Saturday, October 31, 2015

Manuela Blayne available as a paper book at Create Space

Manuela Blayne will be available on soon. Today, October 31, 2015, it can be purchased at CreateSpace.  Here's the link: Manuela Blayne in CreateSpace Store

Manuela Blayne, a novella, is the fourth book in the Covington Chronicles. It is a complete story that stands alone. To understand some of the characters fully, however, it would be beneficial to read The Dream Bucket first. 

Manuela Blayne is the story of one suffering for another.

A new day dawns for Trudy Cameron. She develops a heightened sensitivity to others around her who endure the hurts brought on by circumstances she tries to influence. Trudy starts to realize she cannot change everything, she cannot fix all the bad in her world. At the same time she develops a streak of mischief. Sometimes she is shocked by her own behavior. As she grows up fast, she finds emotions within herself she didn't expect. 

In the summer of 1910, Trudy Cameron witnesses the aftershock of an event that will disturb her the rest of her life.

It is more than the consequences of the crime that concern her. Cruelty dominates the evolving social system of the South, the only home she knows.

Never will she comprehend all the hurt suffered by her friend Manuela Blayne, but Trudy wants to understand. 

She witnesses firsthand what forgiveness can be. She observes hardships she has never imagined.

In a world that denies mercy to her friend, will Trudy's faith shrink or blossom? She is always honest with herself about her emotions.

Trudy tells her story in first person. 

Come spend some time with the Bentons and Camerons. Delight in the parenting skills of Samuel Benton, as he tries to distract Trudy from her anguish over Manuela Blayne. 

Have a dish of ice cream in the Covington and float on a watermelon in the swim hole at Hot Coffee. Witness the mischief Trudy dares not confess to her parents.

Three more days until Manuela Blayne appears as a Kindle book.

I'm really excited about Manuela Blayne. In Chapter Three, Trudy and Bailey meet Manuela.

Chopping cotton is a challenging experience. When I was young, I never mastered the skill. First, I'll let Manuela explain the procedure:

“We was chopping cotton. That’s why we ain’t come by to see you . . . working for Old Man Aaron, but we done finished doing that. I’m glad we’re through ’cause he’s mean.”
“Is that your hoe?” Bailey pointed to a hoe leaning against the porch.
“Don’t go near it.” Manuela cocked her head at a stern angle.
“Why not?” Bailey asked.
“It’s too sharp for little girls to put their hands on.”
“Chopping cotton? How do you do that?” Bailey asked.
“First you got to have a hoe. A sharp, sharp hoe. My grandpappy can file a hoe like nobody’s business. When he gets through filing it, it cuts good as a knife. We have to be careful when we tote the hoes over our shoulders.”
“But how do you chop cotton?”
“You cut all the little plants but one or two that you leave a hoe width’s apart.”  

Every time I tried to chop cotton, I would do a beautiful job until I reached the final step. Then I'd cut down the one remaining plant. No problem I thought. I'd simply replant it.

After two days there would be blank placed in the field where I had been chopping. My family decided in unison that I'd tote water and help cook. I simply couldn't chop cotton. I was an excellent picker though.

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Friday, October 30, 2015

Four days until Manuela Blayne appears as a Kindle book

Because Hereschel Blayne made and sold whiskey and wine, Manuela's grandparents lived in a better house then most of their neighbors. They also had a decent road. Still they knew poverty. They papered their walls with newspapers. If they could have afforded a can of paint, they would have been accused of being uppity when they painted the exterior. Life really was that hard, and conditions stayed the same through the middle of the twentieth century.

In Chapter Four, Trudy and Bailey visit Manuela in her grandparents' home for the first time:

Yellowed newspapers fastened to the walls served as a covering. “How smart!”
“Yeah. I wanted some wallpaper like Mama has in her house, so Granny made some out of newspapers.”
“Do you think it will last very long?” I couldn’t resist asking.

“It don’t matter.” Manuela shrugged her shoulders. “When this wears out, we’ll tear it down and put up some more.”

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Thursday, October 29, 2015

Five More Days Until Manuela Blayne Is Released as a Kindle Book

Eating Clay

When I was a young girl, some of my friends ate clay. One girlfriend wanted me to try it, but I didn't have the courage.   

