Today’s post is written by Ginger
Marcinkowski, the author of The Button
Legacy: Emily’s Inheritance. Below her post, you’ll find all the
information about her newest book.
Let That Baby Go
Writing your story can be both exhilarating
and exasperating, like having a baby that refuses to spurt from your loins.
When the baby (story) does emerge, all writer’s think it’s the most beautiful
baby in the world! They know everyone will want to see their baby, hold their
baby, and fawn over their baby the same way they do. Then one day, they decide to take the baby
outside for the first time. They walk
around the neighborhood looking for someone to confirm that their baby is
beautiful. A stranger peeks into the
stroller, but winches, and walks away. Surely, they think, it can’t be so! What
do they know! So the writer moves on seeking approval from the next person they
pass. Another stranger pulls back, and then another. The writer begins to stop
stranger after stranger urging them to stop and look at their baby. Most won’t,
but when one does, they say. “It’s sort of nice, but if I were you, I’d take
that thing home and dress it up a bit.” The writer is appalled, but all of a
sudden they realize that maybe their baby IS ugly and that no one wants their
baby!
Eventually, the writer gets discouraged,
takes the baby home and keeps it hidden as they work on making it prettier. They
let it grow a little, and then slap a bit of makeup on it, deciding months
later, that it’s time to take their baby out again. This time they KNOW it’s a
beautiful baby. They’ve spent time making all the changes needed to make their
baby more attractive to the world, but are unsure as to whether they should
walk it around the block once more, soliciting favor or just pin a note on it
and let it go into the yard by itself. The writer knows how vulnerable their
baby will be, but they realize that maybe the baby just needs to wander on its
own. Should a writer do that?
My advice? Don’t worry about that baby! Pin
a note on that kid, open the front door of your house, toss the kid into the
yard like a bad tomato, and slam the door.
From there, don’t even look out the window. Don’t worry if neighbors come out to check on
the baby, or let their Doberman. Pretend like that baby didn’t even exist. Use
your time
wisely. Go into the bedroom, dream up a significant new story, and make another baby. Maybe this one will be prettier the next time around.
wisely. Go into the bedroom, dream up a significant new story, and make another baby. Maybe this one will be prettier the next time around.
I threw my own baby into the yard last
year, and waited for it to return with someone who would love it the way I
did. For a while, it laid on the front
lawn like a newly chopped log. People on the sidewalk rushed by, hardly
noticing the thing, until one day, I looked out and someone was staring at the
note that was pinned on my baby! They left a short time later and told a few
friends about the pretty baby they had found. Soon there were more and more
people stopping by to ask about my baby. That’s when I realized my baby WAS
interesting! Not long after that, a total stranger banged on my front door, and
asked me if they could HAVE my baby! They LOVED it!
The
Button Legacy: Emily’s Inheritance was published in
July 2014 by Vox Dei, an imprint of Booktrope Publishing. Sure, a writer may
have to pretty up their baby a bit like I did before she hit the bookshelves,
but my, was it worth the wait! And the best thing is? I was already in the
bedroom making another baby! So, don’t be shy! Write the best you can write and
throw the work out there. Others will decide if “your baby” is worth adopting
or not. In the meantime, keep making babies!
Here’s an excerpt from my novel, The Button legacy: Emily’s Inheritance.
“It’s there, John! It’s there!” A moment later,
Ellen’s arms were swishing at her skirt, her body circling as though she were a
dog chasing her tail.
John had little time to respond, with his wife dashing
around the kitchen. “Slow down, Ellen, and let me get a look.” John grabbed his
wife’s arm and spun her around just in time to see a field mouse disappear
under her dress.
Ellen’s scream was long and loud, decibels above any
noise he’d ever heard her sing. In one swift moment, Ellen had rushed out the
kitchen entry, flinging the screen door open and allowing it to slam in John’s
face as he followed. John watched her as she twisted and twirled, jerking her
skirt from her body, big white buttons popping from the dress and skittering
across the yard.
