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Through the Deep Waters by Kim Vogel Sawyer

Through the Deep Waters by Kim Vogel Sawyer

Deep WatersDon’t you love a book that draws you in and doesn’t let you go? That’s how I felt reading Kim Vogel Sawyer’s new book Through the Deep Waters. I picked it up because I am interested in the Harvey House girls. While Dinah Hubley isn’t old enough to work as a server, she does work in Clifton Hotel as a chambermaid and has ambitions to join the ranks as a Harvey House girl as soon as she turns eighteen.

When a handsome local chicken farmer, Amos Ackerman, takes notice of her, she has to make some difficult decisions about her future. Above all else, is making sure nobody finds out about her past and the terrible thing she did.

Kim Sawyer has a gift of weaving a tale set in history and drawing the reader into it. I hated when I had to put the book down to do things that had to get accomplished. Instead I wanted to slip into Dinah and Amos’ world until I came to the final page…then I didn’t want to leave. 🙂

What are you reading?

JodSocial Media 2015ie Wolfe loves to stroll through history with the characters she creates. When not writing she enjoys spending time with her husband, reading and walking.


Posted by on May 25, 2016 in Book Reviews, Jodie Wolfe, Writing


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Book Review: Still Surviving Henry: The Untold Stories by Erin Taylor Young

Still Surviving Henry Cover_800pxDescription of Still Surviving Henry: The Untold StoriesThe rogue torpedo of a dog is at it again! Henry hauls author Erin Taylor Young and her readers into mischief, mayhem, hilarity, and heartwarming adventure. Come join Henry, canine catastrophe extraordinaire, as he romps through an all new collection of true life—and near-death—tales. You’ll laugh yourself silly—and maybe even shed a tear or two—as Henry shows that there’s a lot more to life than merely surviving.

For anyone who’s read Young’s first book, Surviving Henry: Adventures in Loving a Canine Catastrophe, it won’t be a surprise to learn that she couldn’t fit all his antics into one book. For readers who haven’t yet met Henry, here’s to your full-tilt initiation.

My review: Erin Taylor Young’s first book, Surviving Henry: Adventures in Loving a Canine Catastrophe, was a delightful and inspiring read, so I couldn’t wait to dig into this new release, and it didn’t disappoint. With her unique take on the world and her witty humor, Young deals with the perils of living with a husband, two growing sons, and a canine catastrophe named Henry. My favorite story involved a lump of a rising bread dough and yet another trip to the vet (where the dog, I think, must be greeted with shouts of “Henry!” reminiscent of those for “Norm” from Cheers.)

I give this book five stars for the superb writing, for the many times I laughed out loud, and for the moments when tears filled my eyes. You’ll love it, and since it’s free, you can pop over to Amazon right now and download it for yourself. I promise, you won’t be sorry.

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ErinErin Taylor Young is an award-winning humor writer living in a comedy with an all-star cast including one well-meaning husband, two polar opposite sons, and a noncompliant dog. When she isn’t writing or rescuing the dog from mortal danger, she works as an acquisitions editor and author liaison for Serenade Books, a publishing company she helped to found. She’s also the co-creater of Write from the Deep, a podcast and website resource to minister to the hearts of writers.

She has a bachelors degree in art and a masters degree in music, which is mostly inconsequential but makes her sound more reputable. She loves football (Da Bears), photography, and hiking in cool national parks. Learn more about Erin at, where she blogs about writing, God, and her aversion to spiders.

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Robin Patchen lives in Edmond, Oklahoma, with her husband and three teenagers. Her third book, Finding Amanda, released in April, and its prequel, Chasing Amanda, released in July. When Robin isn’t writing or caring for her family, she works as a freelance editor at Robin’s Red Pen, where she specializes in Christian fiction. Read excerpts and find out more at her website,


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The Glimpse

The GlimpseAustin Kelly is about to learn a lesson: Be careful when you pray for God to change you, because He answers prayer.

