Oct 18 2017, 12:01 am in ,

                                       WHY DO YOU WRITE?

Authors are frequently asked this question. To us it’s akin to being asked why we breathe. 

                                              We have to write.

We are addicted to writing.  Generally we use a computer to capture the words. 




Sometimes we make hand written notes.  We have pen and paper in every room to jot down ideas. 

         Bottom line is we get the heebie-jeebies if we go too long without putting words on the page. Honest. 

         I asked author friends from around the world why they write. You can see no matter what the genre we write, or where we live, our reasons are similar. 


         I write because I can’t imagine not writing. I love the thrill of a new story idea, the first words at the start of a new adventure, the first conversation with a new friend. I write because my mind is full of stories and stories are supposed to be shared.                                                                     Jo Jackson, Finland~http://amzn.eu/ac5mdRg   


         Writing for me is a tiny escape from my life like reading is for my readers. I love to step into another world, meet new people and play the what if game with them. Writing is one of my passions. ~ Autumn Jordon, USA, award-winning author of contemporary romances and mystery/suspense novels. Check them out at www.autumnjordon.com and while you’re there join my occasional newsletter.  


         I write because it is the way I express myself. Like breathing and moving it is a part of me and needs to be written. When I write I am free to create new worlds, characters and circumstances. When I write I can have a part in engineering my soul and the souls of others. ~ Liza Roberts, Australia.


         Writing is a craving deep in my soul. Breathing life into characters and places breathes life into me, allowing my overactive imagination freedom to run wild. So often bad things happen in life-writing fun, and captivating stories to share is something I want to be a part of.~Alyssa Henderson, USA~Facebook 


          My short answer is because the characters in my head are so interesting and I want to tell their stories. It’s an escape into another world. The even shorter answer is actually in my bio. “She writes to reclaim her sanity.” I started writing when life was uprooted by a big move across country, and then I kept writing to feel I was doing something for myself after I had kids. Readers can find more about me at AnneMarieBecker.com (where they can sign up for my newsletter) or on Facebook at “Anne Marie Becker, Author.” USA


         I write because a story lodges itself in my brain and I begin to daydream about the characters, often at inopportune times, like when I’m driving on the highway or riding my horse. It just feels better to let it out rather than keep it bottled up.                                     ~ Bev Pettersen, Nova Scotia~ Author of Shadows of the Mountain


         Writing is my release, my heart speaking through pen as words are painted onto the page.  Stories, real and imagined, are breathed into life, as my thoughts, emotions and ideas are released through my hands.  Parts therapy, artistry, documentary, and challenge, writing is my personal path to creativity and growth.                                                                                                                     ~ Rebekah Simmers, Germany.


         Writing and storytelling make me happy, especially when doing so makes others happy. I love to share new experiences, offer a small escape from the everyday. Give the opportunity to explore, learn, create something new. My imagination overflows sometimes, so I have to bring it to life with words and share the adventure. Writing helps me do that, and I just love it.                                                                                                                                                    ~ Carolyn Greeley, USA ~Author of  Emerald Obsession


        I have stories swirling in my head demanding to be told. Characters fighting to get ‘their’ story told first.  It was a very long time before I realized not everyone made up stories about anything and everything they saw and carried on conversations with people inhabiting their heads. I write to keep the voices at bay and….because I absolutely love it~ Rita Henuber, USA.  


                                Are you an author? Tell us why you write.















National Coffee Day

Sep 29 2017, 9:40 am

Not all who wander are lost…………….

                                        Sometimes they’re just trying to find coffee.


Happy Coffee Day.  Rita 


National Poetry Day

Sep 28 2017, 4:53 pm

September 28 National Poetry Day. I know nothing about poetry. Except what speaks to me. When I open a book of poems I can honestly get lost in them. I marvel at the author’s ability to tell me a story in a few lines. To draw me in and make me feel. I’m sharing a few.


Impromptu – To Kate Carol – Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

When from your gems of thought I turn 
To those pure orbs, your heart to learn, 
I scarce know which to prize most high — 
The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye. 


Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.


Oh, the Places You’ll Go! By Dr. Suess

Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
Any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.



The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.


The Toucan by Shel Silverstein

Tell me who can
Catch a toucan?
Lou can.

Just how few can
Ride the toucan?
Two can.

What kind of goo can
Stick you to the toucan?
Glue can.

Who can write some
More about the toucan?
You can!


An Irish Poem

Death leaves a heartache

No one can heal

Love leaves a memory

No one can steal  



Unknown Author

Greasy grimy gopher guts.

