Where the Wind Blows By Caroline Fyffe, book review

If you want to sink your teeth into a book that you can’t get out of your head after the last page has been turned, then I want to recommend a book entitled Where the Wind Blows, by Caroline Fyffe.
This book is a historical western romance, but there’s not much mention of cowboys drinking in saloons like most westerns. If you love Christian fiction as I do, this book is a good read too, because many of the characters believe in God, yet this book has just enough conflict in it to make you want to keep reading. By the way, I forgot to mention that the characters will drive you crazy sometimes, until you reach the end.
Jessie Strong is a young widow who wants to adopt one of the children she took care of when she was sent to the orphanage as a child. Chase Logan, friend of Jessie’s husband Nathan rides out to her cabin to tell her of her husban’s untimely death. However, when the owner of the orphanage brings little Sarah and a teenaged boy to Jessie’s cabin, Chase has to pretend to beJessie’s husband, so she can adopt the children. Things get a bit shady, and Chase ends up actually marrying Jessie,to give Sarah a stable home.
I don’t want to tell you all the juicy stuff, because I don’t want to spoil it for you, but I can tell you that I’d rate this one 5 stars, because I was hooked from the start. I received this book from the National Library Service for the blind and physically handicapped’s talking book program, through my network library in Atlanta Georgia. I will say that the actor who performed this book as a commercial audio book was outstanding! Let me know how you like this book.


A follow-up to my prologue

Good morning my fellow readers and bloggers,
I have a few questions for you. After reading my prologue, is there something you want to see in A Journey of faith? Any suggestions that could enhance the story? Should I show more of how Becca feels as she’s taking this journey. Should she have conversations with the people she meets along her way that bring the memory of the woman falling off the rocks to light. What encouragement does she receive from the people she meets along her path? Does she give encouragement to the wonan’s father? How?What do you think happens to make the journey more suspensful? Please comment so I can use these suggestions during the revision process.


Here is a sample of A Journey of Faith for your reading pleasure


When Charles awoke one morning, he never suspected that the family trip he’d planned would be a life changing experience for his middle daughter. As he knew she would, Martha had coffee waiting for Charles when he came downstairs. As he showered and dressed, the smell of bacon sizzling on the stove wafted up the stairs to greet him. He checked the weather forcast before he went down to eat breakfast with his family, and discovered that the day would be nice and sunny.
“How would yall like to go rock climbing at Sweet Water State Park?”
“Yay!” Six-year-old Thomas clapped his hands in pure delight.
“Will the weather be fitting for us to go out there today?” Martha placed a hot cup of coffee in front of her husband as he took his seat at the head of the table and said a brief prayer before breakfast was served.
“I checked the forecast before I came down this morning, and there’s no rain in sight according to the weather man.”
“Please can we go Mama?” Becca Begged.
“Well, all right, if the weather holds up, we’ll be fine.”
“Yay!” the children gave each other high-fives, then began wolfing down their pancakes and bacon.
“Now you children need to hurry up and finish your breakfast so I can get the kitchen cleaned up before we go.” After everyone had eaten, Martha cleaned the kitchen while Charles and the girls packed the supplies they’d need in the hiking pack before heading out to the car for the long drive ahead.

When they arrived at the park, Charles saw several people climbing the various rock trails and bike paths. As the Martin family made their way into the main entrance of the park, Charles spotted his friend Ted Morris helping another patron onto a mountain bike. When he’d taken care of the customer, Ted sauntered up to Charles and clapped him on the shoulder. “Yall come to do a little rock climbing today?”
“We sure did Mr. Morris.” Martha winked at Charles’s long time climbing buddy.
“Well, you’re in luck, because there ain’t too many people on the rocks today. Before you go, I’d better warn you’ns, be very careful on them there stepping stones, cause they’s slick as glass after the good rain we had last week. I don’t want anybody gettin’hurt on those steps. Other than that, you’ll be just fine.”
“we’ll be very careful Ted, thanks for the warning.” Charles waved as the park ranger walked away to help another patron.

