Friday Feature: One Small Spark

Today we’re kicking off the month of July’s “Hero” theme and celebrating Independence Day by featuring One Small Spark, a book about Christopher Seider, a boy who had an impact on the American Revolution.

Author’s Inspiration:

When I first learned about the Christopher Seider incident and how pivotal it was to the events preceding the American Revolution, I was surprised that so little was known about him. After a lot of research, I discovered that no one had written a book about Christopher. I felt it was sad that this boy, who had such a profound impact on our country, was lost to history, so I decided it was time to tell his story.

About the book:

It is 1769, and Boston in in turmoil, but Benjamin Pembroke, the sheltered 11-year-old son of a wealthy merchant, is unaware of the growing unrest. His biggest concern is how to achieve his dream of one day joining the British army when his father expects him to become part of the family business. 

An unexpected visit from one of his father’s business associates piques the curiosity of Benjamin and his twin sister Abigail after they eavesdrop on a cryptic conversation. Benjamin becomes even more intrigued after finding a mysterious scrap of paper referring to a shadowy group calling themselves the Sons of Liberty.  Benjamin becomes determined to learn more about them., and, with the help of his more adventurous sister, sets out to learn who they are and what they’re up to.

During a visit to the home of Grizzell Apthorp, a wealthy widow, Benjamin spies a strange boy he finds surprisingly compelling. When the boy arrives at Benjamin’s home the next day, Benjamin learns that he is Christopher Seider, one of Mrs. Apthorp’s servants who shares Benjamin’s dream of becoming a military hero. This begins an unlikely friendship that will change Benjamin’s future, as well as the future of the country.

A series of escalating incidents involving raids by British soldiers, led by an unscrupulous Customs agent, makes Benjamin realize why so many Bostonians are yearning to be free from the jackboot of King George. Even Benjamin’s father, a former Loyalist, begins to waver in his support for England. When Benjamin discovers Christopher’s connection to the Sons of Liberty, he decides to join forces with the patriots in their fight for freedom.

As the political turbulence in Boston reaches a fever pitch, Benjamin participates in a demonstration outside the business of a merchant caught breaking the non-importation boycott. Things get out of hand, and shots are fired into the crowd of boys. The tragic aftermath is the catalyst that propels the people of Boston into revolution and cements Benjamin’s resolve to become a citizen soldier in the fight for freedom.

Excerpt:

No matter how hard I tried, sleep wouldn’t come that night. I lay in bed and twisted from one side to the other. I plumped my pillow. But my eyes refused to stay closed. Now that the deed was done, I was wracked with doubt. A line from the Bible kept running through my mind. “Judge not, that ye be not judged.” In my heart, I believed Mr. Lillie was wrong. But was I justified in judging him? Or was I no better than Ebenezer Richardson, informing on his neighbors? And what would Father say if he knew? I wondered if this was how Judas felt.

I finally gave up. Sitting up in bed, I stared out the window at the deserted street. The night was clear with a full moon that hung in the sky like a lantern. A mangy, stray dog nosed through a pile of trash and ran off, holding something in its mouth I couldn’t identify. The branches rustled in a tree as an owl took flight, soaring silently into the night sky. As the minutes ticked by, my eyes began to grow heavy. I was about to lie back down when I heard voices coming from the end of the street. As the voices grew louder, I pressed my face against the window so I could see further down the block. The voices belonged to five British soldiers. From their rowdy laughter, and the way they were stumbling, I could tell they’d had too much to drink.

They stopped right under my window. One of the soldiers shoved another, knocking him into the flowerbed that belonged to my neighbor, Mrs. Proctor, who was an elderly widow living with her calico cat. She was a kindly soul whose greatest joy was her beautiful garden. Mrs. Proctor spent hours pruning and weeding, coaxing lovely blossoms from the plants that blanketed the ground. In spring, she brought Mother fragrant hyacinths to adorn our mantel. In summer, there were roses, large as saucers, in shades of pink, yellow, and red. Fall brought bouquets of orange and gold chrysanthemums. In the winter, Mrs. Proctor covered the flowerbeds with straw and burlap to protect them from the cold.

The fallen soldier was too drunk to get back onto his feet. He lay in the flowerbed while his friends laughed and catcalled. When he didn’t respond, they tore the burlap covers off Mrs. Proctor’s plants and tossed them over their sleeping friend. Then they began ripping out the plants by their roots, arranging them around him as though he were lying in state. One soldier placed Mrs. Proctor’s favorite rosebush on his comrade’s chest. By the time they finished, the garden was destroyed. From the raucous way they were laughing as they staggered off, I could tell they thought this was the greatest joke in the world.

As I watched the soldiers vandalize Mrs. Proctor’s beloved garden, my guilt changed to fury. Were these the men who were sent to Boston to restore order? Where was their respect for the law? Did they have so little regard for the people they were sworn to protect?  And had they no pride in being members of the King’s army? If only I could do something to make them pay for their senseless destruction.

