce grandmother, Shandra becomes more confused than ever but just as determined to discover the truth.

Detective Ryan Greer prides himself on solving crimes and refuses to ignore a single clue, including Shandra Higheagle’s visions. While Shandra is hesitant to trust her dreams, Ryan believes in them and believes in her.

Can the pair uncover enough clues for Ryan to make an arrest before one of them becomes the next victim?



Merry Christmas Everyone!

Paty

Monday, December 8, 2014

#NATIVE AMERICAN #CHRISTMAS

By Mary Adair


The stories I am writing for the Passion’s Series take place in the 1700s and my characters are Cherokee. While researching for my Native American novels I came across some amazing information about Native American celebrations. Before the white man came to their land they had no knowledge of Christian teachings. As the missionaries introduced them to Christian traditions, the Native Americans found that the story of Christmas and Christ’s birth sounded similar to some of their own tribal prophecies and considered the familiarity of the message of Jesus with their own truths handed down by their ancestors.

Many Native Americans in North America did observe a celebration near Christmas time that we call the Winter Solstice. The Winter Solstice is the longest night of the year and falls on December 21-22. It was celebrated in the Americas long before European influence arrived. Different Native American tribes associate different beliefs and rituals with it.

For example, the Hopi tribal celebrations are meant to give aid and direction to the sun which is ready to return and give strength to new life. Their ceremony is called Soyal and lasts for 20 days. During this time there is prayer stick making, purification and other rituals. Soyal is concluded with a rabbit hunt, a great feast, and many blessings.

Hopi Rabbit Hunt

There is a Native American story of a brave named Handsome Fellow. He could be called a Native American Santa. He is a handsome brave who wears white buckskins and brings gifts to Indian children. Other gift bringers come at different times of the year, often in the summertime. What intrigues me the most about the Native American culture is their love for giving. The gift bringing and giving element is always a part of the American Indian culture, whatever the occasion is for a gathering.

I was struck by the words of Looks for Buffalo, an Oglala Sioux spiritual leader, the full-blood Oglala grandson of Chief Red Cloud and White Cow Killer, and a Cheyenne Oglala leader. He explains the meaning of Christmas to the traditional Indian people of the Americas. The following words are his own words:

Painting of Sioux titled
Inspiration For The Spirit
"Traditional American Indians are raised to respect the Christian Star and the birth of the first Indian Spiritual Leader. He was a Star Person and Avatar. His name was Jesus. He was a Hebrew, a Red Man. He received his education from the wilderness. John the Baptist, Moses, and other excellent teachers that came before Jesus provided an educational foundation with the Holistic Method."

"Everyday is our Christmas. Every meal is our Christmas. At every meal we take a little portion of the food we are eating, and we offer it to the spirit world on behalf of the four legged, and the winged, and the two legged. We pray—not the way most Christians pray—but we thank the Grandfathers, the Spirit, and the Guardian Angel."

"The Indian Culture is actually grounded in the traditions of a Roving Angel. The life-ways of Roving Angels are actually the way Indian People live. They hold out their hands and help the sick and the needy. They feed and clothe the poor. We have high respect for the avatar because we believe that it is in giving that we receive."

"We are taught as Traditional children that we have abundance. The Creator has given us everything: the water, the air we breathe, the earth as our flesh, and our energy force: our heart. We are thankful every day. We pray early in the morning, before sunrise, to the morning star, and the evening star. We pray for our relatives who are in the universe that someday they will come. We also pray that the Great Spirit's son will live again."

"To the Indian People Christmas is every day and they don't believe in taking without asking. Herbs are prayed over before being gathered by asking the plant for permission to take some cuttings. An offer of tobacco is made to the plant in gratitude. We do not pull the herb out by its roots, but cut the plant even with the surface of the earth, so that another generation will be born its place."

"It is really important that these ways never be lost. And to this day we feed the elders, we feed the family on Christmas day, we honor Saint Nicholas. We explain to the little children that to receive a gift is to enjoy it, and when the enjoyment is gone, they are to pass it on to another child, so that they, too, can enjoy it. If a child gets a doll, that doll will change hands about eight times in a year, from one child to another."

