Posted June 17th, 2014 by Francine Craft
Dear friends, please accept my aologies for the many errors in my first posting of this a few days earlier. I simply placed it on the website, intending to correct and repost. However, my allergies wreaked havoc on me quickly. In hardly being able to breathe, I forgot to go back in and update. I re-read it and I do think the meaning and language throughout was understandable in the previous post. Here’s hoping you’re allergy free and having a great summer! The first excerpt will remain on ths site. Herewith, the second.
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In the days following the cancer diagnosis, my life was a constant round of turmoil. How could I have cancer? I was a health nut. I spent a small fortune on vitamins, minerals and food supplements. And I took them all religiously. This together with proper sleep, rest, and relaxation. I had just successfully finished years of psychotherapy. My writing career was going well. Everything was coming up roses — or so I had thought.
Cancer! My mind fled back to my maternal grandfather’s colon cancer. His death from that scourge after two years of suffering still hit me hard, in spite of therapy. He had been my world. I still consider him the only one in my entire family who had loved me unconditionally until he died during July of my ninth summer. Even now, I feel cold as I write this. Read the rest of this entry
Posted September 29th, 2011 by Francine Craft
This is the last of the immediately excerpted chapters of S&S. The book is fully in outline and acted-out stages and the final writing has begun. I will fill my blog now with guest blogs, helpful tips and links to help you with your writing and encouragement with all my heart to go ahead with what you want to write. The time has never been more opportune. E-books are blossoming all over the map and they’re getting better and better.
From time to time until S&S is published in either July or October 2012, I will excerpt other chapters that I think you’ll find engrossing. This chapter will stay on for approximately 6 weeks.
I certainly hope you’re with me in this. The topics I tackle in this book are so much a part of our world today. We sorely need to feel the love of God and His blessings in our lives. What better then than one of the Holy Bible’s most intense and treasured love stories. Timeless love can be ours too.
The trip to New Orleans had been uneventful, but Sheba and Marty were both nervous. He rapped with the door knocker on the black grilled, white door of the redbrick house on Gentilly Boulevard, a house that he had slowly passed many times when he lived In New Orleans with his great uncle Charlie Cartier, his mother’s uncle. Marty drew a sharp breath and held Sheba’s hand tightly.
The door opened quickly and they faced a beigeskinned sixtiessomething woman with close-cropped black curly hair and an oval face. She was very attractive, but she held her lips in a bitter line as she invited them in, her eyes never leaving their faces.
“So you made it,” she said. “I should be civil and ask about your trip, but you’ll find I’m not the most civil of people. Come in and sit down and tell me exactly what you want from me. I certainly know you very well, Martin, although I’ve only spoken with you by phone, and that lately. And I know you, Sheba, from your beautiful voice when I listen to Marty’s sermons. Yes, I do listen from time to time. And you obviously know a little about me.”
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Posted August 18th, 2011 by Francine Craft
Yes I know, I’m skipping about and all for a reason. I want you to get the full flavor of S&S to see if it’s your cup of tea or java as I hope it is. This novel has many characters, but only a few can be well delineated. Those I only touch on will have enough meat on their psychic bones to let you know where they’re coming from. There are wonderful black, white and couples of other races, happy and unhappy – and real. I think you’ll like the town of Marigold, Maryland on the Eastern Shore, its multiculturism and the striving of the citizens for a good life. Sit back and savor it. Read the prior chapters just under this one, all the way back to what S&S is about. This will be part of a series. Happy reading!
Early December. Dusk with an early moon. Sheba thought the Chesapeake Bay had never been lovelier. Greenish and rippling in the wind, that body of water had always been one of her favorites. It was a cloudy day, warm for December and she turned to Marty as they stood on the deck of Mark and Marguerite’s small yacht, The Heller. “Hey, this is living,” she told him. ” I love being alone with you, but somehow I wish, too, that the whole congregation could come with us for a while, the children who need it most anyway.”
Marty nodded. Right now he felt he only needed his wife; they should grab more time together with just the two of them. “I guess I hadn’t realized how tired I am. Last night’s sleep leaves me rested though. It’s a good thing I got my Mother Vangie’s genes and her energy.” Marty always seemed thoughtful when he spoke of Vangie. Read the rest of this entry
Posted June 5th, 2011 by Francine Craft
Within the next few days, I will give you another chapter of Solomon and Sheba, a chapter from the life of the older couple, Sheba’s grandfather Joe and his beloved wife Addie Love. He has kept her on a pedestal, worshipping her. What happens when she insists on falling off?
Just a reminder that while this chapter has been proofed, it is in the draft stage and is presented for your thoughts and comments. It is not the finshed product. Please enjoy and comment and I look forward to your continuing to read as I write.
Marty Solomon stood on the elevated stage of Church of the Holy Redeemer looking out on the congregation eager to hear this particular sermon, God’s Precious Gift: How Well Do We Handle it? This was a subject dear to his heart: The sexual-sensual complex. He spoke from a fully trained mind and heart because he had enjoyed a splendid relationship with his late wife and a like one with Sheba, his present wife. Hymns had been sung and he knew they looked forward to Sheba and Angel Voices later singing spirituals. But it was hushed now in anticipation of this sermon, and he could imagine the many young people in his congregation saying, “Bring it on, Rev.”
He came from behind the lectern and spread his arms as if to embrace them all as the lights dimmed to a soft candlelit glow. Marty’s mellifluous baritone began. ”Do you think of your sexual-sensual complex as one of God’s greatest gifts to mankind?”
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Posted March 8th, 2011 by Francine Craft
Readers looking for excerpts from Dying on the Edge will find them just beyond the material below.
I promised and now I’m delivering. Below is the background for my coming in 2012 lush novel of love and hatred, forgiveness and redemption.
S&S is set in the imaginary Eastern Shore Maryland town of 20,000, Marigold. The time is July 2007 – July 2008. The story revolves around several couples, interracial and intraracial. The leading stars are Martin - Marty – Solomon a white (or is he?) much loved and admired minister of a swiftly growing nondenominational church and Sheba, his African American wife who is 7 years older than he. Sheba is gifted with a gorgeous lyric soprano voice and psychic gifts that sometimes seem more a curse than a blessing.
Then there is Marty’s brother, Pete, with a loving family and a heart full of hatred, beginnning with his more favored brother Marty. Another couple is 81-year-old Joe Isaacs and his tad older wife Addie Love. He has put her on a pedestal she is terrified of falling from. There are the Mallories, another interracial pair; David who is white and Merla who is African American They are deeply in love and have it all figured out. Why is trouble threatening to tear them apart? Two more are an African American couple, Emil and Kaya Gardner and their fascinating twins, Biff and Lisa. They thought they had Paradise until illness struck and almost undid them. Black world traveler psychologist Dr. Mark Lisner and his Swedish wife Marguerite are town favorites, but his illustrious life hides sadness and regret. His wisdom has been gained at a price no one of us would care to pay.
I’ll run the prologue by you in a few days, then several more excerpts. I’m looking forward to getting your “take” on this story because it’s close to my heart as all my stories are. I’ll welcome your comments and suggestions.
Stay tuned and here’s hoping I’ll see you here!