Even though he’s a Sunday School teacher, Austin’s faith in Jesus Christ is no match for his fear of rejection from others. Lizzie Kelly has more courage than her husband, but struggles to find fulfillment and meaning in her job at their church. The couple’s friends aren’t faring much better. Computer tech Daniel Cabrera fights disappointment with the direction his career has taken, and even more frustration with the church youth he teaches. His wife, Jackie, strives to maintain a sense of control over her life, but it’s quickly faltering. Faced with churches dying across New York City, the four Christian teachers have a cry in their hearts for their lives to make a difference. God answers their cry by throwing them into a world that looks like a nightmare version of the United States. Everything is so similar, yet totally different, starting with the fact that Christians are nearly extinct after decades of persecution. They soon discover it is a fascist nation, where anyone who professes faith in Christ risks their life. The four travelers encounter a group of teenagers that turn out to be one of the last surviving churches, led by their high school teacher, Eric Peterson. With no visible way to get home, Austin, Lizzie and their friends join the underground church in their fight to spread the Gospel while avoiding the National Police. Their task is made even more difficult when revival breaks out in the local high school and draws unwanted attention, but they know they can’t stop until their work is complete and the Lord makes a way for them to go home…if there is one.


In this stunningly timely novel, the reader is given a “Glimpse” of what the future of our country will be like for the next generation if the current generation refuses to teach the uncompromised Word of God. The tale is fictional but the reality of it happening is real. This story is well written with action, intrigue, suspense and with a surprise twist so unpredictable it’ll make your head spin.  The best way to wrap up my review of this novel is with two words – MUST. READ.

Grant Carroll is a freelance writer, playwright, published poet and a member of American Christian Fiction Writers. He is a devoted husband and71pT+V9CFqL._SX150_ a father of five. He and his wife, Nikki, are also the Children’s Pastors at their church in Austin, Texas. His prayer is for his life and writing to impact the world for Christ.

Grant grew up in a little town called Claude, Texas and began writing poetry as a preteen. His poetry was published at age 14, and he began writing professionally in 2005. His first professional work was website product and ad content that he found to be less than inspiring.

In 2007, God placed a burden for the next generation on his heart, and he began writing Christian plays to minster to youth. Late in 2007, he and Nikki started Child Refuge ( to fight sexual abuse through awareness, prevention and empowerment. Grant and Nikki have worked in children’s ministry for over nine years and their greatest joy is seeing kids encounter the living God.


Kara writes supernatural suspense thrillers and is an ACFW Genesis 2013 Finalist in the Mystery/Suspense/Thriller category. BlogPhoto Resized

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The Potluck Club

The Potluck Club


In the small Colorado town of Summit View, a surprising multi-generational mix of women from Grace Church meet once a week to pass a hot dish and to pray. But the Potluck Club, as they call themselves, is a recipe for disaster when they send up enough misinformed prayers to bring down a church. And the funny thing: the more they pray, the more troubles seem to come their way. It isn’t until they invite God to the table that they discover friendship is the spice of life, and a little dash of grace, just like salt, goes a long way.

With charming, down-home characters, humor, poignancy, and a recipe in every chapter, The Potluck Club will keep readers hungering for more.


This surprising read is about six women and their Christian journeys as their weekly “prayer” meetings go from hot dishes and even hotter gossip to the true meaning of prayer and really being there for those you love. As each member and the secrets of their past – pasts they desperately wanted to keep hidden, and what is currently going on behind-the-scenes of their picture perfect homes are thrust into the light, their true friendships, and relationships with God come into question. As the ladies each deal with their own personal turmoil, via their own POV chapters, the reader is taken along this journey with them.

The authors of this book were able to throw in plenty of comedy and romance into this deep and very insightful novel that covers everything from unwed mothers, adultery, abandonment, unforgiveness, and grief. Definitely worth the read.

On, The Potluck Club eBook can now be downloaded for free for a limited time, so pick up yours today and sit down with the ladies of Summit View as they start on a journey they won’t soon forget.


