This is just a quick update about the Kindle version of my novel. Amazon sent me something about “serious errors” in my novel, actually one error: the book is not reflowable, so they turned it off for purchase. Which I never knew that was something that was mandatory, but at any rate it’s pretty easy to fix. Praise God I learned HTML years ago. I am reworking the file now, and I should be done no later than a week from today, so the ebook will be back soon. In the meantime, the print version of The Wages or the Gift is available for purchase.
Why the Cover Change? Glad you asked.
Or maybe you didn’t, but I am excited to talk about it anyway. First of all a quick announcement: The Wages or the Gift is now available in print with a new cover and a new lower price! Blurb / Barnes and Noble / Amazon.
So why’d I do it? Well, I have a couple of quick stories to tell about that. My first hint that my original cover design (which I really liked, btw) was not the most successful choice I could make came when someone made a comment on Julia Wilson’s wonderful review that said the book looked like a non-fiction book to her. I did not put too much stock in the comment, since it was the first one I had heard. Most people were telling me they liked the cover. Still I would occasionally notice little things like people looking at the cover and saying, “Oh the Wage or the Gif” or something similar. I would then explain that the it’s Wages and Gift, and the dollar sign and the present (which I later discovered some people thought was a cross with a bow on it)…you get the drift.
I guess these little isolated incidents were starting to get my attention because after the conversation I had with Delilah Cordova about the cover, I started to really question it. A friend of mine came into town, and I asked her what she thought of the cover. She was like, well I can tell it’s a religious book. (Not necessarily a bad thing, I mean it is Christian Fiction) She went on to say that it was a little confusing, etc. So I started working on changing it. This time I posted it in a couple of Christian Fiction Readers/Writers groups to find out what kind of book people thought it might be. Most of them said suspense or thriller. A few said horror, but no one said non-fiction. And thus I had my new cover.
After I changed the cover, I got a lot more feedback on the first cover that definitely confirmed the necessity for the change. My publicist, who liked the cover, but agreed that it could seem a bit “non-fiction adjacent” told me this story: “I was reading your book in Missouri, and a girl looked at me and asked if I was trying to build a better financial future.” That pretty much says it all.
One more thing, the new cover is up for cover of the month on Allauthor.com. Please vote.
A Flashback Friday Video Review
Okay, granted Flashback Friday may not be an official thing, but it is for me on this particular Friday. The following video review was one of my very first reviews. When I offered a review copy to this lady, I had no idea what kind of books she read/published (she owns a small press as well as writes). To both of our surprises, she writes erotica while I write Christian Fiction. Still, she was very gracious and did the review anyway. So I am posting it here today. #FlashbackFriday #MayNotBeAThing #CreativeLicenseIsMySuperpower
In this interview, Delilah Cordova and I talk about The Wages or the Gift as well as upcoming works, a bit about my writing process, and about what inspires me. Also Delilah gives some great advice on marketing. It was an honor to meet and chat with her today! Also, it was a lot of fun!
My Interview with Delilah Cordova!!
Inside The Wages or the Gift: A Glimpse at Eb and Steph
In light of the royal wedding in England today, someone in one of my favorite Facebook groups mentioned wanting to see more “royal” courtships, especially with interracial couples. I immediately thought of Ebony and Stephen from The Wages or the Gift. I mentioned that my novel contained such a courtship, and someone asked me if there had been any backlash for including the couple. Fortunately, I could happily say there has been none. In fact the feedback that I have received from others has been positive, and there has been no mention of the ethnicity of any of my characters. That brings me here. Today, I am giving blog subscribers and those passing by a sneak peak into their relationship with a few excerpts from the book.
From Chapter 2:
“Steph, we need to talk.”
“Sure, Eb. What’s on your mind?”
“You know that I’ve given my heart to Jesus.”
“Yeah, and like I said, to each his own. If this helps you deal with your father’s death, I have no problem with it. I just want you to be happy.”
“Well, since then, I’ve been going through a lot of changes. I’m learning more and more what it means to live for God. That’s the definition of being born again. I no longer live my life for the glory of me. I live to glorify God in everything I do.”