“Let’s go see who can reach the top of that there rocky hill.” Amanda led Becca out to their favorite mini mountain.
“Do not go up those steps, you girls hear me?”
“Yes Mama, we don’t plan on it.” Becca pointed to the slope they planned to climb.
“I’ll go with them, to make sure they’re all right.” Charles patted Martha on the shoulder.
“Mama, may I go climb the wall with the other boys?” Thomas gave his mother a pleading look.
“yes you may, but be careful. As a matter of fact, I’m going to keep an eye on you.” Martha sat on one of the low rock walls so she could see her little boy.

As Becca and Amanda raced up the rocky slope, Becca spotted a young lady of about twenty or so climbing up the stone steps. Doesn’t she know that she could slip off the edge? Becca watched for a moment as the girl started climbing up the steps, reaching with her feet to feel her way up the path. “Come on Beck,” Amanda called impatiently.
“I’m coming.” Becca scampered up the slope and stayed close at Amanda’s heels until she saw a wide enough area to pass her. As she walked up the slope, she overheard the woman’s conversation with someone down below.
“Diana, you need to be careful going up those stepping stones. The ranger said they could be very slick.”
“I will dad, I’ve done this a thousand times or more.”
“I know you have honey, but you can’t see like you used to as a child.”
“I know that, this is why I came to make this last climb. I wanted to climb these steps one more time before I go completely blind.”
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” the girl said nothing more but kept climbing.

“Did you hear that Mandy? The girl is going blind.” Becca sidled up to Amanda so she could whisper in her ear.
“It’s not nice to eavesdrop on other people Becca.” Amanda sauntered ahead of her sister, and Becca found it harder to keep up with her the higher they climbed.
All at once, Becca stopped in her tracks when she saw the girl start to slip on the top step of the stepping stone ladder. “Diana, look out!”
“I got it daddy.” The girl threw her arms out before to break her fall, but before she knew it, both feet started sliding out from under her. “God help me!” the girl cried, followed by a blood curtling scream as she fell down, down, down, into the abyss. Becca turned tail and ran for her life when she heard the thud of the woman’s lifeless body landing on the rocks below.

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Updated synopsis for my book

You may recall that I posted a message about my book titled a Journey of Faith a few days ago, following a devotion I shared with you. Well, I have some news about my book idea at http://soopllc.com/blog/book-ideas/journey-faith-ann-harrison. I took the synopsis from the post I published a few days ago and submitted it to something or other publishing and asked them to post my edited synopsis to the site. Please take a look at the link above and let me know if yo are interested in reading this book in the future by casting your vote. Please feel free to leave some feedbac here or on my author page on facebook by liking Ann M. Harrison. If you wish to connect with me on twitter, my handle is @annwrites75. Happy writing, reading, and God Bless.
Love and prayers, Ann


It’s a beautiful day!

It’s the middle of January, and we’re in the midst of winter. However, the day is warm, and the sun is shining. As I step outside on my front porch, I feel an unseasonably warm breeze, and the wind chimes are ringing out their beautiful melodies in the breeze. What a day the Lord has made, and put a song of praise in my heart.
If you too are experiencing such a beautiful day, don’t take it for granted. Get out and enjoy the sunshine with your children, or just simply take a walk out in the sun to draw closer to God. How do you draw close to the Lord on such a beautiful day? Do you simply open the windows and let the sunshine pour down on you from heaven, or do you step out into the day that the Lord has made, and bask in the sunshine? Whatever you do to enjoy the day, I pray that you are richly blessed.
Love and prayers,


An inspirational thought I’d like to share

I came across this Bible verse and the thought to go along with it when I was looking at facebook a few minutes ago, and I’d thought I’d share it with you, because I feel that someone might receive a blessing from this special message.
If you’d like to share your thoughts on this message, please feel free to comment, and please keep it positive. Here is the message I’d like to share:
promise from the bible: And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to [his] purpose. (Romans 8:28)
All things. Every circumstance. The entire realm of possible events. All of these conspire toward a single goal: the good of the Redeemed! Whether trial or blessing, whether great joy or greater sorrow, whether prosperity or suffering, every last detail in the universe works together for the benefit of God’s children!
Love and prayers,n


The flying Swing

The following piece is a fictional piece that was written in the summer of 2014. When My daughter was visiting me during her Spring break last year, I took her out to swing on the swing set we have in our front yard. Well, during these precious moments spent outside with her, an idea hit me sometime early one morning. This idea was based on a writing prompt I came up with for the Behind Our Eyes writers with disabilities group about motion. Here is the short piece that was created from these memories of swinging, and the prompt itself.

