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I Wrote A Book And It'll Be In Print This Winter

I haven't posted in a couple weeks and then BAM! I change this whole blog around and have crazy news.

If you've been following my blog for a while, you probably noticed that I started mentioning my book, It Took a War. It was only mentioned a handful of times on this blog...

Well, after much prayer (in which I'm learning to give God all my worry and anxiety over this huge venture) I'm going to be publishing it this winter!! Crazy, what? (Sorry, I've been reading too much P.G. Wodehouse!)

So, I decided it was time to change up my blog design. It's vintage which is perfect for a historical fiction writer! I even got myself a brand spankin' new URL. See that up there? Fancy, isn't it? You can still type the old URL and be directed back here.

Here's a little smorgasbord of It Took a War for you.
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I'm pretty excited. Actually more like extremely excited. God is so good!

Stay tuned!


Faces and Snippets of It Took a War

It Took a War is written from multiple points of view. I could be in the minds of Joe and Lucas on the battle field and camp, but also back home with Joe's sisters and mother. If I got stuck on one character, there was always another mind to pry into. That being said, let me introduce you to Joe's family. (If you have no idea who Joe is, read THIS post.) I tossed in some snippets to jazz this post up. =)

Coralie is thirteen years old and is quite put out when her brother marches off the war. Joe and Coralie are very close and she feels like she's being torn apart from her best friend. She and Joe have a strong dislike for their cousin, Lucas, and she isn't afraid to tell him so.

While mama left the room to find Isabelle, silence wrapped around the kitchen, making every small noise that one usually doesn't hear sound like thunder. The floorboards creaked and the wind whistled through the window causing the curtains to softly dance. The fire snapped and crackled as a pot boiled over it and the faint sound of Isabelle’s footsteps upstairs could be heard. Joe shifted in his seat. Coralie looked up, caught him staring at her and swiftly peered down at her book again.
“Stop that, Coralie.”
She calmly lifted her eyes and shut the book. The fragrance of old paper drifted around her face as she did so. “Stop what?” 
“Glaring at me."

Lucas is a crook, a fighter and an all around rogue. He absolutely despises living with his aunt and cousins. No one likes him. He is haunted by his past, and just can't seem to get on the right path.

Lucas couldn't quite believe that he got a letter. He sat behind his tent the next day, his shoulders and back aching as he flipped the white envelope over in his hands. It was certainly addressed to him and in the corner was his cousin, Coralie’s name. Why on earth is she writing to me? He was almost scared to open it for this was so unlike Coralie to make any kind of reference of him being alive.


Genevieve Roberts is Joe, Coralie and Isabelle's mother. There are only a handful of parts in the story that are told from her POV. She's the only one who has sympathy for Lucas in the Roberts family. 

Genevieve looked down at the shirts on her lap and felt her heart tighten. “I wonder why Lucas hasn't written,” she said aloud. Coralie didn’t look up. She continued to read as she gripped the edges of her book. “You did send the letter I gave you, didn’t you Coralie?”


And here's Joe's littlest sister, Isabelle. She's only four and doesn't have a POV in the book. She's a ray of sunshine in the dark, war torn world. Here's a snippet that she's in:

She settled herself in the corner and, to Joe’s chagrin, started singing loudly as she spun around with her doll, “All around the cobbler's house, the monkey chased the people. And after them in double haste, Pop! goes the weasel!”
Joe buried his head in his arms and moaned. If all afternoon was going to be this dull, he wasn’t sure he could survive. 
“Joe, listen to this rhyme!” Isabelle ran over to him. Her face was aglow with excitement as she recited, “Hickory, dickory, dock, the mouse ran up the clock; the clock struck one, the mouse ran down; hickory, dickory, dock!” She stared at him with wide eyes, waiting to be praised for such an astonishing performance.
Joe patted her head, “You’re a very clever little girl, Izzy.”

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Let Me Introduce You to Joseph Roberts

Let me introduce you to Joseph Roberts, the main character in my book, It Took a War. You can call him Joe. That's what his mother and sisters call him. Or you can call him Roberts like his comrades do.

The year is 1861. Joe is fifteen and his everyday life looks like this: he works at his family's store, gets his sisters in trouble for taking them on boyish escapades and is always quarreling with his cousin, Lucas, who lives with them. It's a dull life as far as he's concerned and so when war is declared, he enlists and becomes a solider in 11th Pennsylvania Volunteers. But war is nothing like he imagined, and to make matters worse, he must endure having his rogue of a cousin in the same regiment. Poor Joe. But it's good for him, really. God teaches him so much over the course of the war.

Joe kinda looks like Augustus Prew. I've only seen Augustus Prew in Copperhead which is a Civil War movie so if my Joe ever made it to the silver screen, Mr. Prew just might do. 
(I didn't even mean for that to rhyme!)

What do you think of Joe? Would you like me to introduce you to his family and friends?