Chapter Five of Manuela Blayne shows the practice of eating clay. 

From Chapter Five:

Manuela—where was she? I turned around in time to see her insert a ball of clay into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed it. “This stuff tastes too good. I been wanting some of it.”
“What are you doing?” I didn’t mean to raise my voice.
“I’m eating me some clay. It’s good for you.”
“No.” Bailey curled her lip.
Manuela held a glob near my mouth. “You got to taste it, Trudy.”
Since she insisted and because she was our new friend, I took a nibble. “Ahrr.” I heaved. “It’s awful.”
“No, it tastes fine.”
I choked, coughed, and spit. Shaking my head and spitting again, I tried to get rid of it. The taste wouldn’t leave my mouth. “What in the world? How do you do this?”
“You don’t like it ’cause you still a little girl. I didn’t start liking it either ’til I growed into a woman.”
Bailey started to put a pinch of it into her mouth.
“No, Bailey. You really won’t like it.” I reached to stop Bailey’s hand.
“Just wait.” Manuela’s voice became mystical. “When you start having your monthlies, you’ll find out it’s good. It’ll make you feel better like medicine.”
“Monthlies?” Bailey screwed up her face. “What do you mean—monthlies?”
I whispered to Bailey, “She’s talking about something we’re not supposed to know about.”
“I’m sorry. I’m talking about the curse.” Manuela lowered her head. “When you bleed every month.”
My sister and I stood as silent as stones. Tears glistened in Bailey’s eyes.


Here's an article that explains most of the reasons people eat clay.

Eating Clay

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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

A Fight in the Front Porch Classroom: Manuela Blayne, Day Six in the Countdown

Will pushed out a sarcastic laugh. “So you girls are playing school? Didn’t you get enough school during the regular session to be sick of it?”
Buddy hopped onto the porch and rang our school bell. “Yeah. Men—like us—are working. We’re repairing the barn.”
Bailey looked up as she sighed in exasperation. “Playing carpenters.”
Manuela turned her face to the wall, took a stubby pencil, and began copying from a McGuffey Reader onto a tablet supported by a board.
“Manuela, how many days a month did you go to school anyway?” Will bent over her to look at her work.
She covered the tablet but took care not to lose her page in the reader. Gazing out into the yard, she considered his question. “Oh, I don’t know. About two or three.”
“ABC’s.” Buddy, standing by Will, leaned over her shoulder. “That’s baby stuff.”
“Hush, Buddy.” Bailey moved in front of her twin and pushed him. “It’s baby stuff to you, but you didn’t have to miss school because your grandmother got sick. You think you’re something because you know who your papa was. Manuela don’t know stuff but it ain’t her fault. She’s smart, ain’t she, Trudy?”
“Is that so?” Buddy pushed Bailey.
“And you had somebody older to walk to school with you. And when your school closed down, your papa took you in the automobile.”
Bailey pushed Buddy’s arm.
Buddy hit Bailey’s chest.
The twins locked up in a fight. Bailey, arms flailing and feet kicking, resisted as I pulled her away.

Will grabbed Buddy’s arms. “Leave the girls alone.”
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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Seven More Days

Seven More Days until Manuela Blayne is published. Here's an excerpt from Chapter Seven:

It must have been about three o’clock when all the church members started walking down the road. We followed. At the edge of the red dirt road winding behind the church, waited a gaping hole big as three graves would have been if they were lined up side by side. It was full of red muddy water.
The people oohed and aahed about the fine job the men of Antioch Church had done digging the hole. I thought it was . . . well . . . pitiful.
“They had to dig it a few days before the ceremony. Otherwise, it would have filled up with mud again,” Papa Sam, who was carrying our sleeping baby brother, said in his low voice. He didn’t need to talk loud because we huddled together feeling strange in a foreign place, even though we were only a short distance from home. It was not like our world.
“So, how did they get the water in here?” I asked.
“They hauled it.” This time Will didn’t call me stupid like he normally did.
I pulled on Mama’s sleeve.
“What is it, Trudy?” She bent over so I could speak into her ear.
“Does God feel honored?” I asked. “I mean they’re going to dip people in a mud hole to baptize them.”
“Right.” She smoothed my hair.
“They’re taking a risk. What if a snake is in there?” I could think of all kinds of bad possibilities.” What if they swallow mud?”
“Trudy, I’m sure God feels very honored.” She spoke in a reverent tone, leaving me to reconsider what was happening.
The twelve reborn Christians marched toward the makeshift baptistery. All of them wore what must have been the worst looking clothes they owned. Manuela, who was acting sophisticated, sneaked a tiny wave and wink at us.
Down in the pit, they must have had blocks of wood for steps on one side.
Reverend Greenfield raised his hands to silence the crowd. He led a prayer before addressing the congregation.
“Brothers and sisters, these twelve new babes have come today to celebrate their birth in Christ Jesus. In the days ahead, Satan will try to reclaim their hearts away from their Savior, but no matter what he throws at them, he can’t steal them.” The preacher emphasized his words by shaking his head and fists.
“These men, women, and children have been Spirit-sealed into the Kingdom of the Father and covered by the blood of Christ, the Lamb of God. 

