I was asked for a general synopsis by a loved one last night. It really hasn't crossed my mind, however beyond this blog and the brief synopsis I wrote for the publisher; I suppose I really hadn't offered a great deal of insight to the book. Then again, I have had others ask the same question some direct and some more indirect.

I found myself asking the same question. Is it only about first love and broken hearts? Is it a teen romance novel? Is it an adult novel? Does it have the BIG S's in it? All those wonderful questions that yes, believe it or not I've been asked at one point in time or another, and generally more than once by more than one.

I came up with quite a variety of interpretations once I really gave this some thought last night. First of all, yes it is about first kisses, first loves, lost loves, broken hearts, and forgiveness. It's not a teen romance though in the first chapter or two one may assume this... It's about family, brothers, the haste involved, the relationships and the forgiveness. It's about the strength in faith and God. It's about a past and about a future. It's about memories of childhood and growing up. It's about broken dreams and dreams come true. It's about living and about dying. It's about pride and jealousy. It's about second chances.

In my final contemplation, it's about some part of every person's life I have ever known in my life. I believe this is a story that if we are honest, each one of us can and will relate to at some point in the intertwining characters, life’s and stories that unfold through out.

I have to share something that occurred yesterday. I spent the majority of the day after returning from appointments in the morning working on my next project. I'm happy to say I am well on the way with this undertaking at a standard typed page number of 55 and I think it might be pretty good......

However, I walked out of the office for a stretch and brief break. I was talking with my Mom about the book she was reading at the moment, a Sydney Shelton book. In our conversation she pointed out that my book was likely going to take her longer to read as the book is bigger. I doubted her on this pointing out the fact the book she was reading is in fact much thicker. She pointed out the size of the pages and the print in my book as compared to that one and as often is the case.... she was right. I was a bit surprised at this reality to be honest, as I had feared my book may actually not be long enough to compare to some others in at least size even if not quality.

However, in proving her point I opened my book to a random location and read a few paragraphs. I didn't recall writing what I read as is often the case when I go back and re-read something I have composed. I found myself compelled to read just a bit further and felt seriously annoyed at the character I was reading about. I wrinkled up my nose and stated out loud... "I don't remember this part... What an unscrupulous A...hole he is!" It always strikes me funny when these sorts of things pop out at me like that.

Okay, I am going to pick four brief text selections randomly from the original manuscript (before editing was all completed) and copy and paste them here for your reading pleasure and to give you a bit more of "A Love Beyond Time".....

Selection - Humor: Rowdy noticed Kate following behind him and couldn’t resist the temptation to tease around with her. “Close the gates of Hell boys, the pretty preacher’s daughter is getting into Rowdy Nichol’s truck!” He swept around squatting just enough to bring his shoulder level to her own, put his arm around her and acted as though he was escorting her to the passenger front seat of his high sitting black Ford truck.

Selection - Humor: “What?” Craig asked with mock surprise in his voice. Then in Craig’s traditional manner, he made light of the situation “And I thought she meant it when she told me it was I her heart longed for.”
“Yeah… Right!” Lance was sarcastic; having no idea what it was that Craig was referring too. “Like that would ever happen, Mr. Fall Asleep During her Daddy’s Sermon. NOT!”
“Really, she told me on the dance floor it was me she liked anyway.”
By now Craig was laughing out loud at the vision of himself dating someone like her. He wasn’t the Casanova that Lance worked hard at being. He had plenty of girls that noticed him, but didn’t work at keeping their undying attention like his younger counterpart. “Alas my dear brother, do not despair over my broken heart! No, I will go on to live and love again some day. Someday when my heart is healed from the pain you have inflicted with the spear of dying love.”
“Get a life!” Lance was smiling and shaking his head after hearing his brother carry on like some sort of idiot “You are such a freak!

Selection - Action/Drama: Then I heard another terrible sound of metal crashing against itself and realized Lance’s truck was moving up over the embankment with nowhere to go but down. There was a semi-truck that had come up behind him, and like everyone else, he couldn’t get his truck stopped on the ice. The impact of hitting Lance stopped the semi barely at the edge, but I knew from the sounds that Lance’s truck had plummeted over the side. I was running toward them and heard the sound of the ice crushing below in the river and knew the truck had gone into the water. I got to the side of the hill and was screaming Lance’s name. I started sliding down the hill where he had gone over. The driver of the semi was right behind me. I heard him yelling for me not to go in the water when I reached the bottom shortly before he did. He was grabbing for me as I was right there by the fragmented ice. His hand caught my arm and spun me around. He was a big guy and not anyone I knew.

Selection - Reflection: As Kate sat reading through her journals she couldn’t help but weep and laugh along the way. There were so many memories. It hadn’t seemed so long ago that it had all occurred, but in reality it was. Many years had passed and time had taken its toll on everything, including her.

Selection Reflection/Drama: After passing through the house to exit through the front doors of what she had known as home for so long, Kate looked back one last time. She knew she would never see this place again. The contract closing was complete and the new owners were taking possession the next day.

