Well, I've got a new header on my website to go with the new look of the third book!
For all local Portagers, I would love to see you at the library this Friday between 4:30-6:30. Come stick your name in for a draw, and there will also be my other two books available in case you need to do a bit of Christmas shopping for the readers in your lives! :0)

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Once upon a time, a not-so-young teacher was making her weary way home after an intense day at school. Pulling up to a four-way stop sign, she waited a brief second as the man on her right went, then she pulled straight ahead. Immediately thereafter, her heart nearly jumped through her skin as an ear-splitting siren started right behind her. Red and blue lights flashed in her rearview mirror.  
 Her left hand (already injured) smacked against the driver’s side window in shock and after a slight levitation of the body, the right foot accidentally hit the gas. She jerked to the right, nearly nailing the Youth For Christ building at the edge of the road.
“Oh my goodness! I didn’t know a police car was right behind me. What did I do? I stopped!”
            Before she had time to think farther, a dark blue sedan immediately in front of her, suddenly started both shrieking sirens and flashing lights. The shock made the teacher hit both the brake and gas at the same time, while further nailing the sidewalk along the YFC building.
“I’m boxed in by the police,” the teacher thought in dismay, “Boy! Never pick your nose in public!”
JOKE! I was NOT picking my nose at the time. However the rest of the story is true. In despair I stayed pulled over, as I waited for the police to get out, while frantically trying to think what I could have done. Thankfully, they both made turns right around me, and sped off, leaving me sitting thinking – “Oh, guess it wasn’t me after all – but I’ll still never pick my nose in public!”
I’m too high strung to handle loud noises around me unexpectedly without adverse reactions. As I shakily pulled home a few minutes later,  I got out still quivering with shock, and promptly tripped on my front step. So the left hand and foot that was just starting to heal, slid backwards several paces in the ‘feel good’ department! Welcome to my world!  (minus the plug in - already tried that before. Shocking experience, too.)

I never get tired of watching the Manitoba sky. It constantly changes, has many moods, but is always there. 

My thoughts can be like those clouds. Sometimes bright, sometimes cloudy - but if I wait long enough, the sun comes out and the entire effect changes. 

As my third book gets close to the publishing printshop, I vacillate between anxiety and the thrill that it will be good. I had to share some dark moments - but who hasn't had those in their life? But like my MB clouds, God has the sunshine still there behind it all.

Well, folks, the third book is getting closer. I have 3 options on the cover, so thought I'd see what strikes your fancy. I'm not great with tech, so ended up just taking a screenshot of the three covers, so they aren't great, but it gives you an idea of what my cover could be. You can facebook, email or answer via this website as to whether you think the title and cover look better for #1 (waves) #2 (dock) or #3 (girl with scarf). Titles and covers are harder for me than writing the entire book is!

Win a chance to get your name, or the name of your choice added in as a minor character in my third book!
How? Either send me a design, or your thoughts on what would look great for the cover of this title:

         Troubles, Trials and Trust
It can be actual physical things, or abstract design - but what would make this title pop out because of the cover, and yet go well with the other two books in the series?
There is a spot on my website that you can contact me, or email your ideas to: skglobetrotter@hotmail.com. If using email, be sure to put "Contest Design" in the subject line.
Have fun, and looking forward to what good ideas others might have. I can write a whole book, but titles and covers - yuck!

As my first two books are selling, many people ask the same question: "How do you remember it all?"
There's two simple answers. My memory and my diaries. I'd say close to 3/4  of the stories I write, I remember. The rest of it comes out of the diaries I've been keeping all these years. What I don't remember, as soon as I start skimming through the diaries, I'll say, "Oh yes, I remember that!"
So I thought you'd like a view of the battered little trunk I've been hauling around the world all these years just waiting for their chance to be used.
As you can see, there's still a pile of stories waiting to be told! :0)