- American Christian Fiction Writers
- Heart of America Christian Writers’ Network
- Indie Writers Alliance
- Kansas Authors Club
- Oklahoma Writers Federation, Inc.
'To write something that brings a smile or initiates thought is truly one of life's pleasures.'
Arlene has written for newspapers, magazines and Christian periodicals for over thirty years. In 2010, her first non-fiction book, Devoted to Traveling, was published by AWOC Publishers. The book traces the author's travels throughout the world. In 2011, her first novel, A Plane Tree in Provence, was released, and a Christian novel, Angel on My Shoulder, was released. In 2012, Arlene published The Cape Elizabeth Ocean Avenue Society, the second book in the Plane Tree series, followed by Sarah's Choice in 2014. All books are available in paperback or as e-books.
“For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land”
-Song of Solomon 2:11-12 (NRSV)
Spring has arrived on the prairie. Love the first flowers and trees. Makes a person want to clean out, renew, get started on new projects, but most of all to listen to the sounds of lands rebirth.
I am excited to report that the fourth book in The Plane Tree in Provence series is now available in both paperback and digital. Take a look at The “Casting” of Wendy Holcomb at https://www.amazon.com/dp/1544642237/ or https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/713761 and see what you think. My daughter at Tallgrass Studios has created yet another award winning cover. This book details the impending acting career of Wendy and all the problems and challenges associated with it. There is one more book in this series and then onward to another brand new series.
Once again, I am in the planning stage of another visit to coastal Maine. While there, I will work on the new novel as well as a revised edition of Devoted to Traveling. Get out and enjoy spring and I wish you success with your “to do” list for spring renewing.
Goodness, spring came and left, summer came and left, fall is trying it’s best to arrive amidst temps still in the eighties. The summer was a tough one for me as I lost my brother to cancer. We grew up like twins as we are only eleven months apart in age. He was my best friend and always kept me on the grounded during life’s challenges. Jerald always had my back and was so supportive of my writing and anything else I tried in life. He was always quick with the compliments, advice, and when he thought I needed a good talking to – he did that also. The most important thing he taught me was “forgiveness”. I have to admit I leaned on him for this and now that he is gone I’m having a struggle with it once again. We talked every weekend and the last year of his life every Friday. I still have an urge to call him each Friday. Some tell me that never goes away.
Once again, I traveled to Maine in June. My good friend, Bonnie Dakan travels with me most of the time and this year we stayed ten glorious days at our rented beach house at Higgins Beach, Maine. The weather was perfect in every way with highs in the 70s and lows in the 40s. Nothing like snuggling under the covers listening to the roar of thrashing waves against the sea bank within ten feet of our back door. I completed the first edit on my new novel, The “casting” of Wendy Holcomb, along with reading two books which is something I rarely have time to do at home. We ate plenty of lobster, found some new wonderful restaurants, and attended Anything Goes at the Ogunquit Playhouse. The play was a welcomed highlight to our trip with third-row seats and a professional cast. We visited Perkins Cove after the theater and had a delightful dinner of lobster while watching the sail boats drift in the ocean.
This summer has thrown the nation into chaos over electing a new president. From all the bickering, name-calling, and personal attacks on moral behavior it has been a very stressful campaign. I can’t wait until this next two weeks is over and we can once again concentrate on other things. I try to focus on the fact that God has a plan and is in charge of all – so we need to sit back and pray for his guidance in all matters.
Now at summer’s end, I am into my final edit on the novel. Carey, my artist daughter is working on the cover and I hope to have it published by the first of the year. This novel centers on Wendy Holcomb, who has embarked on a new career at age 40, much to the chagrin of her family who are not at all happy about it.
I’ll sign off for now, and my best intention is to do more frequent updates from now on.
I looked out my back door this morning and was greeted with an abundance of things in bloom. The Forsythia was a blaze of bright yellow, the quince bushes had sprung white and pink flowers overnight, and the huge Bradford pear tree had buds the size of acorns ready to burst into flowers. We’ve had an extremely mild winter for Kansas, and spring is coming early. I took photos galore and will post one soon in the gallery. For this writer, spring brings renewed energy and ideas. Love love love the balmy days with flowers beginning to bloom and the birds singing hymns all day long.
So many things have been happening since the first of the year. First, I’ve been marketing my memoir, Lessons from Maine on various social media sites plus emails and newspapers. In February, the book ranked tenth in the top ten best seller list at Watermark Books & Cafe here in Wichita. Sales are steady on the other various sites and word of mouth is always a good marketing tool also.
I will be traveling to Maine again in June and this time, my writing efforts will be focused on the fourth fiction book in the Plane Tree series. The main character is Wendy, who you remember has a hidden dream of becoming an actress. She makes the move and Wendy, being Wendy, experiences many ups and downs from that decision. Thank goodness she has her friends in the Cape Elizabeth Ocean Avenue Society to shoulder her cries for help.
