Jillian Hart & Janet Tronstad, Real and Believable, Just Like Their Books!

Authors Show True Colors, Personalities Bright Like Their  Stories

Authors Show True Colors, Personalities Bright Like Their

Even though it was on the cool side in Spokane this May, there was no damper on the rendezvous that induced online friends from all over the country plus Australia to attend.  Last weekend eleven women gathered and stayed in a local hotel to enjoy an Author, Writer, and Reader Retreat.

The attendees were also honored to share some delightful party times at the home of Author, Jillian Hart and with Author/Co-Hostess, Janet Tronstad.  Now…have you ever heard authors give a partial reading of a new work in an intimate group, a book before it is published?   That is exactly what Jill and Janet gave their admirers in their own voices.  The character’s personalities took hold in the “windmills of the minds” of the ardent listeners.

One of the highlights of the time together, was the arrival of a special online friend from Australia, that we call Ausjenny!  She is an avid reader, especially of Jill and Janet’s books.  Most of the group met on “Goodreads” or the “Harlequin/Love Inspired Community Forum“.

The Davenport Hotel, downtown Spokane, served Tea and Lunch to the group in the Safari Room on  Monday afternoon.  Guests enjoyed a nice array of specialty foods and desserts.  Many photos were taken during the last scheduled event to take home to reminisce.  Two husbands attended the Tea, and one husband attended all the other functions as well.  How nice that the group got to put a real face to each name during the visits as well as gaining a feel for each personality.

If you would like to visit these authors online, check out Goodreads.com

Go to Groups, then “Janet Tronstad-Dry Creek Stories”and also look for category “Jillian’s Corner”!

So It’s Going To Be Mother’s Day

My MAMA, Blanche Holland Young

My MAMA, Blanche Holland Young

I stopped by her senior cottage almost arriving to her room, to see if she was ready to go to a Mother’s Celebration yesterday there at the Assisted Living. The staff said she had already pushed herself in the wheel chair over to another building and might be either sitting out in the courtyard or may have gone inside. I couldn’t find her anywhere. I went back to her room and there she was, so fragile, so pale, but a smile formed on her light lips. I asked her if I could help her put on a little dab of rosy lipstick and she said she didn’t have any. I opened the mirrored shelf in the bathroom and lifted the 3 lipsticks and picked out the lightest color and took it to her. She put on a smidgen and rubbed her lips together. We were ready to go now to see what was planned for the residents from about 55 -95. They were providing a flower to plant in large pots in the courtyard for mothers. Only a few showed up, and a dripping plant was quickly plopped from her hand to my hand as my mother began to become anxious that the sun would cause her to have a stroke. I planted it for her in the pot closest to her own building and we went inside to cool down. We shared some fruit punch and I calmed her. Two nights ago she had fallen from her bed to the floor trying to transfer to go to the bathroom in the dark. She now seems to think people are just waiting around for her to die . I told her I hadn’t heard anything like that and passed it off as a joke. She is 95 1/2, although she can’t remember her last birthday party in December or how old she is on most days.  She doesn’t have Alzheimer s, just old age dementia and memory loss. It wasn’t that long ago that she handled her own med dosing. It wasn’t that long ago that she was racing with her 3-wheel walker with brakes bounding down and around in circles on the courtyard sidewalk. That was then. Now I look for pictures that we can color or use colored markers, for the woman who used to be an artist, a seamstress, a Sunday School Teacher, a medical secretary, and who used to cut her own lawn. Only a shadow of herself, I long for the woman she was when I was a little girl, that made me special dresses, even a little girl wedding dress, and a twirly skirt with red tomatoes dancing on white polished cotton. She can’t find her nail polish, I find it and place it where she can find it later and loosen the tops for her. The air-conditioner is on and she feels cool.  She doesn’t understand why it is on.  I tell her it is 85-90 degrees outside.  She says, “But it isn’t inside”.  She tells me she appreciates me and loves me so much. I remember fights and misunderstandings over the years. I remember she accused me of stealing from her. I comb her waves around her face. She says I am all she needs and that I remember everything. She will not be here much longer. But today she is. And what she said to me, was all I needed to hear. Happy Mother’s Day, Mama, Blanche, I love you, too.


ACFW=American Christian Fiction Writers

What a great bunch of writers, published authors, editors, marketers, readers,+!  Not the only way to learn to write, but “My Book Therapy” and this group can be your choice.  Sisters and Brothers of the “craft” gently seek to help you succeed to write and publish that book or books you were called to finish.

Mary A Young Robinson

Mary A Young Robinson

Why not look up Susie May Warren at “MBT” at www.acfw.com.  She is a vivacious writer who chooses other great writers to join her in teaching the craft.  Because she already knows the stress one can shoulder with deadlines, word count, and character voices, she has found a way to bring fun into the class with giggles and waves!

Along with this great organization, are the state chapters.  Look for a group in your town and state for critique groups, conferences, and classes.  Through these people you will meet other writer and authors like you, agents, and publishers.  You will learn more about Independent Publishing and Traditional Publishing.

You will enjoy the social aspect and making lifelong friends.  What better way to learn to write?