Mutilated monkey meat

Little dirty birdies feet

And I forgot my spoon.

 ~Unknown because who would admit to writing this?


Do you have favorite poems? Please share.




George Washington and Benedict Arnold

Jun 27 2017, 7:27 pm

April 19th is the anniversary of Shot Heard Round the World, i.e. the beginning of the American Revolution. In a few days, July 4th, we celebrate the result of that revolution. They say no one knows who fired the first shot but I think they do and they’re just not telling. The American Revolution is extremely fascinating to me. So many untold stories. I marvel at the battles that took place. At the tactical mistakes made. The arrogance and inability to adapt by the British military. The fact that several officers of the Continental Army were former British officers. They resented officers like George Washington and Benedict Arnold considering them undisciplined, uneducated low class rabble, Most notably was Gen. Horatio Gates who did his best to undermine everything George Washington did. General Gates led the battle of Saratoga. He feared, so it is said, Benedict Arnold would outshine him in the battle so he ordered him to stay in camp. Arnold disobeyed the order and led his men to ultimately take the win for the battle of Saratoga.


Washington and Arnold had very similar early lives.

In my opinion they were both brilliant tacticians and military officers and loved the infant country they were fighting for. So why, how did Arnold go astray? There are lots of theories. Many history books depict Arnold as arrogant and selfish. He was. Guess what? So was Washington. Vet you didn’t know that. Arnold wasn’t quiet about what he thought, what he wanted. Washington was. I think he knew how to play the game of politics before it was even called that. But what I think really did Arnold in was Peggy Shippen. Miss Shippen was known as the most beautiful women in the Colonies. Yup. Yet another general getting into trouble because of his privates.

  For a long time it was thought that Peggy was taken in by Arnold and forced to help in his treachery. But in the last 30 or 40 years things have come to light that make it seem as though Peggy was an accomplice. In fact, encouraged Arnold. My own opinion is that she was an agent of the British. Why do I think this? Because for a long period of time before she became involved with Arnold she and a British officer, Maj. Andre, were romantically linked.  Hmmmm. All very interesting.

BTW this picture of her was done by Maj. Andre.

Some military and political historians credit Arnold’s treachery with actually turning the war around. The colonists were at their lowest point. Hearing of Arnold’s dirty deeds rallied them. I mean, go figure. Americans, what can you say?

I so wish my historical author sisters would write about these times. Maybe when one of them has a free weekend they can write about it. (That’s a joke.) AMC network has a series called TURN about the Revolutionary war and does present some of these characters. Doesn’t an historical romantic suspense sound interesting? I’ll write it, if someone will do all the research for me. Any takers?

Amelia Island Lighthouse

May 9 2017, 12:27 pm in

The Amelia Island Florida lighthouse has guided sailing ships to modern freighters and fishing boats safely into the channel toward Fernandina Harbor since 1838.

It was constructed using materials taken from the former little Cumberland Island light. Cumberland Island is in Georgia just north of the inlet built in 1820. The best explanation I found for all of this lighthouse moving around stuff was that the US simply did not control of Amelia Island in 1802 at the time the first light was built. The area became a major black-market home to scores of smugglers, drunkards, and prostitutes that spilled over into the southern states. The US had enough, stepped in and took control of the island in 1819.

The Amelia light stands in a tranquil setting on the northernmost barrier island on Florida’s Atlantic coast. It is the state’s oldest lighthouse and is the only one surviving from Florida’s territorial period 1819-1845 without major rebuilding. The brick tower was 50 feet tall. When the lantern was installed it increased the tower height to 64 feet. 21 keepers have been responsible for climbing the tower’s 69 granite steps to attend the light. One keeper, John Miles, who served from 1880 to 1895 had an artificial leg with rubber foot attached.

When the light sent its first beam out to sea Florida was not yet state. Since then eight flags have flown over Amelia Island. French, Spanish, English, Patriots, Green Cross of Florida, — had to look this one up. In 1817 a Scottish soldier and adventure, Gregor MacGregor, claimed Amelia Island on behalf of “the brethren of Mexico, Buenos Ayres, New Grenada and Venezuela. I’m from Florida and never heard that one before—the other flags were Mexico, the Confederate States of America, and the United States.

The area was also known as home to the largest concentration of pirates in America. Blackbeard, the Lafittes, Calico Jack, Anne Bonnie and Luis Aury. The rich pirate history gives credence to area stories of hidden treasures and ghosts.