I’ve also started an intense (at least for me) aerobic program at our local YMCA. That first day was humbling to say the least, but now things are getting easier. I can’t say I’ve lost weight, but I’ve sure tightened up and gained some much needed strength. I’ll write more later about my gardening efforts and Wendy’s new career in Maine.
Just a quick note to let you know that my non-fiction book: Lessons from Maine has just been released and is available in both ebook and paperback forms. You can find it at: www.amazon.com/Arlene-Rains-Graber/e/B003C1VUTY. You can also order the eBook from Smashwords. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/599876.
The holidays are always a busy time of the year, but love the shopping – don’t you? I love seeing all the new items and decorations,all the while remembering to thank God for sending his son to give salvation to the world. If you’re like me, Christmas music is important and always brings a tear visualizing about how Jesus the Messiah was born in a simple manger on the countryside.
Christmas is a lively time at my house. We start on Christmas Eve with a brisket dinner including cheese grits and veggies. That evening will find us putting together a challenging puzzle in the dining room on my rickety antique table. The grandsons park themselves on the floor by the tree that night and early the next morning is gift time followed by Champagne and caviar. There might be a movie that afternoon. The best part of all is being together.
Have a wonderful Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.
Goodness, I have not posted all summer and now it’s coming to an end. I won’t bore you with excuses as there isn’t even one that would merit this type of neglect.
I’m still on my soapbox about the lack of verbal communication between folks, and here is a book that might interest you. Author Sherry Turkle’s book, Alone Together: Why We Expect More from Technology and Less from Each Other, gives several thoughts to ponder.
Turkle states that “today there is more talking than ever, but not to each other in direct conversation.” She gives some painful illustrations, like watching the lunch bunch ignoring each other while favoring wat comes out of a small metal hand-held device, mothers in parks not talking to their children preferring to talk or text on their cell phones, or families oblivious of one another at the family table choosing to text or read emails instead.
It’s easy to get caught up in the smart phone era and abstain from actual communication where one can observe facial expressions and see emotional reactions. Join me and put that smart phone in your purse or pocket and concentrate on who you are with.
My summer whizzed by with a ten-day trip to Maine, a long weekend in Nebraska, and a couple of weekends in Lawrence. In Maine, I edited and rewrote several chapters in the Maine book which is scheduled for publication before the end of the year. Weather was fantastic, shopping productive, museums wonderful, and the beach calming while still providing renewed energy.
In July, my sister met me in Denver and we drove to Sidney, Nebraska to visit our brother who is having intense health issues. We spent hours reminiscing about our grow-up years, took excursions in and around Sidney, and enjoyed many hours around the family table. My niece from San Diego joined us on the last day making our trip even more enjoyable. On the way back to the Denver airport, we took a side trip over to Cheyenne, Wyoming for lunch, then drove south to Longmont, Colorado for the night before catching a plane for home the next day. More on this later.
Recently, I was in the waiting room at the hospital and a person from my church came in. I tried to strike up a conversation with her, but it was evident she didn’t have a clue who I was. Still, I pressed on and we talked about this and that. Our church is large and it’s difficult to know everyone who attends. I recognized her since I work the welcome desk and see lots of folks coming in and out on Sundays. As the afternoon drug on, we became closer by the illness of our loved ones who brought us together at a different place. When I left, I had a new friend, because the art of conversation brings people together no matter what the circumstances.
Lots of things have already been happening in 2015. First, I made some resolutions…well only a couple. I want to have the Maine book ready for publication by winter. (Pretty broad date, right?) Second, I need to continue to work on my health, and with the right doctors, get a prescription cocktail that works. So far, this is still in the experiment mode.
I have a new daylight window in the lower level of my home. Contractors were here January to March putting in a wonderful five-foot window and finishing off both the inside and out to look as though it had always been there. They also built Penny a closet, something she has not had before. She is so happy and really loves her new room, closet and window. She says, “It feels like I have my own apartment now.”
I spent another four days in the hospital with yet another bout with Afib. No one really knows what triggers these things, but glad it is over. I am almost at the second-edit stage of the Maine book, and have started the wheels turning for the fourth book in the Plane Tree in Provence series.
Have a wonderful Easter and spring.
The holidays are fast approaching and what comes with them are nerves stretched to capacitywith overworked folks creating perfect decorations, shopping, baking, and arranging celebrations. Seems like there aren’t enough hours in the day to complete all the things you want to do. The week of Thanksgiving, I dashed to the grocery for a few last minute items needed for our family dinner. The parking lot was jammed and it looked like I would need to park a good distance away. Drat. I was already tired and it was only ten in the morning.
I circled the lot and just as I was about to give up, spotted a vacant place in the next aisle. I quickly rounded the corner to grab it when a car in the opposite direction did the same – both coveting the spot, and neither one of us having our turn signal on to indicate it was ours.