Kara writes supernatural suspense thrillers and is an ACFW Genesis 2013 Finalist in the Mystery/Suspense/Thriller category. BlogPhoto Resized

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That Dog Won’t Hunt by Brandilyn Collins

TDWH-new-front-coverwebToday I’m featuring the fourth novel in the Women of Heart book bundle, Bestselling author Brandilyn Collins’s That Dog Won’t Hunt. I’ve read a few of Brandilyn’s “Seatbelt Suspense” books before, and I loved them. While this story doesn’t contain the type of suspense you often find in Brandilyn’s books, I found it was just as compelling. The characters were multi-faceted and easily likable, and there’s just enough humor to keep you wanting more. Here’s the blurb:

Meet the Dearings, a crazy, loving, boisterous family in small-town Mississippi. There’s mom and dad, three daughters and their families, and the youngest–twenty-five-year-old Ben. Oh, and the family dog, a Yorkie who thinks she’s royalty.

Ben is just sure everyone will love Christina, his new fiancée, when he brings her home for a family reunion. He always did wear rose-colored glasses. Christina loves Ben but secretly fears their relationship will nver work. She hasn’t told him about her horrific past as an only child.

Christina doesn’t know how to trust or be honest about her feelings. Being thrust into the middle of a tight-knit family like the Dearings is sure to send her over the edge. The Dearings are no perfect family, but they know how to love–if only Christina will accept it.

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Here’s a sneak peek at That Dog Won’t Hunt.

Chapter 1

Have mercy, a smell like this in the house could cost Ben his new fiancée. And he and Christina were likely to pull up any minute.

It had been hard enough for Ruth Dearing to keep the place straightened with three daughters—two of them with husbands an
d kids—already home for the family summer reunion. Noise and purses and sunglasses and toys everywhere. Ruth lived for her family to come home. But today things had to look just so. Wasn’t every time that Ben, their youngest, brought home a young woman he said he was going to marry. A “quiet” gal, he’d told Ruth and Sy. “Kinda reserved.” In other words, everything the Dearing family was not. To put it mildly.

Ho boy.

Christina could easily be overwhelmed at this gathering, but no one else in the family seemed the least bit worried. Least of all Ben. But Ruth had been young once, and yes—shy. Even though she and Syton had been in love since high school, Ruth remembered all too well that nerve-wracking first meeting with his parents. Sy’s family had a lot more money than her own, and his parents seemed so intimidating. Still, she’d only had to meet the two of them. Imagine being shoved into this family. Ruth had already warned her daughters to be mindful of Christina’s shyness. And she’d flown about the house today, trying to make everything look perfect.Deskcropweb

Now this horrible stench.

Nose wrinkled, Ruth strode to the doorway leading to the house’s west wing, which contained the grandkids’ play room. “Pogey, get in here and put these shoes on! They’re stinkin’ the kitchen to high heaven!”

At Ruth’s feet, Lady Penelope, her and Sy’s finicky Yorkie, whined. Poor Penny lay on the floor with her paws practically over her nose. Ruth picked her up.

“How do y’all stand that smell?” Ruth turned and frowned at her three daughters playing an animated game of cards in the adjoining family room.

Sarah, Pogey’s mother, sighed. “I’m used to it. Kid’s got the smelliest feet this side of the Mississippi.”

“More like in the whole country.” Maddy placed a card on the table.

“Ah! Liverpool Rummy!” Sarah snatched up the card and laid down her hand, face alight.

“Girl, you are a cheat and a half.” Jess’s clear voice sliced across the room.

“I am not. You’re just lousy at this game.”

“I’m not lousy at anything, thank you very much.”

“Oh, yeah?” Sarah smirked at Maddy. “Remember when she tried to take up the hem of her own prom dress?”

Maddy let out her staccato laugh. “Yeah, she quit about the time it was up to her thighs.”

“Oh, can it, y’all.” Jess threw down her cards. “Besides, Sarah, you were long gone from home then, so how would you know?”

“I had Maddy to feed me information, that’s how.”

Ruth shook her head. Sarah was now thirty-nine, Maddy, thirty-four, and Jess, thirty-two. Loved each other like crazy. But they could still argue just like in the old days.

