Thursday, October 27, 2011

Home Is Where The Heart Is

“I know Mom. I understand all that, but I want to do this!” Colton says with distain in his voice.

“Son, you are in your last year of college. You can’t quit now! Being a rodeo star is dangerous and it isn’t a career choice! You need to finish your education!” She was trying hard to convince her son not

Sunday, October 23, 2011

I am still here at Paige’s. We have written, we have played, we have worked, we have laughed, we have enjoyed…but best of all…we have remembered how to be kids. Although the husbands are still rolling their eyes at us, we are having a great time.

Just so you know, we have accomplished a lot on the book so far this weekend. We will continue to work diligently to finish this book and get it into your hands.

Thanks for reading!

Brooke Ryter

Thursday, October 20, 2011

A Writing We Will Do….

I am spending the weekend at Paige’s house for a working weekend. We will be writing and collaborating on the book.

We have both been writing and exchanging our works by email…but there is nothing better than being in

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Panic on a Wednesday...Makes for a great day!! And a headache. =)

You can call me an idiot if you would like…because I certainly feel like one at this very moment. I have the files for the book on a flash drive. It contains many files, some contain

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Story Idea...From a Day Long Ago

Story ideas come from the strangest places sometimes. Let me explain…many, many years ago I spent a day at the beach with my little girl. She was a little more than a year old at the time. It was just the two of us. We built sandcastles, we played in the waves, we sat on a blanket on the sand and had a picnic lunch, and she napped with her head in my lap as I sat on a park bench in the shade by the playground. On that day I found a lighter case in the sand. It is silver with a gold unicorn on it. I still have that lighter case all these years later. It reminds me of that day.

I was going through my jewelry box looking for something and I came across that lighter case. As I picked it up and held it in my hand, memories of that wonderful day came flooding back. I probably looked ridiculous standing there, smiling at this small thing in my hand. As I stood there remembering the past, my imagination took that day in time and ran with it. All of a sudden there was a story.

I started writing the story in my spiral notebook, which is where all my stories begin; handwritten, messy, sloppy handwriting. Before I knew it, I had written about 20 pages. The story is still being written. The story of Karen and Kyra, a mom and a daughter, who at one point in their story spend a day at the same beach my daughter and I spent our day. But what happens before and after that day in Karen’s life…that is a story. Dining in the finest restaurants, owning a house in the best neighborhood, then suddenly she finds herself seeking refuge for the night in an empty boat docked at the marina, penniless, hopeless, with a young child by her side. Then she…..(nope, can't tell you what happens…besides…it isn’t finished yet…who knows where my imagination will lead Karen).

Thanks for reading!

Brooke Ryter