"Every day is Christmas in Indian Country. Daily living is centered around the spirit of giving and walking the Red Road. Walking the Red Road means making everything you do a spiritual act. If your neighbor, John Running Deer, needs a potato masher; and you have one that you are not using, you offer him yours in the spirit of giving. It doesn't matter if it is Christmas or not."

"If neighbors or strangers stop over to visit at your house, we offer them dinner. We bring out the T-Bone steak, not the cabbage. If we don't have enough, we send someone in the family out to get some more and mention nothing of the inconvenience to our guests. The more one gives, the more spiritual we become. The Christ Consciousness, the same spirit of giving that is present at Christmas, is present every day in Indian Country."

Looks For Buffalo resides on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota and can be contacted at (605)867-5762 or P.O. Box 150, Pine Ridge, SD 57770. He is a contributor to www.ewebtribe.com.

I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas, filled with many blessings and lots of giving.

Photos from Google Commons. 
   

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Holiday Stress-Relief! #Prizes #Books #Secrets @JacquieRogers @AnnWCharles


Website | Pickle Barrel Gazette | Amazon

How to Ease the Strain on Your Pocketbook 
in the Holiday Season

It's here!  Yep, the hustle and bustle of the holiday season has descended upon us like fog on the lake.  Shuck off your shopping boots and plop yourself in front of your computer, because there's nothing to ease your stress like a little fun.  Free stuff doesn't hurt, either.

I nearly forgot about my blog day because I've been sucked into participating or organizing a bazillion Facebook parties, so I'm going to tell you about two of them.  

The first starts today.  You can win gift cards, free books, and some fun swag.  It's the Prairie Rose Publications Christmas Fandango!


Please join Livia Washburn Reasoner, Cheryl Pierson, Kathleen Rice Adams, me, and a bunch more authors December 4th and 6th (not the 5th).  We'll be talking about our holiday plans, our new books, and maybe even throw in a nekkid man-chest or three.  You never know what's gonna happen at these things.  Be ready to win prizes and ask questions or even poke a little fun at these talented authors.


The next event is Ann and Jacquie's Happy Holiday Fiesta - Take Two.  This event is also two separate days--Thursday, December 11th and Saturday, December 13th.  Ann Charles and I are hosting this one and the guest list is secret!!!  But lemme tell you, we'll have the most unique prizes ever. ☺  Join both days - Thursday and Saturday.  You won't wanna miss this awesome party.

Happy Holidays!

How the Texan Stole Christmas
a short story  by Jacquie Rogers in

Excerpt

Winnie found the whole situation awkward. She had to hang on to the rope with one hand, the strap of the bag of toys with the other, and hold up her skirt, too. Only problem was, she didn’t have three hands. The men had heavier loads but then they didn’t have skirts to hold up.

Tucker darted back and forth, as dogs do, but even he slid and fell a few times. Winnie slipped a time or two before she figured out how to keep herself upright, hold the toys, and preserve some modicum of modesty. Judd grunted softly every once in awhile, especially when the steep street inclined even more, and Tucker dashed between them, nearly upending Judd, who shooed him away.

Lulu glanced over her shoulder at Winnie. “Isn’t this a beautiful day? It’s cold, but the sun is shining and the air is clear. Last night’s fireplace smoke has blown away. I love days like this.”

Winnie nodded. “Yes, it’s a very nice day—would be even better if I were bundled up by the stove reading the latest Clara Vance novel.”

“What about you, Mr. Shaw?” Lulu asked.

“Judd.”

“What?”

Web laughed. “He said he wants to be called by his first name. He just don’t use a lot of words sayin’ it.” Lulu slipped and Web caught her before she fell. Winnie stopped while the two ahead got set to rights, Judd beside her. She felt a lot warmer when he was near and since she’d been married before, she knew exactly why. To cover her embarrassment, she adjusted her pack.

In an instant, her feet went out from under her and she knocked Judd off balance, too. She landed on her back, the cold hard ice knocking the wind out of her. Judd fell on top of her with his face buried in her bosom. She couldn’t speak for lack of air and she couldn’t move because he pinned her down.