Okay folks, that’s all you get today...

As I have sat here for a little over an hour scouring through my old manuscript the day has gone from a beautiful blue sky with still air that allowed the songs of the birds to caress the soul. However, as the day should be warming, the wind has returned from its sleep and the temperature has fallen accordingly.

Pray for rain for us in this region! With no rain and much wind, the lands are parched and dry! May the Lord have mercy on our lands and the political process now set in motion this year!

Have a great day! God Bless and Keep Smiling!

At Last, yes, my first novel is in print and available for any and all who are interested in pursuing having a copy to read of your very own!

I couldn't be happier than to see it in print! A moment no doubt worthy of a steak and potato dinner at Texas Road House or Cattleman’s here in Greeley... However, jumbo hot dogs were the fanfare for the evening. However, that could scarcely diminish the internalized emotion of having the first two copies of "A Love Beyond Time" arrive in yesterday's mail.

I have to think to myself and wonder... Does a person ever grow weary of such occasions? Really, does Shelton or Spielberg or any of the countless greats ever take for granted the first copy of their next work of art? As much as I hope and aspire to see this only as the first of many I do hope the feeling of accomplishment never escapes me.

When we were promoting Surenuff Moonlight our past Palomino Stallion in the show ring, as often as he won, which was more than not, I never grew weary of the feeling in those moments. Many times one may not identify the emotion as one win was only a step in a path to where we were intending to arrive at. However, each and every step and victory along the way was special to us all! So, I hope it will remain with my writing.

I recall a national essay contest I entered a few years back in which I wrote one of my more abstract short stories. I have to admit, it wasn't one of my favorites as it was so different than my norm. However, the thrill I received when I was notified that in a national competition I had won third place was beyond belief! It was open to anyone and everyone and I made it to the top three in a national competition!!! Though the check I received was anything but life changing, the idea of such placing was more than inspiring!

When I won the "Why I Love Being a Foster Parent" hands down I was again thrilled and received a bit more significant payment award for that one. Standing in the grassy forefront of the State Capital that day in May, I recall the emotion that my words had generated for the speaker when they announced my name and a small quote from the essay. Even though I realize that those present on that day probably do not know me from Adam and could pass me on the street today unbeknownst, for that moment time stood still and it was mine... All mine!

There was a rather unfortunate downside to the whole ordeal! I did not create the story, but admittedly I did assist and guide one of my kiddo's through an essay contest for a scholarship. I don't think I guided him anymore than any other parent may have, but because I had so recently been awarded this attention in the very city this scholarship was being handled through; you may be able to guess what happened. They determined I wrote the essay for him and disqualified it! It was clearly the winning essay if they had accepted it, however, they didn't. So, they instead told him he had two days to re-create the wheel. I again had to help, however this time I had to help him make it not sound so good! Can you believe it? Talk about frustrating! In the end, he won a smaller scholarship. In addition, I believe God must have agreed it wasn't all together fair as he won the drawing for a media center - including a TV and sound system. This was some sort of redemption in it all, but it was still frustrating that my gift seemed to minimize his success in that occasion.

However, on a brighter note, there have been many times I have been able to assist the boys over the years in writing assignments and encourage them in their writing to create wonderful stories, poems and reports.

So, about the book... It's available through their on-line store at www.publishamerica.com. To find it you can use my name for the author search: Sherry Lynn Lipari and again I remind everyone you have to type in the middle name as well. Just a reminder: the book title is "A Love Beyond Time".

If you would be so kind to submit book reviews at the various on line stores that offer the readers a place to make comments and give their own personal reviews, I would greatly appreciate it!!! As a new author in a world that sees thousands of new books in print each and every year, I need all the support and in-put that I can possibly get! Thank you in advance for the time and effort it takes to do this for me!!!

I am well into my next project which will be loosely based on a true story surrounding Surenuff Moonlight, our aforementioned Palomino stallion. In the meantime, I have an appointment this morning... But when I return I fully intend to offer yet another glimpse into "A Love Beyond Time" for all of those awaiting the opportunity to read it from front to back!

Have a blessed morning and remember "God is still in the process!"

Nope, I don't think I can top my earlier blog entry today "Today's the Day". It was a pretty good one! And thank you for the kind feed back on it! Always appreciated and encouraging for future entries! However, I am curious to learn the so-called cure for bi-polar mentioned in the one comment???? With the kids we work with, this could be worth something. LOL <>

Thursday is nearly upon us, and here we are already to the top of the sixth inning! I figure that's a give or take...seven and eight are tomorrow and the ninth is Friday... God willing we won't have any over time before we hit the weekend... Game over and celebration begins. I suppose this is a rather optimistic manner of looking at my life, but sometimes one has to do such things to make them more manageable!

Today wasn't so bad and then I played on the Internet later in the afternoon and incidentally found an on line book store who is selling my book - listed as brand new and having five available... I'm not sure how that works when I don't even have my courtesy copy as of yet?? But hey, I'm not complaining, it was pretty cool to see it there regardless.

