Authorview 2014 Roundup, Part 3

Here are the final five authors who participated in Authorview 2014. Click the author’s picture to see her website. Click the link below the picture to read her Authorview interview. As I said in the introduction (click here for Monday’s Post), these Authorview interviews made my year! Thanks so much, all of you who participated (see full list below), and may your 2015 be your best year yet.

Julie Arduini

Diane Tatum

Elizabeth “Betty” Noyes

Shirley Connolly

Linda Yezak
2014 Authorview List
1. Hallee Bridgeman
2. Victoria Bylin
3. Jerusha Agen
4. Rose McCauley
5. Fay Lamb
6. Ruth O’Neil
7. Dianne Butts
8. Deanna Klingel
9. Jennifer Hallmark
10. Sheryl Holmes
11. Julie Arduini
12. Diane Tatum
13. Elizabeth “Betty” Noyes
14. Shirley Kiger Connolly
15. Linda Yezak

Happy New Year!

Authorview 2014 Roundup, Part 2

And the next five interviews in the Roundup of my Authorview posts are…
(To read the introduction posted on Monday, click HERE.) Click the author’s picture to view her website and learn more about her. Click the link below the picture to read the original Authorview interview.

Ruth O’Neil
Dianne Butts
Deanna Klingel

Jennifer Hallmark

Sheryl Holmes

Drop back by tomorrow, or any day this week to find the remaining five interviewees!

Authorview 2014 Roundup

This has been an awesome (overused word) wonderful, amazing year in so many ways, topped off by the addition to my blog of “Authorview”– an adventure for me in cookie cutter interviews. I was pleased to find, however, the interviewees made these anything but cookie cutter. Their responses were funny and interesting, allowing readers a glimpse into the private lives of some of our favorite authors. I hope you were introduced to a few new and interesting writers as well.

Authorview was an experiment for me, and it went so well, I’m going to keep it. Once a month throughout 2015, I will interview an author. I hope to come up with some new and thought-provoking, yes, even silly questions. If you have a suggestion for a question feel free to comment below or send it to me on the contact form above this post.

Today, tomorrow, and on New Year’s Eve, I will post the authors (in order of their appearance) and if you click on their photo, it will take you to their website so you can learn more about them and their writing. If you click on the link below the picture, it will take you to the original Authorview post. I encourage you to connect with these special people and let them know you found them on my blogpost. Believe it or not, Authors Need Encouragement!

Hallee Bridgeman

Victoria Bylin

Jerusha Agen

Rose McCauley

Fay Lamb

The Year Santa Found Us

I’ve often shared my favorite Christmas memory, when at the age of 6, I received a refurbished doll cradle. That story can be found here. But there’s another Christmas that often comes to mind. One spent in different circumstances, far away from the sunny winters in San Diego.

My grandmother and step-grandfather (we called him Clarence) were tenant farmers in West Tennessee. I guess you could say they were poor. They lived in a house some might describe as a shack with no running water. Grandma used to say they had running water, but outside. No indoor plumbing. The house was drafty and cold in the winter, but Clarence kept it warm. Sometimes almost too warm. When you got out of bed in the morning, the linoleum-covered floors felt like walking barefoot on an ice rink. “Sure ‘nuf cold,” Grandma said.

Most years, they barely made it through. Grandma kept a vegetable garden and put up all the excess so they could eat all winter. They kept hens for the eggs and an occasional Sunday fried chicken. Christmas was just another day for them. There was no Christmas tree and usually no gifts for Grandma.

One year when I was around eight years old, we’d gone to visit Grandma on Christmas Eve. When we got ready to leave, Grandma and Clarence begged us to stay the night, spend Christmas with them. I can imagine my mother’s panic when Dad agreed. These days, I know how Mom felt about Grandma’s house.

My older brother and I went to bed in the big four-poster in the back bedroom and snuggled down beneath the numerous quilts, me wondering if Santa would find us way out in the country. Big brother already disbelieved in Santa, but he tolerated my wide-eyed innocence.

“They don’t even have a tree,” I whispered. “Where will Santa put the presents?”

