Pull up a chair, let me pour you a hot cup of tea and let's get to know each other. I am the author of a fantasy/fiction love story called The Victor but I also write stories for other people as gifts.

They are wish fulfillment's and the person for whom they are written is the star of their story.

If you would like your own story, please email me at: thevictorbook@sbcglobal.net.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

The LA Times Book Festival

This weekend for the first time, I was a participating author in the LA Times Book Fair held at the gorgeous UCLA campus.

I shared a tent with other authors from Premiere Writers, a Ning Social Network site for authors. All of them were simply great people; very warm and engaging. We worked in shifts (one in the morning and one in the afternoon) and in our free time I walked around the campus with my hubby, attracting a lot of attention with my medieval costume.

On several occasions I had complete strangers (mostly college age students) come up to me in groups and ask to take a photo with me. It was so fun! It was the next best thing to being a Disney Princess!

The weather could not have been more gorgeous and though I am exhausted and my house is a mess, it was a really neat experience to take part in. It wasn’t too bad having a picture taken with “William Shakespeare” either!

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Storm Chaser - A Poem by Trentina Porter

Trentina and I actually became friends through her dad at Goodreads.  She is 18, in college and an absolutely amazing poet and writer.  I think God really gave her some incredible writing talent. I do not normally like or even appreciate poetry but I really liked this! Let's all encourage Trentina by posting your feedback comments on her poem below and I'll share them with her!

Looking out the wooden panes I see your form;
Twisting, twirling in the image of vibrant leaves caught in the wind.
I run out to find salvation, be embraced by you once more.
The wind is nothing more but your soft breath upon my neck.
Rain falls onto my face, caressing it in slow strokes.
Even the tears I've shed for you can never be forgotten.
Those tears may be yours as well, knowing what might not be.

Looking for the answers my eyes move up, hoping to find you.
Gazing upon the gray, swirling sea of clouds I feel it;
the presence of the power that lays behind your eyes lingers
It stays on me as if I am the pray to your hungry love.
A welcome pleasure, yet that power, strong enough to take over my senses.

Light streaks across the sky, the bright light urging me on.
I walk, sprint to the ending of that bolt of lightening.
That kiss, oh how it must be you hiding in the night!
Sparks flew, lit a fire in my heart that can never truly die.
Nothing there, not even the thunder of our hearts on this night.

As much as my heart pains you are still not with me.
Here I stay in the grass, watching the clouds and wind dance;
lightening raging over the water and land in a heated passion
You're my storm, my hidden fantasy.

What I try so hard to hold, finding only each piece of you slipping from reach.
No matter the trials, the hardships, the sleepless nights I run;
and I will always run, chasing my heart and the power of your storm.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

OC Christian Writers Conference

All of you aspiring authors out there might enjoy this interview with Mick Silva of Waterbrook/Multnomah Press:

OC Christian Writers Conference

Wish Fulfillment Stories