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Monday, October 26, 2015

Eight Days from Manuela Blayne: A Life Apart (Covington Chronicles Book 4) Kindle Edition

In eight days, Manuela Blayne will be a Kindle book available to read. It will be a time to catch up on the life of Trudy, who tells the story, as well as the other Camerons and Bentons.

Here's a little exerpt from Chapter Eight. In this chapter a new character, Hannah Jean, appears.

I was glad Mama busied herself working so she’d quit prodding. By the time we hung the diapers on the clothesline, the Model T came percolating up the road. In the front sat Hannah Jean, the kids were smushed into the back.

Hannah Jean had worked for Mama a few times before. Mama didn’t take in sewing any more. For Hannah Jean she’d make an exception. Hannah Jean would wash and iron our clothes while Mama would sew this woman, who was a professional maid, a pretty dress to wear to church.

Miss Hannah Jean didn’t talk much, didn’t have children in her house, didn’t like having children underfoot. Four days a week—Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday—fine cars would come from town to take her to work and bring her home. When Hannah Jean worked in town, she always wore a starched and ironed white uniform. 

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Nine More Days

Manuela Blayne, a sequel to The Dream Bucket, will be available in nine days as a Kindle book. Close to that time, the paper book will be released. Victoria Phelps, an amazing narrator, has released the first fifteen minutes. I love her interpretations of the different characters.

Since it's nine more days,  I'm quoting something Trudy said in Chapter Nine:

It had been a while since I’d gone to the cabin. Nothing could be wrong with going there. After all, it’s where I used to live. Nothing bad could happen if King was with me. I loved our big smart black dog.

I decided to wait and pick the flowers on the way home after collecting the sand. That way black-eyed Susans wouldn’t wilt.

What was that? Standing still, I listened.

Someone moaned.

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Saturday, October 24, 2015

Ten Days Until Manuela Blayne Is Released

On November 3, 2015, Manuela Blayne will be released as a Kindle book. I don't know yet whether the paper book will be ready by then.

Here's a quote from Chapter Ten:

Neither did they know how many ways she suffered. I doubted they realized how I felt the pain . . . how Will, Buddy, and Bailey shared the hurt. Especially Bailey. Parents were supposed to know everything, but they didn’t.
I thought I’d lose my mind, but nobody talked to me. Every minute when I didn’t have a chore, I played the piano. The music took me away from the questions.

Every Thursday afternoon, Papa took us kids to town. He dropped me off at Miss Caroline’s. While I had my lesson, the others shopped at the Mercantile. 

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Friday, October 23, 2015

Eleven days until Manuela Blayne Appears on Amazon as a Kindle Book

I'm not sure when the paper copy of Manuela Blayne will be released, but it will be soon.

During the countdown, I'm sharing little tidbits from the chapter that corresponds with the day. Here's something from Chapter Eleven:

(King, the faithful and intelligent dog, is protecting Trudy from danger. Trudy is the narrator.)

Up the way along the path, King stepped in front of me and emitted his low menacing growl.

It reminded me of the day back when we were living in the cabin and we left King to guard the field peas we’d picked.
That day when Mama, Billy Jack and me came back to get them, King stood in the middle of the road. Two men . . . I think they were J. V. Milford’s two oldest sons . . . were clearing out of King’s way.