Ruth turned back toward the play room. She could hear her grandson’s video game still going. At age ten that kid had the fastest thumbs of anyone alive. The girls—Lacey, six, and Alex, five—were quiet as church mice. Probably still coloring. Most of the time those two young cousins got along famously—until they didn’t.



Sarah pushed back her chair and sashayed into the kitchen. “I beat know-it-all Jess again,” she sing-songed. “For the fourth time.”

Jess huffed.

Sarah picked up her son’s offending footwear and made a face. “Pogey, get in here!”


“Try makin’ it in this lifetime!”

The video game silenced. Pogey appeared in the hall, heaving a sigh. He was short for his age, round-cheeked and freckle-faced. Somewhat pudgy. Pogey wore every emotion on his sleeve. As he approached, barefoot, Ruth braced herself for further smells. Penny buried her little doggie snout in Ruth’s chest.

Sarah held the shoes out to her son. “How long since you washed those feet?”

“I took a shower last night.” Pogey’s voice rose in his best “Why me?” tone.

“You know you have to wash ’em twice a day in the summer. Go stick ’em in the tub.” Sarah shoved the shoes into his hands. “And take these outside to the hose.”

“Then they’ll be all wet.”

“Not for long. Just leave ’em in the sun.”

The July day in Justus, Mississippi was steaming hot.

Muttering to himself, Pogey took his shoes and trudged through the kitchen toward the bedroom wing of Ruth and Sy’s rambling house.

Stinky feet and hating to bathe were not a good mix.

Ruth looked to Maddy. “Can you girls put up that card table now? Ben and Christina are fixin’ to be here soon.” And where were Sy and his two sons-in-law, Jake and Don? They should’ve been home and cleaned up from their golf game by now. The whole family needed to be here to welcome the new fiancée.

Sarah patted her mother on the shoulder. “Relax. You don’t need to be so worried about this.”

Maddy stood and began gathering the cards on the table. “Yeah, Mama. This family’s hardly perfect. The sooner Christina figures that out, the sooner she’ll start to fit in. Right, Jess?”

“Speak for yourself about the perfect part.”

Ruth pursed her mouth. Why did her family always accuse her of worrying? It was just that Ben had sounded so ecstatic on the phone when he told her about Christina. “I know we haven’t been datin’ long, Mama,” he said, “but this woman is so incredible. I love her like crazy, and I want to be with her forever. I want her to meet the family and fit right in.”

Just a little pressure.

“I am not worried.”

“Uh-huh.” Sarah gestured with her chin toward the Yorkie. “Then why’re you holding Penny so tight?”

The dog was squirming. Ruth put her down. Penny headed for her bed in the piano corner, nose in the air. She turned in circles on the plush yellow fabric, then flopped down, facing the wall. She’d had enough of humans for a while.

Ruth’s gaze cruised the clean kitchen, searching for anything amiss. She spotted a glass on the counter and walked over to put it in the dishwasher.

Maddy and Jess turned the card table on its side.

“I still say Ben’s too young to get married.” Jess folded in the first metal leg with a clack. “Besides that he tends to fall too hard, too fast. He hardly knows this girl. And she’s only twenty-three.”

Sarah leaned against the kitchen counter. “Oh, don’t get started on the too-young thing again.”

“Well, it’s true.”

“Ben’s twenty-seven. And he makes very good money.”

“He has no idea how to take care of a wife. He’s the one who still needs takin’ care of.”

As the baby of the family and the only boy, Ben had certainly been catered to by his three older sisters. Especially Jess, who was five when he was born. From his birth she’d considered herself Ben’s second mother.

Maddy folded in another table leg. “All wives take care of their husbands. Don would never make it without me.”

“But he takes care of you too.” Ruth picked up a sponge to wipe the spotless counter. “That’s how a good marriage works—each puttin’ the other first.”

Jess threw Maddy a look. “That’s why I’m not married. I have no intention of takin’ care of some man.”

“Lord help the man who marries you.” Sarah wagged her head. “You’re as argumentative as a lawyer.”

“I am a lawyer.”

“Not to mention as picky as Lady Penelope.”