The Amelia Island light reaches 16 miles out to sea. Its white light flashes every 10 seconds then turns red when covering shoal water in the Nassau sound.

Electricity was installed in the tower in the 1930s and the station was automated in 1970. In 2000 the Amelia Island lighthouse was declared surplus and offered to the city of Fernandina Beach and was officially handed over.

If you visit look up the current lighthouse historian, Ms. Helen O’Hagan Sintes. She is a direct descendent of the first keeper and lived in the lighthouse as a child.

Have you been to this light?

Ponce De Leon Inlet Lghthouse.

Apr 30 2017, 11:29 am in

Let’s take a visit to the Ponce De Leon Inlet lighthouse.

The light is located 10 miles south of Daytona Beach in the town of Ponce Inlet. That’s about an hour’s drive south of me but I’ve never been there. The Ponce Inlet lighthouse is the tallest light in Florida and the second tallest masonry lighthouse in the country second only to the Cape Hatteras lighthouse on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. There are 203 steps to the top of the 175 foot tower situated on the north bank of Ponce Inlet where the Halifax and Indian rivers flow into the Atlantic Ocean.

This light, built on 10 acres of land was originally called the Mosquito Inlets Lighthouse.

If you’ve visited Florida in summer you probably have no problem figuring out why they called it that. As so many lighthouses do, this tower has some sad history. The chief building engineer and three others drowned in the inlet right after construction began in 1884. Despite this the tower was completed in 1887. At the time it was said the light could be seen 20 miles to sea. A most definite advantage during the many storms that raked the Florida coast.

In the 1920s the lighthouse service added indoor plumbing and bathrooms to the keeper’s buildings. A generator was also installed bringing electricity to the keeper’s home. In 1933 the tower light was electrified with a 500 watt lamp.

In 1939 the lighthouse was transferred to the care of the United States Coast Guard. During World War II Coast guardsmen protected the light and stood watch for enemy submarines that cruised the Florida coastline.

This light is one of only a handful of 19 century light station to have all its original buildings still intact. In 1998 the light was designated a national historic landmark.


I really do need to get myself in gear and go down and see this light. Have any of you been there?

I’m Baccckkk!

Apr 23 2017, 7:55 am in , ,

I’ve been on the sick, lame, dazed, and confused list. Allergies are my nemesis. I keep saying I’m going to rent an ice cave to live in during spring and fall allergy season. Geeze! Knowing my luck I’d probably find something to be allergic to there. As if I wasn’t having enough fun with allergies I jacked my back and knee up royally. Poor me. LOL!

Looking forward to getting into the swing of blogging again. I’m going to continue with my lighthouse blogs. Lighthouses in this country have amazing history.

I want to share the photo of Blue Kitty, the Lighthouse Cat a friend and fellow lighthouse-ophile, Christine, sent me. I finally have pics to post of a kitty next to my computer.  Look carefully and you can see the lighthouse pin Kitty is wearing.


Before I get started on new Lighthouse posts I’d like to tell you about the United States Lighthouse Society. It’s a nonprofit historical and educational organization dedicated to saving and sharing the maritime legacy of American lighthouses. It also supports lighthouse preservation throughout the country. You can register online to become a member. Go to here to find out more.

One of the things I love at that site is reading The Keeper’s Log articles. I particularly like one is titled Emily Fish, The Socialite Keeper of the Point Pinos lighthouse, an article by Clifford Gallant published in the spring 1985 keeper’s log.`

The Point Pinos light is situated on the Monterey Peninsula and is the oldest operating lighthouse on the West Coast. The Socialite Keeper is quite the story.


There is also a lighthouse passport program.  If you like to visit lighthouses this program  provides enthusiasts the opportunity to help preserve lighthouses as well as a wonderful way to keep a pictorial history of their visits. Donations made by passport holders generate thousands of dollars for lighthouse restoration and preservation. Next time you visit a lighthouse ask about joining the passport club.

Some lights have guest lodging in centuries old light keeper’s homes. Quite a few come complete with a ghost or two.


Do you have a favorite lighthouse? Of course, mine is the St. Augustine Florida lighthouse.

I grew up two blocks from the black and white 165 foot tower. Right before my allergy/knee debacle I was preparing to join a group that climbed the lighthouse steps, that’s 219 steps, every day for exercise. Now, I’m not saying I was planning on climbing all 219 every day. I had sort of decided to drop the 200 and do 19 steps a couple of days a week. That sounded like a plan to me. But it seems my body wasn’t pleased with that and fixed it so I couldn’t do it. Still doing PT for the knee, but climbing to the top of that tower is on my bucket list.