About the author:

Jackie Minniti is a former teacher and journalist. She is the award-winning author of Project June Bug, Jacqueline, and One Small Spark. Several of her stories have been published in Chicken Soup for the Soul collections. She lives in Treasure Island, Florida, with her husband and two noisy macaws.

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July’s Theme: Heroes

July’s theme is to honor groups of people I recognize as heroes for their efforts in protecting us as citizens: putting their lives on the line for our freedom, safety and healing.

To kick off the month, I’ll be featuring a children’s book about a hero from the Revolutionary War, a perfect story for the the 4th of July.

The other books I’ll be featuring are: a military romance, a romantic suspense, and a series about life-flight doctors and nurses. I’m honored that the authors are allowing me to showcase their books and share their inspiration and excerpts.

I’ll also introduce you to a Christian author and her new summer romance release.

My quest for entries in my “Who is your Hero?” contest didn’t pan out. However, if you have anyone you would like to honor this month as your hero, feel free to comment below, or send a message to authorcarolunderhill@yahoo.com.

The contest is over so there are no prizes, but I’d still love to hear your stories.

Scars are Wounds that have Healed

Last week I had CPR training through my work.

I’m now certified.

I pray that I never have to use it, or if I do, then it will be with victorious results.

As I worked on the dummy during training memories came back to me in full force.

On August 17, 2010, my husband was on the job. He was working on a truck that had an arm on it when the operator hit the power line. He was electrocuted. He fell to the ground, and his heart stopped.

His coworkers acted quickly, bringing out an AED unit and were able to get his heart beating again.

Victory.

But because his injuries were so severe, having received internal burns, he never regained consciousness. A few days later we said goodbye to him.

Losing my husband left a gaping hole in my heart. For many months, I had dreams where we had a funeral for him and he wasn’t really dead. It’s as if my subconscious had as hard a time accepting the loss as I consciously did. I got out of bed each morning because I had kids who no longer had two parents and depended on me to meet their needs.

They say that time heals wounds.

It takes more than just time.

I had many people praying for me. I also had the support of family and good friends who prayed for me and listened to me cry. I went to grief counseling. I took an antidepressant faithfully. I found comfort in songs, both from the hymnal and contemporary Christian music.

In 2013, I passed the third anniversary of his death wishing I were a drinker. I’ve never had an alcoholic drink, but I craved it and the escape it could provide.

Instead I bought a “death by chocolate” cake and ate almost the whole thing. My blood sugar skyrocketed.

A few weeks later, I believe God answered my prayers and all those who’d been praying for me when I was introduced to a Christian counselor in my area. I started seeing her once a week.

I was stuck in grief and depression. Through her counseling and effort on my part, I gradually came out of that dark pit. At first I lived life in the shadows. After an especially hard 2020, I feel like now, in 2021, I am living in the full light of victory in my life.

I have two books published and a third underway. I have more ideas for future books than I have time to write. I have a blog that is thriving. I have a good job that challenges me and helps me be a better person.

I have three independent adult children whom I’m close to and who enjoy each other’s company.

I’m “living the dream” as a bread distributor once said every time he was asked how he was doing.

The downside is: I no longer have my best friend and rock that was my husband.

Still, I can say today that the wound from my husband’s tragic death has healed. There is a scar there. I’ll always remember him and miss his presence in my life. I’ll never be the person I was before he died.

But I’ve become independent and confident in my abilities. I have more empathy for people who are suffering. I recognize that time with our loved ones is precious.

Scars show up when a wound has healed.

May God begin healing your wounds today.

Friday Feature: Courage to Hope

Before my novella, Angelica’s Christmas Wish, was published in 2019, I independently published a series called Legacy of Courage. The idea for the books came to me in 2003. I did indepth research into the history of our country. I chose to set the book in the southern part of Indiana in a little fictional town. The story begins in 1857, and continues on through several books.

I first sold the Courage books in a spiral bound copy that friends and family purchased. I wrote five books and published them, selling less than 50 copies of the series. Each time I wrote a book, readers asked when the next one was coming out. I did some editing over the years to the first book as I learned more about writing style and also correcting errors in research.

Then my husband passed away in 2010. I wrote a sixth book and sold it in the spiral bound print, but I didn’t sell any more copies of the first few books.

In 2012, I decided to independently publish the books in a nice paperback binding. I hired a professional designer to create covers for me. He did some amazing work for me. He also set up the text in the books.

Instead of a working with a publisher, I paid a printing company to print the books and purchased the copies from them directly. In doing so, I retained full rights to my books. The difficulty was marketing them beyond friends, family and local stores. In 2014, I put them on Amazon for Kindle. I didn’t know how to set them up properly, but I kept them up on the Amazon website for a few years.