Penny’s ears pricked, but she refused to turn around.

“Yeah?” Jess punched in the last table leg. “And the whole family kowtows to that dog just to keep her happy. Sounds good to me.”

Ruth stopped her sponging. “Don’t call Penny a dog—she might hear you.”

Maddy humphed. “Don’t expect me to do any kowtowing in your direction.”

“Me either,” Sarah said.

The front door opened. Ruth froze. “Is that Ben?”

Jess walked over to stick her head out the family room doorway. “It’s Pogey, carryin’ his shoes outside.” The door slammed shut. Jess waved a hand in front of her nose. “Whew. You can tell he’s been through here.”

“You casting aspersions on my son?” Sarah said.

“With those feet, he manages that all on his own.”

“Careful, little sister. You’ll have kids, too, someday.”

Jess rolled her eyes. “In the next millennium, maybe.”

Maddy picked up the card table. “Listen, Jess, don’t you dare be hard on Christina.”

“So now we’re talking about Christina? And why should I be hard on her anyway?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe ’cause the last time Ben brought a girl home you sent her packin’ in less than twenty-four hours.”

“I did not. They had a fight.”

You caused it.”

Ruth went back to wiping the counter—harder. She was staying out of this one.

Jess snorted. “And just what did I do?”

Sarah put a finger to her cheek. “What do you think, Maddy? Was it tellin’ the girl her roots needed done within two minutes of meetin’ her? Or maybe fillin’ her ears with not-so-flattering stories of ‘Baby Ben.’”

Maddy slid the card table behind the couch. “No, no, it was sneakin’ bacon into her omelet.”

Jess raised her arms. “Who doesn’t eat bacon?”

“She was vegetarian, Jess, and you knew it.”

“Well, there ya go.” Jess looked to her mother for support. Ruth kept wiping. “No vegetarian would ever last in this family. What would we do at reunions, grill tofu instead of ribs? That girl wasn’t right for Ben, and y’all know it. I was the only one willin’ to do somethin’ about it.”

“Maybe you should’ve let Ben decide that.” Sarah wagged her head.

The counter sparkled. Ruth moved to the stove.

“He did.” Jess’s voice lightened. “Soon as he had his eyes opened.”

Ruth set down the sponge and faced her youngest daughter. She couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “Jess, your sisters are right. You need to go easy on Christina. Like you said, she’s young. And she’s an only child, so she’s hardly used to all the goin’s in this house.”

“Oh, I’ll be sweet as pie, Mama. You act like I’m some hardhearted thing.”

“No, you’re far from that. But sometimes you talk first and think later.”

“Yeah, Jess.” Maddy plopped down on the couch. “Like puttin’ the cart before the egg.”

Jess squinted. “Huh?” She, Sarah, and Ruth stared at Maddy, trying to figure what she’d said. Then they burst into cackles.

Maddy wrinkled her brow. “What’d I say now?”

“You said …” Sarah held her sides. She stumbled over to the kitchen table and collapsed into a chair.


“C-cart before the …” Giggles bubbled out of Sarah. “Egg.”

“Oh, Maddy.” Jess folded over, hands on her knees. “That’s your best one yet.”

“Mom!” Maddy turned to Ruth, like she used to do as a kid. “They’re makin’ fun of me again.”

Ruth fell into a chair beside Sarah, laughing too hard to answer. For years Maddy had spouted mixed metaphors, never realizing what she’d said. She could come up with some doozies. But Jess was right—this one took the cake.

Oh, goodness, Ruth’s sides hurt.

Sarah wiped her eyes. “Maddy, darling, it’s cart before the horse. Or which came first, the chicken or the egg?”

Maddy pulled in her mouth. “Well, mine’s much better.”

Ruth and Maddy’s two sisters started laughing all over again.

“Fine then, y’all just cackle away.” Maddy strode through the kitchen toward the play room. “I’m gonna go sit with the girls.”

Poor Maddy. Ruth worked her mouth, trying to get hold of herself. She almost made it—until she caught Sarah’s eye. They fell into chortles all over again.