A grin began to cross his lips, as soft as a gentle
sunset. His wife stood panting in the dirt driveway. Her dress was lying six
feet from her, the mouse now long gone in terror. She was covered with a sheer
white slip and nothing more. Her hair had fallen to her shoulders, disheveled,
with bobby pins protruding from what was left of her braid.
“Don’t you laugh at me, John Polk!” she said, bending
to collect what was left of her clothing.
“Ellen?” Neither John nor Ellen had seen their guests
appear from the path behind the house. Mrs. Park, Laura Cogswell, and Mrs.
Belcamp stood, mouths agape, with their arms full of quilting swatches.
Ellen’s eyes darted between her husband and her
friends. John watched a look of horror creep over his shy wife’s face. God help
her. She took a deep breath and, without so much as an explanation, squatted to
pick up her clothes and moved toward the kitchen door. “Come on, ladies!” Ellen
spoke over her shoulder. “We’ve got God’s work to do.”
The women first eyed John and then each other,
shrugged their shoulders, and followed her into the house. A glint of sunlight
bouncing off something white caught John’s eye. He moved toward it, bending to
retrieve one of Ellen’s dress buttons from between the blades of the unshaven
lawn. He held it to the sky and smiled.
By the time he returned to the kitchen, Ellen had
dressed and was busy serving coffee and fresh rolls to her guests. She had
always been a server, a reminder to him of the biblical Martha. Good and
gracious. Their eyes met—hers signaling a warning, his playful. He walked past
her to the oak hutch and reached for the tin box that perched there. Even
though Ellen was not facing him, he could see her back straighten as the button
dropped in, clamping yet another story inside.
The Button Legacy: Emily’s Inheritance
by Ginger
Marcinkowski
BLURB:
Based on the true story of one family’s spiritual saga revealed through
buttons that have been secreted away in an antique box, and that ultimately
hold the key to each generation’s salvation.
Ginger Marcinkowski’s first novel, Run, River Currents featured
Emily Evans, who as a girl shared a special understanding with her grandfather,
John Polk. Despite the scars of her father's abuse John taught her to look to
the future in faith, promising Emily God's grace can be seen even in the
simplest thing—a button.
Years after her grandfather John's death, the unexpected delivery
of a decorated tin, still brimming with odd-colored buttons is delivered to
Emily. The reappearance of the family buttons unlocks joyous memories and
guides Emily to realize a secret her grandfather promised lay within the
stories of that worn button box; the healing power of prayer. In The Button
Legacy: Emily’s Inheritance each button connects one generation to the next as
their interrelated stories unfold across the timeless landscape of their
spiritual journey.
Book Links
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Ginger
Marcinkowski was born as one of eight siblings in northern Maine along the
Canadian border, a setting that plays a prominent role in her novels, Run,
River Currents and The Button Legacy-Emily’s Inheritance.
Her
debut novel, Run, River Currents, was published in August 2012, was a 2012
semi-finalist in the ACFW Genesis Awards and a 2013 Kindle Book Award Finalist.
The Button Legacy-Emily's Inheritance, will be released in July 2014. An
interesting fact about Ginger is that she is a million-mile flier with United
Airlines and had been a multi-million dollar travel agent in the past. Her
travel experience will be the catalyst for a new series of mysteries whose main
characters are travel agents.
Author Links
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ReplyDeleteHello Kathryn and thanks to you and your readers for hosting me today! I will pop in from time to time and say hello or answer any questions someone might have on my latest novel, but first, a question for your readers.
ReplyDeleteWhat draws you to a book...the cover, the back blurb, the author? Your thoughts?
For me: 1. the cover. 2. the blurb. 3 the author. Usually in that order. The cover has to be interesting enough to pick the book up in order to read the blurb, then I want to know about the author. What actually gets me to read the book usually comes from the blurb or the author though.
DeleteAt first it's the cover, then the blurb then the first page. . . deep and deeper until I find myself at the cash register (virtual or literal). Mindy
ReplyDeleteFor me, it is the cover and then the first two pages!
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