The Flying Swing

On a warm summer day, in the middle of June, I go outside to swing with my daughter for a few moments. She and I take our seats in the swings, and begin to swing back and forth, back and forth, in a normal slow swinging rhythm. All of a sudden, I walk the swing back as far as it will go, then I pick my feet up and let the swing go forward as fast as it can.
The swing usually goes only so far forward on its chains, but not this time. I feel the wind in my hair and my feet do not touch the ground. “Mama, We’re flying, for real!” Sharen is flying with me. The swing floats forward, the chains held by some unseen force. We fly over the fence that surrounds the front yard, and away from the house altogether.
The swing sways backward for a fleeting moment, then we sit dangling in mid air. I look down to see that we are miles above the earth. My daughter and I are both scared, but our fear is washed away by the excitement of feeling the wind in our hair as we sit dangling in mid air.
Then, before either one of us can scream, or make the slightest sound, we begin spinning clockwise. “Hold your feet out in front of you and fly with the swing,” I instruct my daughter as I do the same. We spin faster and faster as the wind swooshes through our hair. Round and round we go, where we stop? Heaven only knows! Round and round we go Where we stop… Oh wait, woe!
The swings suddenly begin to slow down and gently sway as we float to the ground. I look down and see that we are back over the fence, but how we got back to the spot where we started, I will never know. The swing glides backwards as we touch the ground, and when it comes to a stop I try to stand up to take Sharen back inside.
I try to get to my feet, but I fall to the ground. The world is still spinning, spinning, spinning, round and round. Wait! I’m not on the ground, I’m not even in my swing, I’m still lying in my bed. July is almost over, and school will start soon. Sharen is still at her dad’s house, and I’m still in my room. What happened to the lovely flying swing, I wonder as I open my eyes to see the sun rising over the land. That’s the moment I realize that I’m not really swinging, I was only dreaming!

If you like this piece, you’ll love my other blog posts, and if you want to read more of my work in the future, please take a moment to vote for my book titled A Journey of Faith to be published by visiting http://soopllc.com/blog/book-ideas/journey-faith-ann-harrison, your support of my work is much appreciated.
Love and prayers,


chimes and other sounds as indspiration for writing

Good morning,
I have a question and a message for all the writers who follow and read my blog. When you are trying to write something, whether it be a novel, essay, or any other piece you’re working on, do you ever find that you have writers block? That sometimes happens to me. This happened on a couple of days during NaNoWriMo last year.
Let me share with you what I did to combat my writers block. Although everyone has a different approach to avoiding writers block, I personally sat out on my front porch on an overcast day, with a light breeze to cool me off. I sat listening to the wind chimes that my mom has hanging on the porch, and all of a sudden a burst of inspiration hit me, and I was able to write for hours after that.
What I’m getting at here, is that inspiration can strike at the oddest moments, and by the simplest attributes of your day. For example, your child could make a comment about a cartoon character he/she likes, or you can simply hear a tune or a certain sound that triggers an idea, and gets the words flowing through your mind. When that happens my friend, don’t take these special inspirational moments for granted, you never know what story, poem, essay, novel, or other form of writing can be created when inspiration strikes.
Happy writing and God bless,


An inspirational thought for the day

Good Monday Morning everyone,
I wanted to stop in and leave you with an inspirational thought. When things seem to go wrong, no matter hard you try to make them work, instead of getting angry and frustrated at the situation, give it to God. When you feel that you’ve lost all hope, remember that no matter what, God is with you.
This is the message I want to convey by sharing A Journey of Faith, the story that God laid upon my heart, with the world. Please help me touch the life of someone in need of God’s love, and the hope that is found when you ask Jesus to come into your heart and be the Lord of your life. Please cast your vote for A Journey of Faith at http://soopllc.com/blog/book-ideas/journey-faith-ann-harrison.
Please feel free to add a positive comment if you have any thoughts on what I’ve said in my recent blog posts, or any blog posts that I have published here.
Love and prayers,
Ann Continue reading “An inspirational thought for the day”