“Honey, I can’t say that I understand all this religious stuff. It’s not my thing, but I won’t discourage you if that is what worries you. I love you, and you can’t change enough to change my feelings for you. You are my world, Eb. So if that’s where you’re going with this, just stop. I’m not going to leave you because you are the one person I cannot live without. So go ahead and do whatever you have to do to honor your God.”
As Ebony listened to the heart of her fiancé, her eyes filled with tears. How could she say, “I’m leaving you,” after that? She prayed for strength and wisdom. Heavenly Father, what I am about to tell him is going to break his heart. Please give me the strength to do your will. Please help him to get through this. I do love him, Father, but I love you more. Help me to obey you. In Jesus’s name, amen.
“Stephen, I can’t live here anymore. I know this is going to hurt you, but I cannot live in sin. According to God’s word, it’s a sin to live with someone outside of marriage. I’m moving out tonight.”
Stephen flinched as if she struck him, but then, he smiled. The smile surprised Ebony, and she stopped to let him speak. He spoke, and she wished she had kept going. “I can fix that, Ebony; we’ll move up the wedding. We can have a private ceremony. We can do it this weekend if you’d like—”
Ebony stopped him mid-sentence because she knew if he continued, she would lose her resolve. “Stephen, stop. There’s something else. I can’t marry you, Honey, not right now.”
“Why? I know you still love me. Don’t you?” Stephen asked.
“I love you more than you could know,” Ebony started only to be interrupted again.
“Then what’s the problem, Ebony? I don’t get it!” he said, his voice becoming louder and more distressed with every word.
“Because the Bible is clear about not marrying outside of—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Stephen jumped to his feet. “What! This God of yours is some kind of bigot. I can’t believe you. We’ve spent our whole relationship learning to deal with people like that! Now you agree with that kind of thinking?”
Ebony cringed, understanding him completely. “No, no, Honey. It’s not a race thing. However, God does have a problem with marriages between believers and non-believers.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Well—”
“Bigotry is bigotry whether it’s racial or religious.”
“Steph—”
“So even though you love me, you will leave me because of your religion?”
“This isn’t about religion, Stephen. I now live my life to please God. I wouldn’t trade my relationship with Jesus for anything or anybody. I’d like us to go back to being friends.”
“Friends! After all we’ve been through, you give me the friends speech? You know what, if you’re going to leave, you need to do it right now. I don’t want to hear anymore about Jesus. You can take your Jesus and stuff him up your—”
“Stephen!”
“Get out, Ebony! And take Jesus with you!”
His words hit her with the sharp and swift intensity of a rubber band pop to the face, and Ebony did not wait for him to ask twice. She ran out of the apartment.
From Chapter 3: This excerpt takes place ten months after the above excerpt. A co-worker has gone missing.
Stephen took Ebony to her apartment but made it clear that it was just a pit stop. “Ebony, you cannot stay alone tonight,” he said.
“The Lord has given his angels charge over me, Stephen. I’m never alone.”
“He has also given you friends who would love to have you stay for the night. Call Nicole,” Stephen reasoned.
“Fine. I’ll go call her, but we’re not leaving here for a while. We need to talk.” Stephen could not agree more. He made his way to her living room couch. The soft leather sectional welcomed him like a much-needed hug. He sat down and sighed, turning his heart toward heaven. Lord, he began to pray, I need your wisdom. I don’t want to act purely on my emotions, but I really feel like something is wrong at Prestige. I don’t want Ebony to go to Hong Kong. I’m still so new at this. Are you trying to tell me something? Father, speak plainly. I want your will over my own. His prayers were interrupted when Ebony joined him on the couch.
“Steph, do you think that this’s somehow connected with the problems at the Cairo office?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Chloe was so distracted today. I wish I knew what she wanted when she called you. I wish she had said something to me.”
Ebony stared at Stephen with her head tilted and eyebrows raised.
“What’d I say?” he asked. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”
“Because there’s something you are not saying, and I’d like you to divulge.”
“I’m just talking here, sitting.” He cringed, realizing his blunder.
“You’re more upset than you are admitting and not about Chloe. So what’s got you all distracted?” she asked. She looked into his eyes determined to get an answer. He knew she would press until she had one.
“I have major problems with you going to Hong Kong, and I feel like something terrible is going on at Prestige,” he said.
