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A Year in Review…and Looking Forward
In 2018, I… finished two manuscripts (fifth and sixth) completed about half of my seventh manuscript edited my third manuscript with the help of my writers group published my third book attended a writers conference at my local library for the second time attended the Algonkian Pitch Conference in New York City got feedback from…
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Blogmas 2018 – Day 14 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
Today I share with you an excerpt from one of my unpublished novels, Rocks and Flowers in a Box. Below is a Christmas scene from 1945: Tristan and I lounged on the couch. My eyes lingered on the tree, the warm glow of the strands of lights the only source of illumination in the living…
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Blogmas 2018 – Day 13 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
Today I am singing “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.” Only 12 days till Christmas! https://www.facebook.com/plugins/video.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fcyndi.hilston%2Fvideos%2F10152956060905030%2F&show_text=0&width=634
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Blogmas 2018 – Day 12 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
https://www.facebook.com/plugins/video.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fcyndi.hilston%2Fvideos%2F10154756953580030%2F&show_text=0&width=560 Merry Christmas!! As a gift to you, I’m sharing with you a part of a Christmas chapter from my story, Hannah’s Rainbow, which is based on my late grandma’s life. I recreated what a typical Christmas morning was like at my house when growing up and Grandma would spend the night. While…
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Blogmas 2018 – Day 5 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
‘Tis the season… To be jolly? To go into debt? To give. Because God first gave to us His son, Jesus. In the midst of the craziness of shopping, stressing, overspending, and stressing some more, it’s easy to lose sight of what matters. Whether you’re Christian or not, whatever reason you celebrate Christmas–whether religious, secular,…
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Blogmas 2018 – Day 3 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
The soft glow of candlelight illuminates the sanctuary while we sing “Silent Night.” A reverent awe flows through the atmosphere, seeming to carry everyone present to a higher, deeper level. After the service ends, stepping outside into the chill of the air as snow gently falls adds to that magical quality. It’s dark and the…
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Poetry Tuesday – Out There
As the dim winter morning sun shines Upon the jagged, ice-peaked mountains, I glanced at the other side of the sky And can still see glittering stars… And beyond that–infinite beauty That radiates under my skin, Into my soul. And from this moment, I know A glistening truth Long hidden and forgotten By most people.…
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Passion, Love, Memories Speak Across Time – How Vincent Van Gogh’s Life Inspires
Yesterday’s room next door–that feeling of being in a room, separated by a simple wall that might as well be a chasm, from the room right next door, only that room belongs to yesterday. The echoes of voices, the dim music, words on yellowed paper, dried paint, a brush of a kiss, the faded picture…
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Remembering Grandpa by Creating Him
We stood in the basement of my grandma’s old house, the place I visited every Sunday afternoon as a child. I was now an adult. While I knew she had passed away years ago, as had the man with me, the moment felt so real. The security of his arms around me, the steady rise…