tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2013965850865109272011-07-28T09:10:25.890-07:00"A day with prayer...seldom unravels."Valerie Anne Faulknerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17044731949056215113noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-201396585086510927.post-55745970042934176302009-06-18T09:04:00.000-07:002009-06-18T09:25:00.101-07:00

This isn’t exactly a newsletter...I will try and work on that for July. This is one of those mid-month notes. The kind where I stop everything because I have to tell you something, now!As you all know, I made a promise a few years back to ‘tell the stories’...and I have been obedient in keeping my word. Almost every day I get my chance to tell somebody about the miracles Bill and I have shared.

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The Story of Edgar Sawtellemy version My husband Bill, has always loved to read. I remember the very first time I laid eyes on him...he was reading. Over the years I believe he’s probably averaged a book a week and there were times I felt like hitting him over the head with his books. You know, those times when I wanted him to do something...anything besides sit around in comfort and silence,

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Temperatures are in the 70’s.November’s officially arrived. From my view point, my back porch, I see the Florida foliage has slowly but surely changed in color. We’ve turned off the air conditioners-and evenings are almost cool enough for hearty winter meals. “Stew?” Bill asks. “Hummm…Not that hearty,” I reply. “Like everybody else, we better get energized. The holiday’s are just around the bend-

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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 5, 2008Valerie Anne Faulkner Author Pen Name: Valerie Anne FaulknerCA: What genre(s) do you write? Why do you write the stories that you write?Valerie: My first novel, “I Must Be in Heaven, a promise kept,” is ‘a true, inspirational love story’ and has just been published in paper back. You ask why I have written this particular story…Well, I never considered writing a book,

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It’s August. The sun is high, and not a cloud mars the blue sky. I take a moment and thank God for the huge old oak tree with limbs stretching across my yard. Today it’s offering me just enough shade as I retreat, laptop in hand to my favorite spot . . . the back porch. I check my notes and prepare my imaginary road map. It’s time for my “‘virtual jaunt” up north to interview another author!

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Bah, our summer and all its wonder is approaching the finish line. Barbecued ribs and corn on the cob have too soon been gobbled up. Fishing. Swimming. Camping. Humph. It was fun. But now a new day fills the horizon; a new season draws near. It’s September. Oh . . . it’s September!The alarm clock screams, “Up and at ’em!” Fix the kids’ lunches. Get them ready for school. Toss them their backpacks

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On a recent visit to the local bookstore, I was struck by the variety of posters advertising the works of writers’ souls and gifted imaginations. Words likeBEST SELLER. AWARD WINNER. BOOK OF THE YEAR! screamed, “I have a story to tell!” The books were colorfully arranged, each hoping to stand out in the crowd. I marveled at the assortment. Then popping out of the group as though waving to me, I

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Originally published July-2008, Christian Fiction Online Magazine.Interview with Robert Liparulo ByValerie Anne FaulknerWhile sitting on my back porch, enjoying the gorgeous day, I gather my thoughts and get ready for my virtual escapade across the country. I imagine it will take a couple days on the road. Jeep-check.Hubby-check.Jake (my dog)-check. Let’s go! First stop, Colorado.Having received

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From: Valerie’s Desk…I just wanted to thank Dahris Clair, president of Florida Writer’s Association-New Port Richey Chapter, and Author of “The House on Slocum Road,” for organizing the Book Fair at New Port Richey Library, yesterday. Arriving:When I signed up to attend the Book Fair I considered things like, how many books should I bring? Then, I thought about how many books I might sell?

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I give up... It's incurable!I just can’t help myself! I have to share… Bill, (that’s my husband) worked literally overtime on getting my book published. The proof copy was so good we placed an order. So, this past Tuesday, the driver delivered our first “one hundred” books via U.P.S. you know how I love that truck… and when I saw the two big boxes, my heart fluttered and it felt like Christmas.

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May 11th... in the year of 1968, was a Saturday. I married my true love that day at 3:00 in the afternoon... We spent eleven wonderful days together; then he left for Vietnam.Years later: 2005.... I almost lost my sweetheart; a severe brain injury. It was then, I promised to tell the stories. About life, the miracles, our faith which held us together, through out our marriage and beyond. I wrote:

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Amen,again.Picture the darkness of night;My eyes open slight.I tossed and I turned. Couldn’t sleep; for I yearnedFor; a moment in time.That singular instantI had prayed, I had cried.I wondered; Had, He heard me?Would He, be satisfied?Had I spoke clear enough…Did I say the right word?Did I need to scream out? Praise God, Thank you Lord!--------------------------------------------------------------

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Infamous Jake A friend when I needed one… He plays himself; in “I Must Be in Heaven, a promise kept.” Wanting a large breed dog, but needing one that would be gentle, with our grandkids, Hubby and I checked the internet and researched the different breeds for personality traits, needs, and compatibility. After considering all the types of dogs available, our family decided on a Labrador

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Part One:After meeting an author on ‘Edgy Christian Fiction Lovers’ website I decided to participate in a Mother’s Day promo for his book. There were a few requirements but they generally seemed… simple enough.One would be; I’d have to write a review. The book would arrive at my doorstep… I’d read it. Then next, pass it on to someone as a gift, for Mother’s Day. I thought about it; read the rest

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Sometimes I’ve felt so naïve about this great big gigantic world of writing, and I’ve wondered; what’s a nice girl like me doing in a strange unknown place like this… the publishing world.I had walked in, sat down, and made myself comfortable. I had felt I had enough information to think I could play this game. After all, look at how many people are writing and succeeding. So with a story… a

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