Maddy called from down the hall. “I still hear you!”

A faint rumbling sounded in Ruth’s ears—the garage door rolling up. “Oh.” She hiccupped and straightened. It still took time to get herself under control. “The boys are home.” Finally.

A sudden wail exploded from the play room. “That’s my page!” Alex’s high voice.

“It’s not, I saw it first!” Lacey.

“Stop it, you two.” Maddy sounded extra firm, likely still irritated over being laughed at. “There’s plenty coloring books.”

“I had it first!” Alex insisted.

At the end of the long hall, the door leading into the garage opened. Male voices sounded in a friendly argument about the golf game.

Lacey shrieked. The men’s voices cut off.

Ruth hurried toward the play room, meeting her husband, Sy, in the hall. He was solidly built and stood at six-two, a good foot taller than she. Fortunately the girls had gotten his height. Sy was flushed and sweaty, his thick gray-white hair damp at the ends. But that face of his—the face she’d loved since high school—was just as handsome. Sy’s blue eyes met hers. “What’s goin’ on?”

Ruth lifted a shoulder.

He stuck his head into the play room. “Hey!” The word boomed. “Who’s yellin’ in here?”

Ruth came up behind him and peered into the room.

“It’s Lacey.” Alex folded her arms. “She stole my colorin’ page.”

Sy drew to his full height in the doorway, one hand on either side of the threshold. “I got an idea. I can take all your colorin’ books and send you to your rooms. That what you want?”

That was Ruth’s Sy. Loving and compassionate—and a strong disciplinarian.

Alex gave one of her famous pouts, her light eyebrows practically meeting. She swooshed a golden strand of hair off her face. “No.”

“No either.” Lacey glared at the table.

“All right then. Stop fightin’, or I’m back here faster ‘n’ a hot knife through butter.”

The girls eyed each other, then silently picked up crayons. Maddy mouthed Thank you to her dad. She definitely had her problems with making her daughter, Alex, behave at times.

The three men and Ruth headed into the kitchen, Maddy following. She poked her husband in the shoulder. “How’d you do?” At five-ten, Don stood only about an inch taller than his wife. His sandy hair had a buzz cut, and his blaze-blue eyes looked even bluer against a summer tan.

“Great. Won the game, of course.”

Jake, Sarah’s husband, shook his head. “Only because you moved the ball that time.” Jake was an insurance salesman—and looked the part. Tall and lanky, he had jet black hair and wore wire rim glasses.

“I did not move a ball.”

“I saw you. Didn’t he, Sy?”

Sy raised his hands. “Don always moves a ball. That’s how he wins.”

Don shot them both looks. “You guys just can’t stand to lose.”

Jake and Sy answered at the same time, and soon all three men were trying to out-talk each other. Out spilled the story of their long, hot golf game, and who shot what on which hole—no, that was an exaggeration—no, it was not. Soon Sarah and Maddy joined in, and the noise level rose. Ruth could only laugh—then cover her ears. She loved having all the family home, but oh, the hullaballoo! The kitchen filled with the smell of sweaty men on top of the lingering odor of Pogey’s sneakers. In the midst of all that, another shriek came from the play room, followed by a hissed “Be quiet, you want Granddad to take our colors?”

The phone rang. Somehow Ruth managed to hear it. She wound through all the bodies in the kitchen to answer. “Hello?” She put a hand over her other ear to shut out the mayhem.

“Hey, Mama!” It was Ben. “Just lettin’ you know we’re a few miles from the house.”

“Oh.” Oh, no. The family wasn’t ready. The men still sweaty, Lacey and Alex mad at each other, Pogey’s smelliness still lingering, and everyone carrying on …

“Mama? You got a party goin’ on there without me?” Ben’s mock indignation wrapped around an obvious grin. He sounded so excited, happier than Ruth had heard him for a long time. Ruth could picture him in his car, telling Christina how great everything would be. Ben had a way of looking at the world through rose-colored glasses—and could be surprised and hurt when things turned gray.

Oh, Lord, please let this all work out.