Thanks for stopping by.


March is a busy month.

Mar 14 2017, 2:38 pm in , , ,

As I mentioned in a previous post, it’s National Women’s History Month.

Spring break for a lot of schools. Here in Florida we’re bracing for the influx of sun and fun lovers and those escaping winter storm Stella.  

There’s March madness. If you’re not into college basketball you probably know nothing about that.  If you are into college B ball no need to say more.

The Feast of St Joseph is March 19th.   Big day for Italians.

March 17th is St Patrick’s day. The Irish in the US celebrate BIG time.

We lived in Kansas City and there was a huge parade and other activities that may or may not have included adult beverages. A very Irish friend had an uncle visiting from the ‘old country’ and that was the first time I realized the day wasn’t celebrated (at that time early 80s) all that much in Ireland. The man was quite taken aback with the celebration. He was recounting all he’d seen when he paused, looked at us all serious and said, “And that green beer.” He shook his head. “They’ll be peeing green for a month I know.”

My characters from Under Fire: The Admiral, Gemma and Ben, shared an experience they had a few months ago while visiting Ireland.     

They were in the Irish countryside on a very dark, stormy night–really it was–in the middle of nowhere. They’d stopped at a local pub for dinner and were enjoying the food, pints, and conversation when the pub door slammed open. A soaking wet, obviously upset young man stood in the doorway. He rushed in babbling about a horrible experience.

He was settled into a chair and given a pint. The beer was half-gone before he could string words into sentences and answer the many questions. The young man explained he was backpacking through Ireland and on a deserted road with rain pelting down so hard he could hardly see a few feet ahead. Finally, a car came slowly towards him and stopped. Desperate for shelter and thinking he was being offered a ride, he got in and closed the door only to realize there was nobody behind the wheel. Even though the engine wasn’t on, the car once again started moving. Ireland’s many ghost stories rumbled through his brain and fear paralyzed him. That is until he looked at the road ahead and saw a curve looming. Gathering courage, he prepared to jump. Then, through the driver’s window, a ghostly hand appeared out of gloom. In terror, he watched as the hand turned the wheel, guiding the car around the curve.

The lights of the pub appeared and gathering strength, he jumped out of the car and ran for it.

A silence enveloped the pub when everybody realized he was crying.  

Once again the door slammed open, startling everyone, and two men walked in from the dark and stormy night. They too were soaked and out of breath. Looking around, and seeing the young man sobbing at the bar, one said to the other…

“Look ….there’s that fookin idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it!”


March is National Women’s Month.

Mar 6 2017, 9:19 am in ,

As a  writer I’m asking you to take some time and talk to the women in your family to get the other half of the story. Other half of the story? Yes. World events, disasters, family triumphs and celebrations told from their point of view.  And write it down. The vast majority of historical events is written with a male perspective. Hearing a woman’s point of view can be enlightening.  Where they were, what they thought when Neil Armstrong set foot on the moon. Who in your family remembers rationing during WWII?  Ask how difficult it was during that time to go months without letters from a loved one. Find out what it was like to have a family member in Vietnam and, for the first time in history, see the war every evening on the news. What they remember about Jackie Kennedy. Their first car. Boyfriend. The time they met Elvis. The real reason Aunt Gertrude left town. How Uncle Johnny got all his money. Have you ever spoken to your mom about the day you were born?  Do you know the black sheep of your families?  How did the women in your family meet the love of their life? What they thought when they did. I asked this question at a ladies gathering. One gal shared how she met the love of her life and then told us how she met her husband. Do you want your children to know how you met their father?

My Aunt was going to reveal a huge—her word—family secret to me. We’d set up a time for me to go over and hear this secret. She died before she could tell me. I’m left with a bazillion questions and a great deal of regret. Don’t have this happen to you. Transfer your family stories to words on the page so they will never be lost.

There is a perfectly wonderful National Women’s History Museum web site to learn more about women of this country and inspire you. I particularly like the online exhibits page.  

I write about strong female characters. Women at the top of their fields. On the left in the scrollin bar you can see the courageous women who have inspired me.  

Win Books and A Kindle Fire

Feb 27 2017, 9:30 am

Hello everyone.

I have a fun surprise. You can win my novel Under Fire: The Admiral, plus all these books from other fantastic romance authors.


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