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Blogmas 2018 – Day 15 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
Today’s post is an excerpt from Christmas Day of 1944 in my unpublished novel, Rocks and Flowers in a Box: We stepped into a winter wonderland after the service concluded. White dusted our shoulders as we made our way to the Speedster. When we reached the car, we stopped and looked at the heavens. “This…
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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 1 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018
Incorporating history into historical fiction is fun. With Christmas on the verge, I am loving writing Christmas scenes right now. In my current work in progress novel, Rocks and Flowers in a Box, there is a scene in 1944 at Christmas where the two main characters put on Bing Crosby’s “I’ll Be Home for Christmas”…
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Excerpt from Hannah’s Rainbow: Every Color Beautiful (Chapter 3)
While the summer of 1918 was rough because of one childhood illness after another, Hannah enjoyed the last two weeks outside before school resumed. Ma had a piano in the living room, which she seldom played, but Hannah began taking lessons on it. The busyness of raising a family afforded her little time to devote…
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Excerpt from Rocks and Flowers in a Box (WIP)
When I rested a hand on his warm back, and a snore elicited from his mouth, my lips eased into a smile. Tristan shifted, then stirred. He blinked open his brilliant blue eyes and found me. “Lorna.” He licked his lips, thirsty, unsure. He sat up. My hand flopped to my side. “Are you okay?”…
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Excerpt from Rocks and Flowers in a Box (WIP)
I sighed, hating the stinging of tears in my eyes. I debated on whether to follow Tristan, but a moment later, the sound of his heavy footsteps up the stairs told me he was secluding himself and would likely bury himself in his writing for several hours, if not for the rest of the day…
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Excerpt from Rocks and Flowers in a Box (WIP)
When Macy showed up at my side door with a large pot and an equally big smile, a subdued John standing behind her, I let them in graciously. “What did you bring?” I asked. “It smells wonderful.” Macy set the pot on my stove and turned on the burner. “Just some of my infamous vegetable…