We both stopped and stared at each other. In a flash, the man in the other car gestured it was mine and pulled away smiling and nodding. Ah, what a gentlemen I thought.
Inside the store, with my arms full and a couple of things ready to drop, I stood in line to check out. The man ahead, reached for the items and said, “Here, let me help you.” I smiled and recognized him as the same man who had given the parking place to me. “Thanks, and also thanks for giving me that parking spot out front.”
He nodded. “It doesn’t take much effort to be nice, and it doesn’t cost anything either.” With that, he grinned and said to have a good day and left.
My heart warmed with renewed energy. Kindness had calmed my frantic nerves and given a certain spring to my feet knowing that everything would get done and I need not worry.
Have a very Merry Christmas and don’t forget to offer a bit of kindness to others if circumstances arise.
The third novel in the A Plane Tree in Provence series has been released as an eBook – paperback coming within a couple of weeks. Sarah’s Choice: with a little help from Tuscany, is available on Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble and wherever eBooks are sold. Sarah returns home from France laded with guilt from an affair France, but determined to change her daily routine from self-centered to considerate. It isn’t easy, and her struggles are enormous mixed with the fallout from the affair. Must she always be plagued with guilt? Read what happens next to Sarah’s storybook life in Cape Elizabeth, Maine.
So, the Art of Conversation continues. My dear friend, Bonnie went to Maine with me this year, and spent a week with me at the cottage. We did not travel together, and on her way home I’m guessing she spoke freely to her seat mate about Maine and the fact I was finishing a novel. Long story short, a few weeks later, I received an email from the person saying how much she enjoyed the first two books in the series and when would the third be available. When writers receive emails like this – it does wonders for their confidence level, and for me, I was so grateful that a person would take the time to send a note. Again, it is that art of conversation that can escalate reaching the unknown and amazing possibilities. Thank you Bonnie.
The annual Maine trip was yet another huge success. My cottage was beachfront with views to awaken even a determined snoozing soul. Mornings were spent editing my WIP (third novel in the Plane Tree Series) sitting on patio with the beach no more than five feet away and the crashing sea waves providing a symphony in the background. This particular area has a wonderful Market that makes delectable lobster rolls and about anything else you would want, so lunch always a treat. Afternoons, we antiqued, shopped, visited art museums, and walked the beach. Each time I visit the area, I have to pinch myself to make sure it isn’t a dream. I was blessed to spend ten days doing all of the above and I’m glad to report that this stage of editing the book was accomplished. Now for the final final edit.
Remember, we talked about the art of conversation? On this trip, my friend, Bonnie and I gave it our all. Shoving our electronics aside, We talked to locals and tourists and gained a wealth of knowledge about the area and it’s year around citizens. We visited the Ogunquit Museum of American Art, at Ogunquit. The museum is a “must see” if you are in the area. Walking toward the museum we were amazed to see the sea beyond the front door from panoramic windows lining the back wall. Sculpture gardens, worth the admission alone, are sprawled on three sides of the museum with the sea on the fourth side. Here is the link: http://www.ogunquitmuseum.org. We only took one day trip as we were so busy with the beach, (did I say the weather couldn’t have been better) to Rockland where we found a new restaurant where each day, the owner catches his own lobster and then cooks it in the restaurant. Talk about fresh. It is The Lobsterman Restaurant, right on Maine Street.
Remember to take some time and rekindle the art of conversation – neglected, but never forgotten.
For the past month, I’ve been spending time with a friend in the hospital. Although her illness is serious, our conversations have been inspiring. The sessions last from an hour to five hours and cover everything from dreams, personal challenges in life, interests, and even the pranks we’ve both enjoyed during our lives. Strange thing is, we’ve known each other for many years, but until now, we’ve never enjoyed each other in a deep “best friend” way. Cocktail parties, lunches and dinners with friends do not allow for one-on-one visiting and conversations are limited to superficial information. But, that said, I’m perplexed as to why we don’t make time to really talk.
Today, sitting at my desk texting my daughters, and checking email, the answer and reason became clear. Technology. Don’t get me wrong, I love technology, and know it has opened up doors and opportunities for business and wordsmiths, not to speak of things like using my cell phone to find my daughter when shopping at Target, or whipping out that portable device to let a friend know I’m held up in traffic and will be late. I’m even guilty of arranging a night out with girlfriends by text.
As a writer, it’s easy for me to become a recluse and send messages without picking up a phone, but it doesn’t at all unleash a barrage of dialogue necessary to know how a person “really is” or what is “really” going on in their lives. Realizing that the art of conversation is slowly disappearing is startling. The last time I picked up the phone to have a meaningful conversation with a friend….actually, not sure when that was.
Still, getting an immediate answer to a question or receiving a report without waiting for the phone to ring has merits. So my thought is, maybe I can achieve a balance to both. It can only deepen my knowledge of friends and at the same time, improve my conversational skills. How about you?Older Posts »