FYI - if you go on line to find it in a search engine - I used Google and had to enter the author and title both - "A Love Beyond Time" published by Publish America by Sherry Lynn Lipari - and the middle name Lynn is necessary. It seemed a bit pricey at the site I pulled up randomly so if interested, I would go and order it direct from Publish America's On Line Book Store - which you find it under the same title and author name as well. Bear with me here; this is all brand new to me too!

I was walking through the court house today, passing people, many who appear to look like relatively important people in society as far as people go... And it occurred to me that all those folks had no idea they were walking past "ME” a published author, soon to be famous and well known screen writer! Of course, the more humble side of me couldn't help but emerge as I considered no matter how famous I was or wasn't it would remain likely that I would still walk through those halls unbeknownst to anyone. But it was a fun thought for the moment! LOL

My mind is going a hundred miles an hour in considering what our next move will be on fix up's around the farm. I'm not sure the whole moving thing is totally out of the question, but for now I'm just going to focus on the here and now and we can figure it out as we go. I'm okay with it and as I said, my wheels are turning. I know God has a bigger plan and I'm okay with waiting on him... His timing is always best regardless.

It's after nine and I've been dragging so much this week, I think I will go ahead and turn it in for the night. Prayer time, day dreaming time, visualization time, and so on and so forth.

God Bless you all and may you have a restful night and be woke by God's presence and promise!

Trusting the process and embracing the journey!
Love to all!

What if you woke up in the morning and someone you fully trusted, told you today is your day? Imagine if God were standing on the side of your bed as you scarcely opened your eyes to shut off the alarm clock. You suddenly realize something is very different than any other day; the light in the room is far brighter than you've ever noticed it before and for some strange reason there is no feeling of animosity toward it or the fact that morning came earlier than you may have hoped.

You open your eyes and immediately feel compelled to look away from the majestic presence of your creator. At first you withdraw from his presence knowing you have failed to meet even one of his expectations. Then all at once you realize he was smiling warmly at you. You feel a gentle touch on the outside of the comforter and are caught up in the immense comfort and love that suddenly surges through your veins from his touch. You humbly force yourself to face him, swallowing your shame and guilt as hard as it may be.

You hear the sweetest sound, both masculine and comforting all in one. He tells you it is time to rise and shine and that today is your day.

You suddenly realize you must have died in your sleep and are being personally escorted to Heaven by the big man himself. You push the covers back quickly, looking around to see if there are any other differences. You're overcome with shock and awe at the reality that your life on earth as you have come to know it is extinguished, done and over with.

He smiles more compassionately as he speaks to you again. This time he assures you that you are not dead to the earth and that today is your day to begin to do all you were created for.

You don't understand. You feel your arms and legs, speechlessly you pinch yourself harder than you ever have before. Ouch! If you're dead, you realize there is still pain involved.

He again tells you to rise and go forth in your dreams and goals. He assures you that the dreams and desires of your heart are in fact planted from before you're birth. It is time and you are primed and ready for the next course.

You'd probably think you had lost your mind. You close your eyes and open them to find the room resumed to its original status, what you first expected. You want nothing more than to summon his presence before you once more, assuming he has in fact given you the means and ability to look upon his omni presence. However, it's not to be in the physical sense again, he remains only in spirit. Yet, you know what you know and that it was in no way in your imagination!

You stumble through the morning sorting it all out.

At last, you're headed into the day... What are you going to do with it now? You have already been assured by the greatest power, your ultimate creator and Savior... Now what will you do with this day?

So, I'm not God, nor do I pretend to deliver a message from him in such a context. I am telling you that today is your day. The desires of your heart and the dreams you hold tight to are most likely from the whisperings of the Holy Spirit. I am telling you to go forth today and make it all that God created you within it to be!

Today's the Day!!! Go forth and touch the world around you!

Yes, here it Tuesday night and nearly time to call it in for the day. I am feeling a bit better than I have for a few week days... Not sure where those feelings come from that make you feel like your dragging an extra person or four around with you all the time. As though you may not make it through the day because you can scarcely wait for bedtime to roll around.

I hate those days because I feel as though I have wasted a day, a very valuable day in the days of my life which as I have finally come to realize are truly numbered.

Much like a child not wanting to take a nap, Amy pointed out they simply don't want to miss anything. Yes, I understand, but I fear missing more on days I'm dragging and droopy then other times!

Tomorrow is hump day and I have an appointment at the court house with one of the boys in Denver County. It will take up the majority of my day and find me well into the end of the week. And as I sit here tonight considering these matters, I realize I that as much as it feels like the first of the week, in reality it is nearly over before it has even gotten started.

On that note, I believe I'll turn into my room for the night, offering time for reflection, prayer and a little day dreaming, or night dreaming as the case may be.

I'll probably be able to check in tomorrow afternoon or evening, but in the mean time....

Sleep well and God Bless one and all!