After I received a contract with Anaiah Press for my Christmas novella, and my full-length novel, I took the Courage series down from Amazon. I had learned a lot about contemporary writing style through the editing process and felt that the Courage books needed a lot of work to make them marketable.

Earlier this year, I took another look at the series, trying to decide whether to rewrite them and find a publisher, or offer them on the market as they were. I have a following of around 300 readers. I asked a question on Facebook: Should I rewrite the books and try to find a publisher, or should I keep them the way they are and continue to self-publish? I didn’t get a lot of responses, but the answers pointed to keeping the books as is and not rewriting them.

A few weeks ago, I literally dreamed up a scene for the next book in the series. I woke up in the night, laughing as I remembered a story that a former Bible study leader told me. His wife had made some yeast rolls that turned out really hard. When they went to a friend’s house later that night, he took one of the rolls out of his pocket and knocked on the door with it.

One of my characters, Seth, the brother to the hero, has lost his way spiritually, but he has his eye on the teacher at the country school his nephew goes to. He’s known her since they were kids, but he’d never paid much attention, preferring to flirt with girls who were not as proper as she is. When she catches his interest, he has to do some convincing before she will give him a chance to court her. He likes to joke around, so I can see him acting out this scene with dinner rolls she bakes to tease her.

With fresh ideas for the series, I’vedecided that I will go forward with marketing them again as they were. I’ve had the interior of the books designed to comply with the proper Kindle format.

You will most likely find typos and other errors while reading the books. You may not agree with the historical research. I’d like to think I could make them perfect, but I don’t think that’s possible. For now, I’ve done the best I could in catching errors. I think you’ll be able to look past some of the imperfections and see that the characters and the story are as heartwarming as my traditionally published books.

The first two books in the Legacy of Courage series are available on Amazon in the Kindle version now. I’m hoping by the end of the year I can have them in print form.

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Laura: Camp Counselor and Encourager

I heard that our church camp for children was canceled again this year due to Covid. That made me sad for the children who would miss out on the experience. My own church camp experience made a lifelong impact on me.

I was going into fifth grade the summer I went away to church camp for the first time. Two friends went with me. We were paired with a counselor and an older girl who liked to flirt with boys. There was no one in the room next to ours the first day. The three of us friends decided to hide from our counselor and went into the room we thought was empty. An elderly lady was laying on a cot in there. We stopped so fast but it still woke her up.

Her name was Laura, and she was very nice. She came to camp every year as a counselor but this particular year she hadn’t been paired with any campers. So she took over as our counselor and led us to our activities while our assigned counselor and the older girl went off and did their own thing.

We had so much fun with her that the next summer we asked to be in her group. She found out I liked to write, and she encouraged me to write Godly stories.

After we returned home that year, I was in sixth grade. I wrote a mostly plagiarized story about squirrel characters and sent a copy to her. She mailed it to a Christian publisher on my behalf. The publisher wrote back that I had potential.

From that moment on, this camp counselor, Laura, became one of my champions when it came to my writing. She wasn’t a counselor for campers who moved onto middle school, so I didn’t see her again after I entered junior high.

However, she corresponded with me throughout my teenaged years and into my early adulthood. I never knew what she saw in me, but she encouraged me to continue to write.

When I went to Mexico to do some mission work in 1988, she asked if she could purchase a camera for me. Instead, I had my eye on a study Bible, and she bought me a leatherbound monogrammed copy. During that six months I spent in Mexico, she sent letters and tracts. Homesick, I looked forward to the mail.

When I returned home, she invited me to come and speak at her church about my trip. An older couple from my church drove me the 1 ½ hours to her town. On the way, God gave me a little chorus to play on my guitar (which I was terrible at playing). The words came to me in Spanish. The translation was: “In the name of Jesus, in the name of Jesus, we will triumph over our enemies in the name of Jesus.”

We had dinner with Laura in her home, and then went to the church, where I showed slides from my trip and talked about the best parts of the experience.

That was the last time I connected with Laura. I believe she died shortly thereafter. But the impact she had on my life, and my writing, was great. I owe much of my persistence in writing fiction to her prayers and her encouragement.

During that first camp experience, I went forward to the altar and gave my heart to Christ. I haven’t always tried to honor God with my writing, especially during my high school years. However, in the early 2000’s, I decided to write inspirational fiction. For me, that means not writing bedroom scenes or characters who are sexually active outside of marriage.

I have kept to that promise I made to myself and to God.

God has blessed my writing in the past two years. I have several books published. He is so gracious to me.

I believe much of my success can be attributed to a camp counselor who saw potential in a child’s gift and prayed for her for many years. Through Laura’s encouragement, I came to believe in myself and my writing ability. I hope to always use it to bring glory to God.