Write Now Literary is pleased to announce BJ’s Big Dream Virtual Book Tour, with author Sonia Leverette. July 17-21, 2017.
Write Now Literary is pleased to announce BJ’s Big Dream Virtual Book Tour, with author Sonia Leverette. July 17-21, 2017.
LOVE, GOD & TATTOOS chronicles an orphaned tattoo artist and her struggle to maintain a relationship with God while living on the harsh streets of LA.?.
Fifteen year old Alcatraz is being chased. Born and raisedin a loving family, she suddenly finds herself fending for her life on the streets of Los Angeles. Consumed with anger, hurt and confusion, Alcatraz turns to the spiritual realm to find life’s answers. While experimenting with pagan spells, Buddhist chants, and yoga sutras, she continually encounters a spirit who claims He is God. The Truth she learns from this spiritual quest introduces her to the unexpected world of divine healing, acceptance and unconditional love.
After two years of spiritual searching, Alcatraz has finally decided who the One true God is for her life. But trouble soon follows. Being rejected by her new found religious organization because of her appearance and discharged from the tattoo shop for her beliefs, Alcatraz is forced to enter the Hollywood adult entertainment life with her best friend Kuriko. The nightmares she experiences living on the dubious streets of Los Angeles causes her to struggle to keep her faith.
Join me as I talked with author A. R. Robinson about her series, Love, God, and Tattoos. You can call in at 646-668-8485, press 1 to be live on air, Or, download Stitcher on your mobile device. Or click on the link here: http://tobtr.com/10146887
I love when I have Marcia Montenegro from Christian Answers for the New Age on my show. Her knowledge about the subtleties of New Age thought, practices, and other elements entering the Church is spot on. Of course, she would know. She was heavily entrenched in New Age thought for many, many years.
We hear words like, ‘The Universe’, ‘Consciousness’ ‘The Shift’ and other hot button words in use today. Are these words just words that have no meaning behind them. Or is there more to it? Should we care about it? Should we use them?
Let’s talk about it with Marcia. You can call in at 646-668-8485 and press 1 to be live on air. Or, download Stitcher on your mobile device. Or, click on the link here. http://tobtr.com/10142241.
Marcia practiced as a professional astrologer for eight years. She took astrological classes for over two years. After these studies, she passed the 7-hour exam given by the Atlanta Board of Astrology Examiners, a Board set up by the City to formulate and grade exams to be given to aspiring astrologers wishing to practice legally in the City of Atlanta. Marcia later was a member of this Board for four years, and Chairperson for three of those years. She was also active in the Metropolitan Atlanta Astrological Society, serving as president for a year. She was also Chairperson of the Curriculum Committee, as well as working in other areas of this organization.
Before becoming an astrologer, Marcia was involved with various New Age, occult, and Eastern beliefs and practices, including Inner Light Consciousness, Tibetan Buddhism, Zen Buddhism, Hindu teachings and meditation, and psychic development classes. During these years, she also participated in past life regression, numerology, Tarot cards, spirit contact, seances, astral travel, and received a spirit guide through a guided visualization.
Being an astrologer and involved in the New Age/ occult community gave Marcia a diversity of friends and astrological clients including witches/pagans; New Age healers; psychics; palm readers and card readers; Sufis; followers of Rajneesh, Sai Baba, Muktananda, Maharaji, and other gurus; Hare Krishna devotees; est and Silva Mind trainees; and others. Through these contacts and her own experiences, she became familiar with a wide spectrum of beliefs and practices that were an intrinsic part of the New Age and occult community.
As an astrologer, Marcia taught astrology for over five years, wrote for several astrological and New Age publications (some articles were translated into German and Spanish for European magazines), conducted workshops, did public speaking, did a weekly spot for a psychic’s cable TV show, and was interviewed by the “USA Today” news show and by “The Atlanta Journal-Constitution.”
Since becoming a Christian, Marcia has been on several radio shows, including “Unshackled!,” Bill Bright’s “WorldChangers,” “Janet Parshall’s America,” and the “Dawson McAllister Live” show for teenagers. She has also been on Christian television, including having her testimony dramatized on Dr. D. James Kennedy’s show. She has led workshops and spoken at conferences, churches and retreats, and written for Christian publications. Marcia is the author of SpellBound: The Paranormal Seduction of Today’s Kids (Cook, 2006).