“Maybe there won’t be any,” Mike said.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to go to sleep as misery churned in my belly.

Grandma’s grandfather clock struck the hour, every hour, throughout that dark night. I tossed and turned and worried and fretted. Finally, I heard Clarence up stirring the fire. It was almost time. I poked Mike in the side. “It’s morning! Let’s go see if Santa found us.”

Mike moaned and snuggled deeper into the covers. I turned over and waited a few more minutes. When I heard Grandma in the kitchen starting breakfast, I crawled out of the covers and hopped around on the cold floor, pulling my clothes on before dashing out to the warmth of the fire.

My eyes bulged at the sight of a Christmas tree in the front room and beneath it, toys and gifts. I immediately ran back to the bedroom and woke Mike. By now, Mom was up with little brother then Dad wandered out and we were allowed to open our gifts.

As the fire in the old pot-bellied stove roared and its heat filled the room, my brothers and I played with our new toys. Nothing else mattered to me, beyond the joy in my heart. Santa had found us and had somehow managed to slip into the house, bringing everything we needed for our Christmas celebration.

I now know Mom and Dad made a late-night trip back to our house and gathered up Christmas, including the Christmas tree and whatever Mom had planned for Christmas dinner. I can well imagine what she said to my dad on the way. I have been privy to many similar discussions over the years. And I can’t say that I blame her. But looking back, I remember the joy shining from Grandma’s face as she was able to watch her grandchildren open their Christmas gifts—a rare treat for her—a Christmas present like no other.

That sacrifice made by my parents, putting aside their plans in order to spend Christmas with Grandma and give her something they knew she’d love, stuck with me all my life. I never forgot it. To this day, when I hear the chime of a grandfather clock, my mind spins back to that cold, dark Christmas Eve. And then I remember a glow of warmth that came not from the old stove, but from the general region of my heart. Grandma didn’t have gifts for us, but she gave lots of warm hugs and kisses.

Thanks for stopping by my blog. I hope you enjoyed the story and if you did, I hope you’ll take a moment to let me know. Leave a comment below and share one of your cherished Christmas memories.

Merry Christmas!

Linda Yezak – Authorview

Linda Yezak

I am (what you do): An Author/Editor/Speaker/Coffeeholic/Manager of the Nut House
My best trait: My amazing ability to walk with a foot in my mouth
My bad habit: My amazing ability to put my foot in my mouth. Sometimes both.
Qualities I admire: Tact.
What I like to read: Just about everything
What I write: Romantic comedy, chick lit (a term no longer used. Sigh.)
What I watch: Food Network, Hallmark channel, UP Entertainment, Inspirational Channel—and Dancing with the Stars, Castle, Bluebloods.
My family: is my most precious God-given gift.
My favorite food, snack, or beverage: I like junk food—hamburgers, hotdogs, tacos—and downright trash, like Cheetos, Fritoes, and anything containing chocolate. (Bet you thought I was going to say “coffee,” right?!)
What I love to do: have one-on-one time with family and friends
What I admire: Talent
What makes me happy: Being loved
What makes me sad: N/A (the answer would be way too long)
Betty: Thanks, Linda, for taking part in Authorview!
Linda’s Bio:

Over twenty years ago, after a decade of life as a “single-again,” author Linda Yezak rediscovered God’s love and forgiveness when He allowed her a second chance at marital happiness. She is now living her greatest romance with her husband in a forest in East Texas. After such an amazing blessing, she chooses to trumpet God’s gift of second chances in the books she writes. Linda’s novels are heart-warming hallmarks of love, forgiveness, and new beginnings.

Linda’s Books — 
The Cat Lady’s Secret  
Emily Taylor loves to help people, loves to ease their burdens and make their dreams come true. But when a conman ruins her reputation, she discovers that helping others is safer and easier from behind the scenes.

When one of Emily’s gifts captures the attention of an avid journalist, her identity as the town’s anonymous benefactor—and her renewed relationship with her high school sweetheart—are threatened.

As her private life begins to unravel, she realizes the one hope for regaining control lies behind prison walls.

You can find more of Linda’s delightful books here.