Ten kinds of candy, a "Grinch Stole Christmas" inspired tree, and a lot of busy hallways later I am very satisfied and thoroughly exhausted! Since I can first remember Christmas has unquestionably been my favorite time of the year. As a result I have made little progress with the completion of my new webpage or with much else to do with writing. I will admit the constant urge to simply sit down and write has nearly driven me mad, but it was worth every smile and cheer that was the result of all the hours spent on holiday preparations. If anyone had told me, when I was a child, that I would one day become the unofficial Christmas cook I would have laughed uncontrollably and told them they were mad. Fate however has a way of taking its own course. For many years my grandmother was overseer of all of these cheerful responsibilities- making all the delicious treats, putting together trays to deliver to loved ones, having the brightest house on the street. Sadly, a few years ago she passed away and heavy with grief no one held much desire to carry on with these time consuming traditions. In an effort to keep the tradition and the joy of the holiday alive I took it upon myself to pick up where she left off. Having spent most of my life preferring the smell of the engine oil as my dad worked on a car to the smells of a kitchen, it was the first time I attempted any sort of legitimate cooking. Since that point I have continued to perform most of the cooking, decorating, and some of the wrapping, each year. I love every moment and wouldn't take it back for anything- especially the glow on my son's face as he watching me work. As much as I enjoy this special time however, I must admit I am thrilled to put my fingers to the keyboard again. That said, the greatest accomplishments begin with a strong desire so it is the perfect way to start a new year.
I hope you are all having as wonderful a season as I am! I don't dare risk calling it Winter yet, though I'm sure it is, in some places. My poor relatives in Minnesota when I call Forty degrees cold. I realize now just how much I take that for granted. Here in Moab we have the luxury of not shoveling our drive just to get out the door. This weekend was an especially wonderful one for me. This year, I was privileged enough to get to write the biographies for the musical artist who played at this years Moab Folk Festival. As a result I spent my weekend witnessing the various musicians performances in person. This is a very unique experience for me seeing as I usually writer fiction. To be able to experience first hand those people who I wrote about was an incredible experience. I will admit, I did get a tear in my eye once or twice throughout the performances- but only out of happiness! As much as I loved watching the artists perform, I enjoyed just as much being around other writers and artists. All these wonderful people are what made the experience so special. I am officially exhausted, but it was definitely worth it. I would like to think each one of you has a memory you hold close, that can make you smile with an equally bright glow, even on the darkest days.
Summer is moving along quickly and now with Fall on the rise my schedule has again balanced out- at least to some degree. With school well under way, I don't have my crazy eight year old son around to keep me entertained. A one person show, he is as engaging as he is distracting! As a result it has taken a little more grinding focus then usual however I finally have the first few paragraphs of my next work down on paper! Of course, it didn't help that three ideas were competing for the place of this work. After some serious time battling with my own creative nature I settled on a historical romance with a dangerous twist to it. Though I have already promised my son I would tag along on his class's field trip to Island In The Sky I can honestly say it is a far cry from torture. Moab as a whole is a unique and magical area and a wonderful place to live. No doubt, by the time we return tomorrow afternoon I will more likely then not have invented one more exciting twist for my literary adventure as well!
I hope you are all enjoying the changing scenery as much as I am!
I must say I am thrilled! Almost Wonderful is officially released. Interested? You can find it on Amazon.com through the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Almost-Wonderful-Adrienne-Davenport-ebook/dp/B0109XJ7TM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1435770538&sr=8-1&keywords=almost+wonderful
I can't think of a better way to start a month. Seeing the finished product is one of the best feelings in the world for an author. When you hear peoeple say it's like watching a baby grow this may seem a little over-dramatic, but it is so true! If you want to learn a little patience, writing a book is a good way to go about it. If the process doesn't drive you crazy you definitely have a great reason to break out the wine! To my fellow authors- you have all my respect- and a special cheer for my nephew, Sebastian, whose poem was published in an anthology today. Great job, I'm very proud of you!
I hope all of you are having a warm and fun summer! I can honestly say, I don't know where it's going! For those days when you would simply rather sit back and enjoy the beautiful sunset, this will hopefully help you in your endeavor.
As a kick start to the imminent release of my upcoming novel, I am offering a peek at the first few pages (Pardon any formatting errors that occurred in the process of transferring this sample from the PDF):
April 8, 1839 Ashford, England
As she pressed her lithe body against the rotting surface of the jagged wooden fence behind her,
Ariel Genevieve Garrison curled one finger around a strand of her thick raven hair and focused her
idle gaze on the murky afternoon sky. Privacy, as far back as she could remember, was something no
one had ever allowed her. A few minutes of being alone came as such a welcome change. Far above,
the wispy tufts of clouds that cluttered the heavens raced swiftly across the sky. They all but
melted into the horizon. Around her, the breeze danced in the trees, playfully whistling through
the crisp emerald leaves.
Close by, a male chuckle crackled through the frilled greenery. Startled by the sound, the
rapturous seventeen year old sprang forward, her fingers falling from the old fence as she jolted.
Ariel spared her atmosphere a passing glance, casually amused by her slight lack of stability.
Disappointed by the loss of her repose, she paused to consider the fact. The notion was easy enough
to dis- miss. With the breezy poise of an experienced lady, she began to saunter across the crisp
field dotted with foxglove and prim- rose, as well as many other wild flowers. Behind her, an old
cha- pel faded into the distance. Along with the aged brick structure, the vision of a stranger
swindled away, his body slanted against a time-mottled oak, rooted near the old church’s back. No
doubt, this dangerous prince charming was the same man whose laugh- ter had quivered through the
night, a disruption to the peace af- forded her. Not far into her walk, Ariel drew up short,
captivated by the cocky applause, slowly rising up through the air behind her. “Much as I hate to
put an end to this attractive display,” the
stranger stated, “I feel somewhat obligated to offer you a ride.”