Marcia’s ministry is CANA/Christian Answers for the New Age, and she is a missionary with Fellowship International Mission, an independent mission board based in Allentown, PA. CANA is an informational and outreach ministry.
Marcia graduated with High Honors from Florida Presbyterian College (now Eckerd College), St. Petersburg, FL, with a degree in literature. Marcia has a Masters in Religion from Southern Evangelical Seminary, Charlotte, NC.
Four years of you.
Four years of me.
Four years of us.
Four years of Write!
We’ve been together now for four yeas as we’ve talked and interviewed authors worldwide. I can’t tell you how thankful I am for your suppot and for your help in making Write Stuff what this show is. It’s a ministry, an access point, a guide, a tool, it’s whatever you need it to be. We’ve talked to authors all over the world and our goal is to continue to do that. Connecting readers to great authors. Helping authors get exposure.
Join me and my returning guest Rachel Rossano as we host the fourth year celebration! You can call in at 646-668-8485, and pres 1 to be live on air. Or, download Sticher on your mobile device. Sign in the Blogtalk Chatroom or click on the link here. Come on! Let’s celebrate!
Rachel Rossano specializes in clean romantic fiction set in historical-feeling fantasy worlds. She also dabbles in straightforward historical romance and not-so-strict speculative fiction. A happily married mother of three children, she divides her time between mothering, teaching, and writing. She endeavors to enchant, thrill, entertain, and amuse through her work. A constant student, she seeks to improve her skills and loves to hear from readers.
The Four in One Gospel of JESUS is the Four Gospels compiled chronologically and contextually, this giving the fullness of each Bible story in the Gospels. This unique material is describing the life of Jesus in its fulness, without the repetitions. It stores all facts about Jesus and comprises a full biography of Jesus Christ. It’s a chronological Bible project, but also a contextual one, featuring subjects such as: Jesus in the Old Testament, the story of the birth of Jesus, Jesus life, Jesus saves, Jesus Cross, Jesus crucifixion, Jesus death, Jesus blood, Jesus tomb, Jesus resurrection, Jesus in Heaven, Jesus works, Jesus miracles, Jesus baptism, Jesus crown, Jesus call, The Jesus teaching, the Passion of Jesus, etc. It shows us how we can be walking with Jesus – the Anointed One, and how we can be servants of Jesus. The book will show You that King Jesus loves You, and will trigger our falling in love with Jesus as well. It’s a one of a kind material indeed, the result of thousands of hours of work in compiling, referencing, structuring and fitting all details in this easy to read, yet, fully referenced edition of the Four Gospels of the Bible.
In 1992 Nikola Dimitrov experienced a miraculous conversion, receiving Jesus as his Lord and Savior. Since 1995 he has been a full time minister of the Gospel, serving as pastor, Bible teacher, preacher, and Christian educator. He started his first church in 1994, which is still standing today, and in 1998 he began his traveling ministry. Nikola is currently pastoring several church groups in Bourgas, Bulgaria and is frequently sought out as a speaker around the country. He also serves as a Bible teacher at the Apostolic Kingdom Institute in Stara Zagora, Bulgaria.
As editor-in-chief of Vetil Media Ministry, Nikola has translated and published more than thirty books into Bulgarian, as well as writing some himself. He is passionate for a glorious Church, without spot, wrinkle or any such thing. Nikola’s dynamic preaching pointedly encourages believers to be everything the Lord created them to be. He then encourages his congregations to take responsibility in word and deed toward that end.
As a translator, Nikola has also produced and distributed around the nation nearly 1000 Bulgarian versions of audio and video teachings by famous foreign preachers and teachers.
As part of a charity in Bulgaria, along with other volunteers, Nikola takes care of needy people from the minorities, distributing clothes, food, medicine, and school materials to children.
Nikola is married to Helen, and they have two lovely young-adult daughters, Annie (which means grace) and Mikaela (which means who is like God?). Both are part of Nikola and Helen’s ministry, serving in the area of music.
After being beaten and emotionally bruised by two ex-husbands, Hope Anderson seeks the comfort she once felt within her family church. Upon her first visit back, she sits on the last row to secure her anonymity. Desperate to find comfort and acceptance, Hope felt judgmental eyes instead. Regularly plagued by fear and paranoia, Hope seeks counsel and finds it through a female evangelist on television. The woman’s depiction of love and her explanation of a spiritual journey prompts Hope to ask God for the same. He grants her request. Hope is taught how to pray effectively because of her journey with the Holy Spirit. With intercession, Hope is also granted supernatural gifts of spiritual sight and hearing. She faces demons bravely through her faith in the Holy Spirit to help others.