He lifted his head after a moment. “I’m, uh, sorry.”

Winnie wasn’t sorry at all. No man had had his face on her bosom for a long time, and if she had to choose one to be there, Judd’s would be it.
♥ ♥ ♥
Wild Texas Christmas

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Tuesday, December 2, 2014

ANTICIPATION IS THE BEST PART OF CHRISTMAS

By Caroline Clemmons

It’s here, it’s here, it’s here! December is my favorite time of year. I love the anticipation that leads up to Christmas. Sadly, once the day is finally here, I feel let down. No more anticipation. The tree looks lonely without gifts underneath. Yes, I know it's supposed to be about the "reason for the season" but I can't help thinking of it as a dual holiday. It is a high holy celebration. At the same time, it's a time to celebrate those people in our lives for whom we are thankful.

Today is another story. We have over three weeks of excitement, choosing the perfect gift for everyone. At least, I search for just the right thing for each person.

Last year I made some big mistakes. For instance: I gave a teapot to a one of my critique partners who, as it turns out, hates tea. No wonder she always orders water when we dine out. And I gave Hero a dandy set of fishing pliers that turned out to be for deep sea fishing and he only does fresh water smaller fish. My bad. This year, I aim for better results.



We plan a pretty quiet Christmas at our house this year with only us four. On Christmas Eve, we'll open gifts. Santa still fills our stockings overnight for opening Christmas morning. The custom accelerated years ago when Darling Daughter 2 learned just who filled the stockings.

She was ten going on thirty-five and said, “So let me get this straight. You always knew what you were getting in your stocking?”

“That’s right.” I agreed.

She said, “Well, that’s not fair.”

The next year, my stocking included a set of teapot-shaped holders for used tea bags. She had purchased them at a garage sale in summer and saved them secretly all those months. (I love cups of hot tea and use tea bags.) Since then, she has always wrapped and slipped a gift into my stocking, and the gifts are always special. She still starts shopping in summer for perfect gifts.

Darling Daughter 1 and Hero are more last-minute shoppers, but are gradually shopping earlier and earlier each year. I think both have already completed their gift buying. Darling Daughter 1 has made several of the gifts she gives.

Pretty soon, the other family members followed suit. Now, we add a present to each person’s stocking. We’re big on traditions, so I suppose we’ll continue the stockings as long as Hero and I live. After that, the custom is up to Darling Daughters 1 and 2.  In the meantime, I love the practice.


If possible, we go to Christmas Eve services. By that I mean if we’re not sick and the weather permits. We are all highly allergic and fall is a bad, bad time for our respiratory systems.  If we already have infected sinuses and/or have bronchitis or pneumonia, going into a very crowded sanctuary filled with people wearing perfume of every kind is hard. I remember one Christmas Eve when I had to help serve communion and my eyes were watering so that I’m sure everyone thought I was crying. Honestly, I couldn't stop the tears pouring down my cheeks as if I were weeping heavily. I received some strange looks at my inappropriate behavior. But, hey, it’s church so they have to forgive me, right?

Another tradition we observe is helping those less fortunate. They need help all year, but by this time, resources of worthy charities are down to the wire. We choose wisely from those organizations who funnel at least 90% of donations to helping those in need. Some organizations we support are St. Jude's Children's Hospital, Heifer Project, Salvation Army, and Lions International.



If you’re in the market for something to read, I have a perfect suggestion to get you in the mood for Christmas, STONE MOUNTAIN CHRISTMAS. That’s what the heroine of the story wants for the whole town, and she launches a plan to return the Christmas spirit to Radford Falls, Texas. Helping her is handsome hero Eduardo Montoya, cousin of the heroine of BRAZOS BRIDE. 

Here are the buy links for STONE MOUNTAIN CHRISTMAS:



So, what are you planning? Going out of town, a quiet day at home, hordes of relatives pouring in? Whatever it is, I hope the day is exactly what you wish.


Caroline


Marry Christmas to all!