“I don’t see why you’d bother. If that expression you’re wear- ing is anything to judge by, the
idea alone perturbs you.” More offended than impressed by his flippant proposal, Ariel entirely
overlooked his dashing appearance. His tousled tawny-black hair and cocoa eyes cast with green were
as appealing as the rest of his rugged features. His well angled form towered above her, remind- ing her of a dark knight.
Nonetheless, she brushed all this aside, preferring to instead focus on the gentleman’s brash
mannerisms. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. He was not the type she would ever wish to marry; the
thought alone held unusual aversion. Ariel frowned and tightened her fist, troubled by the novelty
of the idea. Judging by the relationships she’d witnessed as a child, marriage was only a reason
for trouble. No man had changed that opinion, and this one wasn’t going to be any different.
His voice cut straight through her awkward reflections. “Have
you made a decision then beautiful?” “I’m pretty sure I can use the exercise, thank you.” Her raven hair flailed about her as she jerked
around on one heel, quickly resuming her stroll. This time as she moved through the pastures,
persistence layered her gait. The historic manor where she’d lived with her father and sister for
as long as she could recall grew in- creasingly closer. Even now as the tiny wisps of grass brushed
at her ankles, her mind urged her to hurry. Her heart murmured for her to be slow. Once again, she
had taken far longer than original- ly intended. The walk however had relaxed her, even if she were
to consider the irksome noble who she had chanced upon. Whatever the case, her father was going to
be furious. He never tolerated her decision to remain out past eight. The hour now well surpassed
ten. Ariel frowned at her lack of awareness, shocked at how much time had wasted away.
“Ariel! Ariel!” The harsh male voice rang across the meadow, growing more enraged the closer she
At last able to discern the stocky outline of her father’s mature form, Ariel slackened her pace.
For the first time since the night’s start, she found herself truly fearful of what awaited her.
“Ariel, damn it where have you gone?” Once more Ethan Garrison yelled for his daughter, cold
resentment evident in the small phrase. Lord Garrison had raised his children since the death of
their mother when Ariel, his younger child, was no more than three. Over the course of that time,
he had done little to mask the bitterness and annoyance that boiled deep within him.
Those emotions, so blatant, drove Ariel away from her home, even if it did mean her actions would
result in retribution from her sire. Expectant of nothing less, she approached the doorstep with
great care, halting when she saw him. Her stance, that of a trained soldier, contrasted to a horrid
degree with her expected position, that of a proper English lady.
“Well?” His shoulders tight with anger and his lip curled with distaste, Lord Garrison stared down
at his daughter. His rigid posture, in itself, was enough to demand an explanation from her. “I
only wanted to walk, to be allowed a small amount of time to
myself. I don’t expect you to understand.”
“Do not defy my wishes.” Ethan’s tone deepened to a near growl, and he raised his arm as if to
strike. Instead, he froze in mid-motion and executed a half turn. The hand that seconds before had
been poised to hit his child, lashed out for the foyer door. To Ariel he snapped, “We are set to
leave for London to- morrow evening. As you already know, we are going to visit my sister and her
husband. I count on you to be ready. No doubt your sister will be. If you are not, you will not
enjoy what awaits you. Understood?” “Of course, father.” Her head tipped towards the ground. Ariel barely saw her father as he jerked
on the doorknob.
“Be aware,” Lord Garrison warned over one shoulder, “I have a late visitor to attend to. I do not
expect you to be present but at the very least be on your best behavior. I do not wish to be embar-
rassed.” His pace more irritated than ever, Lord Garrison stormed into the house, slamming the door
behind him. Allowed no time to respond, Ariel halted in apprehension at the edge of the dated stone
step. With little choice afforded her, she grasped at the door, and on a swift prayer trailed behind her sire.
It's that time of year again, some people love it and some dread it. I for one always seem to really enjoy my birthday! Whether or not any surprises are in store (and likely there will be, seeing as half of the ideas are partially directed by my son) I will always enjoy this day. The editing process for Almost Wonderful is complete, but that doesn't mean sit back and relax. Trying to cram in as much as I can before July 1st, and life is constantly moving. The books are now listed on the publisher's upcoming release page. Seeing this was a perfect way to start the day!
So far, in the last couple of months I have had the pleasure of running into both my first grade and sixth grade teachers. Of course, in a town the size of the one I live in, it would happen at the local grocery store. I will admit, in both of these cases I was stunned. The last thing I expected when I wandered in chasing after my son was to run into either of these two people. Both women played a large part in inspiring me to become a writer and I have missed them both! I had hoped my son would get to have both for a teacher just as I did, unfortunately one of the two retired this year. Even so, we have enjoyed a fun start to the summer. I can't wait to see what comes next! I love surprises, do you?
Happy summer everyone!
I will start by saying, it has been awhile. For some months now I have been busily writing my latest novel, Almost Wonderful. I will readily say, sometimes it seems like the project itself takes forever, but at the end of the day it is always worth it! That great joy you receive when you finally see the finished product that you worked so hard to help create is such a wonderful feeling! For those of you who are new at the writing game, I know it can seem like a grindstone to chip at when you're writing a large book. It can be as exciting as a trip around the world or as painful as having a baby! From personal experience though, I will always say "Keep at it!"
Just recently I received the final cover for my upcoming book which will be released July 1st, 2015 and I can't wait to share it with the world! Thanks for taking a minute to share with me in that joy and happy writing!