When Hope’s journey is over, she does not turn her back on her church or on her colleagues at work. Convicted, she boldly stands and fights for them using her superpowers. It is through this process that Hope learns to love herself and other people and to forgive.
Living happily with her Lord, Hope is faced once again with what caused her immense fear and paranoia. The fight for her life begins, and it is the worst physical and spiritual battle imaginable!
Join in the conversation by calling in at 646-668-8485, press 1 to be live on air. Or, download Stitcher on your mobile device, or click on the link here.
Raven H. Price, is a Christian fiction writer who uses romance mixed with fantasy and supernatural events to intrigue her readers. She also enjoys devoting her time inspiring and encouraging people to believe in themselves and trusting in a loving God.
She is happily married to her husband, Ralph W. Price, III, and they live in Leesburg, Georgia with a large dog and four cats. Since she is a cat lover, her Twitter handle is ‘roaringpurr.’ Her Facebook author page @Roaringpurr, is devoted not only to her books but as an outlet to encourage love, respect, and acceptance for all mankind.
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The title of this post suggests something juicy and dark. I assure you, it’s not. In fact, as I was getting ready to type this post, I had an idea I would give my reflections of my time at the conference. After all, it was a blessed event with Christian writers of all stages and genres gathering together for the sake of the craft.
Yet, I got to thinking about several things not related to writing that happened at the conference. Things that I’ll share that’ll make you wonder if the light bill’s paid in Parker’s noggin.
I’m behind on the electricity payments to my brain but I’m working on a payment plan.
Later on, I’ll post my reflections but for right now, hear me out.
I sat across from my new friend, Adria, in the patio section of Biola University’s cafeteria. We enjoyed a heaping helping of teriyaki ground beef with onions, sauce, and a cool drink. The sunlight poured over us as we chatted, bemoaning the fact that it was the last day of the conference. Something flew by. A big, greenish blue something that zigzagged around like a drunken ball.
Disclaimer: I am not a lover of insects. All insects that enter the Cole residence are immediately subjected to death by squashing, hair spray, or drowning with any liquid nearby.
I whimpered and bent my head, twisting about and making so much noise folks behind me glanced over, wondering what the fuss was about. Adria, cool, calm, and collected, ducked with graceful elegance while I bordered on flipping the table over and running for parts unknown. Across from us, a table of four elders sat. An older gentleman simply waved the monstrosity that hovered around us and it flew off.
I collapsed back into the chair, heart pounding and my lungs clamoring for air. The older gentleman looked at me. “You all right over there? We’ve got a nurse over here if you need one.”
“Yeah. She can take your blood pressure,” his compadre hollered out. “Wonder what it’ll be now?”
On Thursday night, I had the honor to doing a live broadcast on one of the campus chapels. I was excited but tired. I’d done a ton of walking from one workshop and appointment to the other. Plus, the weather had been turned up from hot to burn. Well-organized person that I am, I had decided to leave my equipment in my dorm room and would ‘run and get it later on’.
‘Later on’ arrived and I walked the last three miles back to my dorm room. The outer door was locked and time was ticking down. In dismay, I stood outside the door in my blue finery, and happened to see a utility vehicle driving by. “Hey sir! I can’t get into the dorm.”
“I’ll be right there.”
He disappeared around the bend and about three minutes later he drove up. “I had to go all the way around.”
“No problem. Just glad you could help me out.”
He used his key to open the door. “What? Were you just locked out? You don’t have your key?”
“I have it right here,” I said slowly. “Wait. I can use my dorm key to get into the building?”
Disclaimer: I’ll always wonder if the Lord had that kind, young man put on shades so I wouldn’t see his eyes roll in the back of his head.
I raced upstairs to my room and gathered my equipment. I came back down and realized I had to walk back. I’m not the fastest walker on the earth. I literally prayed, “Dear Lord, please let there be someone out here who can drive me back to the chapel. My feet hurt.”
I opened the door and the nice, young man was still there. “Oh! Would you mind driving me to the chapel.”
