What
dreams have been realized as a result of your writing?
Hmmm . . . dreams are
elusive creatures. When I was growing up, I didn’t dream of being a writer (my
dad had quite a speech about how he refused to support a starving artist, even
though at that time I aspired to become a concert pianist). But when I was
about eight years into my teaching/school librarian career, approaching thirty,
fiddling with putting words on paper, I had visions of doing something
different with my life even though teaching is a noble, worthwhile profession
and it’s what I had gone to college to do.
So I suppose writing, and eventually getting
published, ushered me into a new phase of my life even though I had no idea at
the time how that phase would materialize. I felt my way along. It’s only
looking back that I realize my life is so very different than I believed it
would be when I graduated from college. It boggles my mind that my words have
gone all over the world and have been read by gazillions of people I will never
meet. And even now that my early books are technically out of print, I’m still
hearing from readers who’ve discovered them in used bookstores or online. The
digital age has once again changed my writing life, because now my royalty
statements show that nearly two-thirds of my sales come from e-books.
And digital versions of earlier books that would have disappeared after they
went out of print are still selling now, and theoretically will be available
for sale forever. This is huge!
So, while I had to put away dreams of wowing
audiences in concert halls because my wee-little hands just wouldn’t
stretch to fit the “bigger” pieces, the pen—the computer keyboard—are very much
within my grasp. Writing gave me a way to reach an audience, to express myself,
to create. And for that, I’m so very thankful.
Do
you have any tattoos?
Nope, no way. Don’t like needles. Don’t like
tattoos. Don’t like piercings. I’ll stop there!
If
you could eat only one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
It would be a very,
very boring life, that’s what! I love to cook and I love to eat a lot of
different foods, so if for some reason I had to limit myself to one item . . .
oh, just shoot me and put me out of my misery, will you?
However, forced to
choose, I would go with pizza . . . because pizza has a lot of different stuff
on it. Love the tomato sauce, love olives and bell peppers and mushrooms on it,
love love love the cheese. Don’t waste any pepperoni on me, though. If
there’s meat, it’s gotta be sausage or ham—or shrimp.
How did I do at
evading that question?
HARVEST OF BLESSINGS
by Charlotte Hubbard
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
BLURB:
The tranquil
little town of Willow Ridge is facing a startling challenge. Wealthy Nora Glick
Landwehr is determined to make it her home again—and put her past to rest. Cast
out by her own family, Nora can’t reconcile with Old Amish ways or her strict
father. But she’ll do anything to help her community embrace the future . . .
and make amends to the daughter she had to give up. She certainly has no time
for her reckless new neighbor Luke Hooley. They disagree about almost
everything. And how can she trust him if he always seems to believe the worst
about her? Somehow, though, his unexpected support and passionate heart are
helping her find her own way in faith. And Nora will discover that even in the
face of insidious lies and unyielding judgment, God creates unexpected chances
for forgiveness—and love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
EXCERPT
Nora focused on Miriam through
her tears. “I’ve really, really made a mess of things, haven’t I?”
Miriam stepped forward to wrap
her sturdy arms around Nora’s shoulders. “Now you’re talkin’ like the gentle,
sweet Nora I remember,” she murmured. “You’re on the right path, but it’s not
gonna be a walk in the park. When ya left, your dat insisted that none of us
speak about ya ever again, and he’s maintainin’ that silence now. Your mamm,
bless her heart, is out of bed for the first time in months, so excited that
she saw ya.”
Nora eased away from the embrace
that felt so heavenly, so welcoming. “She knew me?”
“For sure and for certain.”
Miriam’s face creased with her smile. “You’ll always be her little girl, Nora.
And your little girl is the spittin’ image of ya when ya went away.”
While that information formed a
sweet, sentimental picture in her mind, it didn’t make her situation any
easier. “What’ll I do?” Nora whispered. “How can I tell Millie about why I left
her with Atlee and Lizzie? And what if she won’t have anything to do with me,
or—”
“One thing at a time,” Miriam
murmured. “If God has brought ya to this situation, He’ll get ya through it. Ya
believe that, don’t ya?”
Nora sensed she was being tested,
yet hadn’t she known she would have to deal with the Old Order faith if she was
to reconcile with her family? “He’s about the only chance I’ve got left, ain’t
so?”
The words sounded lame as they
tumbled from her mouth, yet Miriam’s lips quirked. “Most of us find ourselves
in that position at some time in our lives. But when you’ve landed at the
bottom of the pit, the only way to go is up.” She glanced toward the back
window. “Ben just went into the smithy. Let’s go introduce ya.”
Nora wasn’t all that comfortable
with spilling her story to a total stranger, but she didn’t argue. “Ben’s your
husband now—Luke and Ira’s brother, right?” she asked as they stepped out into
the pale daylight. “Some of the stuff those guys told me yesterday might not
have sunk in. I was pretty tired by the time the moving van pulled out.”
“That doesn’t mean Ben’ll have
any control over what they’ll say this morning,” Miriam added with a short
laugh. “He’s a gut man, though. He’s a preacher now, on account of how your
dat’s retired because of his failin’ health—”
Nora sighed as they approached
the small white smithy she remembered from her childhood. “I had no idea he and
Mamma were doing so poorly,” she remarked. “I wondered about them and Millie
the whole time I was away, but one thing and another kept me from getting here
any sooner.”
AUTHOR Bio and
Links:
Drawing upon her experiences in Jamesport, the largest Old Order Amish
community west of the Mississippi, longtime Missourian Charlotte Hubbard writes
of simpler times and a faith-based lifestyle in her Seasons of the Heart
series. Like her heroine, Miriam Lantz Hooley, Charlotte considers it her
personal mission to feed people. Faith and family, farming and food
preservation are hallmarks of her lifestyle. She’s a deacon, a dedicated church
musician and choir member, and when she’s not writing, she loves to try new
recipes, crochet, and sew. Charlotte now lives in Minnesota with her husband
and their border collie.
Seasons of
the Heart, Book 5
Zebra (February 24, 2015)
ISBN-13: 9781420133097 •• ISBN-10: 1420133098
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Zebra (February 24, 2015)
ISBN-13: 9781420133097 •• ISBN-10: 1420133098
Click on these links to buy this book now!
• The Book Depository •• Amazon •• Barnes & Noble •
• B-A-M •• Chapters •• IndieBound •• Powell’s •• Kensington Books •
Ebook: • Kensington Books •• Kindle •• Kobo •• iBooks •
Facebook page = Charlotte.Hubbard1
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Comments?? Questions??
Enjoyed reading your interview today.
ReplyDeleteThanks for spending some of your time with me today, Karen!
DeleteAgree with you completely on the questions!
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Hi, Trix! Good to see you here today!
DeleteRachel, thanks so much for featuring my book on your blog today!
ReplyDeleteGreat excerpt, sounds like a good read.
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