“Well, you know how it is.” She nearly had to shout.

“So get ’em all out on the lawn to meet my Christina. The grand moment’s here, and I want to see y’all lined up nice and pretty.”

Nice and pretty? Ho boy.

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Write a Novel in 10 Minutes a Day

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Author and home schooling mother of five (yes, five!) children, Katharine Grubb wasn’t going to let a little thing like not having enough hours in the day stop her from writing her books. So she figured out a way to write her novel in ten minute increments.

Having home schooled myself, I can imagine what that looks like. Get all the kids settled down with schoolwork, then run to the computer to write. Ten minutes later—if you’re lucky—one of the kids has a question, and you stop to deal with it. All day long, I imagine Katharine deals with kids, turns to the computer to write, then gets interrupted again. Who could write a book that way?

Katharine could. In fact, she could write a few that way, and one of the books she fashioned in ten minute increments is ironically called, Write a Novel in Ten Minutes a Day.

I’ll admit it: I was skeptical. But I decided I’d better take a look at her book, since I’m a member of her Facebook group and a follower of her website, and wow, if you want to write a novel, you need this book. 

Not only will you find strategies to maximize your time, but Katharine has filled the book with exercises that will take you from, “I want to write a novel” to “The End”—all in short increments. She explores everything from brainstorming and plotting (or not) to finishing the first draft and editing. Katharine doesn’t miss a step. The best part is that each of the exercises is designed to fit into your schedule.

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And with all that great stuff, I think my favorite thing about this book is all the fantastic quotes Katharine has in there. Or maybe it’s her funny, sometimes snarky voice. I love a great author voice, and just because it’s nonfiction doesn’t mean it has to be boring.

Whether you’re a time-crunched author or not, the exercises in this book will help you become a better novelist. I highly recommend it.

And after you’ve bought the book, pop over to Katharine’s website, 10 Minute Novelists, and sign up for her occasional newsletters. Then join her Facebook Group, 10 Minute Novelists, where you’ll connect with other time-strapped writers.

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Until the Harvest by Sarah Loudin Thomas

Take this journey of broken souls restored and tentative hearts brought fully to life.

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Bethany House Publishers

When a family tragedy derails Henry Phillips’s college studies, he’s left unmoored and feeling abandoned. Although Henry tries to find escape in bad company, the only things that can tamp down his anger and grief are the family farm, his fiddle, and sweet but unusual pre-teen Mayfair Hoffman.

Unfortunately, Mayfair’s older sister, Margaret, with the freckles and cute, turned-up nose, has the opposite effect. Worse, she’s his grandmother’s housekeeper and helper, so she’s always around and ready to push his buttons. At first he thinks she doesn’t care about his loss, before beginning to understand she’s facing her own struggles. Mayfair’s health and unique gift sit at the heart of those worries, and Henry and Margaret soon find themselves relying on each other as both Henry’s future and Mayfair’s life are put at risk.

My Review

A captivating story of lessons learned, growing faith, and the power of love. Until the Harvest is a beautiful reminder of how different the world could be if we all strove to be more like Jesus. 

Henry Phillips longs to redo the last night he had with his father. His new-found responsibility as provider to his mom and grandmother has him looking for solutions in all the wrong places. On his reckless journey between young adult and man, he befriends Margaret and her younger sister, Mayfair, a diabetic preteen with a special gift. As Henry finds his life’s purpose, he stumbles upon truth–a truth that sets him free.

I recommend this book to anyone who enjoyed Miracle In a Dry Season by Sarah Loudin Thomas, to anyone searching for a unique story line, and to those who believe in the power of healing.

I gave this book 4.5 stars!

~Review by Candice Sue Patterson

_______________________________________________________________________________Sarah Loudin Thomas

Sarah Loudin Thomas is a fund-raiser for a children’s ministry who has also published freelance writing for Now & Then magazine, as well as the Asheville Citizen-Times. She holds a bachelor’s in English from Coastal Carolina University and is the author of the acclaimed novel Miracle in a Dry Season. She and her husband reside in Asheville, North Carolina. Visit her online a