“Sure. No problem.”
Before my eyes, the utility vehicle transformed into a Ferrari. I hopped onto the narrow seat and held on to the bar. We began to drive at top speed of ten miles an hour. The wind blew across my face. After a riveting ride, we pulled up in front of the chapel. I saw Adria talking to an attendee. I called out to her as we jerked to a stop in front of the hallowed halls, “This is my hot, billionaire Dan and his Ferrari.”
Before the live broadcast that night, I met a man I already knew. Well, not really. Yet, when my eyes met his, I understood Karen Eiffel’s feeling when she met Harold Crick.
Tall, with broad shoulders, a gruff voice, and kind eyes. When I saw his beard, which was only different in length and color from my main character in ‘Time to Say Goodbye’, my upcoming release, I almost fell to the ground, too. I looked at him and blurted out. “You look exactly like my character from my book.”
Taking it all in stride, said unknown man responded. “Really?”
“Yes!” I stared up at him. “You do! All I’d have to do is change the color of your beard. I love men with beards.”
Disclaimer: In my defense, it was getting on 11:00 pm Eastern time and I’m not all there late at night. After 10:00 pm, I’m a little loopy. Yes, I buzzed with excitement but it was mixed with tiredness. Not a good combination.
I waxed eloquently about my love for beards when he invited, “You can touch my beard if you like.”
My eyes widened. “I couldn’t touch your beard. I might make her mad.” I nodded toward his young wife.
“No, you won’t,” she told me.
“Of course, I will,” I insisted.
“Go ahead, you can touch it.”
Driven by an urge beyond my will I reached and very quickly rubbed his beard. It was soft. I told him that and he shrugged.
Nothing awkward about the whole exchange, right? Keep reading.
The broadcast went well. When I’m around people, I get energized so we had a great time. During the broadcast, we had a ‘Story Off’, which was hilarious. By now, it’s midnight Eastern time and I start the trek back home. The Ferrari had turned back into a utility vehicle and my billionaire Dan disappeared into the midnight.
At least he got me to the church on time! (A My Fair Lady reference for those of you too young to know.)
I walked back to the dorms. It was cooler now and besides seeing something that looked like a cat (I’ll never know nor was I interested in finding out) tread across my path, I got back to my room. The key was being stubborn and I stood in front of the door twisting and turning and thinking all kinds of unpleasant thoughts about keys in general. The door next to me opened and I see my character’s wife come out.
“Oh hi!” I said.
“Hey! Do you have a headband. I forgot to pack one.”
“I sure don’t. So sorry!” I see my character poke his head out the door. “Oh! We’re neighbors!” he said.
That nice man, with his masculine strength, ended up opening the door for me. I thanked him profusely and went in. I looked at the belt on my dress and decided to give it to his wife in exchange for his help with opening the door. I rush back outside and I said,
“Hey, in exchange for your help, you can have my belt from my dress.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet of you! But I have one already.”
“Well, thanks again!” I turn to the man, “I don’t want to upset your wife since you did unlock the door and I did rub your beard.”
He stilled. “That’s not my wife, that’s my daughter.”
Awkward silence. My memory rushed through my brain. There’s a teen track tomorrow for the teen writers. Of course, that’s his daughter.
“She’s fourteen.” His eyebrow draws in.
I rush back to my room and close the door. I think I tried to cover it up with a joke but is there a neat joke for a faux pas of this magnitude?
Disclaimer: I know. Stupid.
I think God gave me the gift for gab but too much of a good thing can be a bad thing.
I’d sat down with Adria, Kendra a lovely young lady from a media production company, and Troy an author from the conference. I did, of course, try to employ the gentle art of conversation but then we started talking about the two workshops I taught.
In my workshops, I talked about Taboo Subjects in Christian Fiction and I Swear: Using Swear Words and Harsh Language in Christian fiction. This, of course, ran down the rabbit trail of my life, my books, my upbringing, my beliefs, my shows, my love for sci-fi monster movies, and who knows what else with three lovely people looking at me.
At least we were eating at the dinner table. I called my husband that night and told him, “I think I talked too much.”
His sage response: “You probably did.”
The next day, I wanted to see if said persons would run away from me when they saw me. None did. So maybe talking too much isn’t a bad thing?
Of course, there were more things I did at the conference I enjoyed but these kind of standout, wouldn’t you say?