             That was then, but now King was growling and I didn’t see anyone. On the path that Sunday afternoon, nobody was there, but King sensed someone’s presence. He raised his hackles and scraped sand. Whenever he growled from the bottom of his throat as he was doing then, he meant business. 

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Thursday, October 22, 2015

Twelve Days Until Manuela Blayne Is Released as a Kindle.

The countdown continues. In twelve days, Manuela Blayne  will be ready for you to read on your Kindle. In the meantime you can pre-order it. The paper copy is coming soon too, and the audible book is in production.

Without telling too much, I'm giving a little sample of Chapter Twelve:

Will motioned to me. “Come back. Here it is.”
I turned toward him.

He bent over a patch of dried purple-blue rabbit tobacco. He ran the dried silver flowers through his fingers. “Our papa William taught me about this. It clears up your head.” He stripped off some leaves. 

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Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Countdown: 13 days until . . .

The Release of Manuela Blayne as a Kindle Book

Trudy Cameron is telling the story of Manuela Blayne in first person. If you pre-order it now, you won't forget about it.

This novella has twenty-five chapters. Starting today, I plan to quote something from the chapter matching the day. Since it's thirteen days until it is scheduled to be a Kindle Book, I'll quote from Chapter Thirteen.

Without spoiling any of the story, I want to give you a flavor of the book.

From Chapter Thirteen:
"With King at our heels, we sprinted toward the garden. When we passed the live oak tree, Will threw his head back. “Y’all come here a minute.” 

"What?” Stomping toward the tree trunk, I didn’t try to conceal my irritation.

"I’ve got something for us.” From one of his small burlap bags, he removed three corncob pipes. . . ."

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Update on the Production of Manuela Blayne

Manuela Blayne, the fourth book in the Covington Chronicles, can be ordered now as a Kindle book. Also it will soon be available in paper form. A proof copy is in the mail for a final review. The audible version, which is in production, should be available before Christmas. Victoria Phelps, who has a perky, young voice, will narrate it.

Manuela, whose grandparents were born into slavery, lives the life of a typical young girl. She is full of enthusiasm, despite some obvious health problems. When she comes to live with her grandparents, she becomes acquainted with Trudy Cameron of The Dream Bucket. All is well  until a dreadful event occurs in Manuela's life.

Trudy tells the story in first person. In the meantime, Trudy is swinging like a pendulum between childhood and adolescence. Sometimes mischievous and sometimes sad, Trudy explores her world. She often surprises herself and those in her family.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Manuela Blayne, fourth book of the Covington Chronicles, will be released November 3, 2015.

On November 3, 2015, a new novella in the Covington Chronicles--Manuela Blayne--will be available as a Kindle book. Soon it will also be available as a paper book. More good news: Victoria Phelps, a talented narrator, has agreed to produce the book in audible form.

By clicking on the picture of the Kindle cover below, you can pre-order Manuela Blayne so you'll be notified when it is released.

Here's a some information about the story:
The year is 1910.

Trudy Cameron, an eleven-year-old girl introduced to readers in The Dream Bucket, meets a thirteen-year-old neighbor, Manuela Blayne. Trudy and her seven-year-old stepsister, Bailey Benton, make friends with Manuela, while Trudy realizes she can never understand her new friend.

Yasmin, Manuela’s mother, has given the girl to Nettie and Herschel Blayne, who were born into slavery. Manuela’s grandmother Nettie is epileptic. Her grandfather Herschel, an alcoholic, makes and sells all kinds of illegal spirits.

Manuela Blayne, a novella, is the fourth book in the Covington Chronicles. It is a complete story that stands alone. To understand some of the characters fully, however, it would be beneficial to read The Dream Bucket first. In first-person point of view, Trudy tells the story in her own words.

As Trudy and her siblings mature, they indulge in surprising mischief. The novella tells about struggles of young people to achieve what they hope for by overcoming various obstacles. Manuela Blayne is not primarily a romance, but it contains an unexpected romance.

Trudy sees how different her opportunities are from those afforded Manuela. Trudy finds it impossible not to suffer some of what her friend endures. She hopes to help her friend make a difference in life, while Manuela exemplifies a beautiful new kind of hope.