“Uh-huh.”
“You have to admit this is all pretty suspicious.”
“Steph, I love you,” she said. “And I know you love me, but we’re just going to have to trust God. I’m going to Hong Kong. I’ve heard that Sun-Fun Jeans is a great company to work for. Besides, Mitch said it’s either this along with the Antonio Chi show in the fall or the Caramel Cosmetics account. I do not want to get into another five-year cosmetic contract. I will be twenty-one in June, and I only have two or three more years before I retire. I’m not doing this forever you know. I want children one day.”
Stephen had heard much of her speech before, so he pouted until she mentioned children. He grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes. They had made a pledge to each other and to God never to kiss passionately again until they kissed as husband and wife. He was tempted to break that promise.
“You want to have children?” he asked.
“I’ve changed my view on the subject. After I finish my career as a model, I want to start a family. It would be nice to give a child the life I never had. With a mom and a dad that loves them and all.”
Ebony’s eyes grew distant as if allowing herself to dream until she noticed the intensity in Stephen’s gaze and decisively reclaimed her hand. She scooted over a little, putting distance between her and him. He sighed, grateful for her restraint. He had lost most of his. “I’m sorry, Ebony. It’s just that you were so adamant about no children. You don’t understand what you’ve done to my heart just now.” Ebony just smiled and nodded. “I understand,” Stephen continued, changing the subject, “why you want the Hong Kong job. It’s just that I keep having these pit-of-the-stomach feelings. Like there’s something coming, and we better be ready for it. The thought of us being separated for months makes me uneasy.”
“Why don’t we pray now for wisdom for you and protection for Chloe. We don’t know if she’s alive or dead, and if she’s alive, she needs prayer,” Ebony suggested. She bowed her head and took his hand again. Throughout the course of their prayers, they lifted up Chloe, asking for her protection and salvation. They also prayed for each other asking for wisdom, strength, guidance, and peace. When they were finished, the peace of God filled Stephen’s heart dispelling his anxiety, and the Lord blessed him with a clear understanding of what he should do next.
From Chapter 13: This bit of sweetness occurs a few weeks after Stephen proposed to Ebony.
The crisp, cool air brushed them lightly as they moved hand in hand toward Ebony’s car. When they reached it, instead of letting go, Stephen stood still holding her hand and gazing at her beauty.
“I love the way you look in the moonlight, the glint it gives your eyes,” he told her, moving her hair back from her face to see it more clearly. “You are so beautiful,” Stephen whispered so softly and with such conviction that she saw and felt his words more than she heard them.
Ebony waited for him to divert his gaze, but Stephen continued his intent study of her face in the moonlight. “Stephen, you are staring,” she said softly, blushing under his scrutiny.
“Get used to it. Years from now, you are going to wake up only to find me staring at you. Or you may be on a hospital bed, giving birth to our third child, and I am going to be staring at you. You may be helping one of our children with their homework, and I will come and stare at you.”
“What has got into you, Steph?” His sudden change from normal guy to hopeless romantic amused her.
“I am a new man, Sweetheart. I used to stare at you before, but only when you were not looking and usually for vulgar and selfish reasons. It was a stare of lust, but not now. You do know that, don’t you? I don’t know how to explain this to you, but well…” Stephen searched for appropriate words to express himself only to realize there were none. He shrugged and said, “I love you, Ebony Reynold, and I am saying good night. Drive carefully, and text me when you get home.”
“I love you too,” she said. Stephen put his first two fingers to his lips and then pressed them to Ebony’s. The touch was quick, barely a millisecond passed before he withdrew his fingers and turned to get into his car. Ebony stood and watched him pull out of the driveway with a smile on her face. Then she got into her own car and headed for Mitch’s house.
For what’s next for this couple and to find out more about what’s going on with the missing Chloe and with Prestige Modeling Inc. get a copy of The Wages or the Gift. 🙂 I hope you enjoyed this glimpse.
The Window Challenge
I felt like sharing a short story. 🙂
The Window Challenge
© 2003 by Rosalind Morris
One blink later, the windows shattered. A thousand daggers of glass penetrated the left side of my face. The winds, so fierce that I could barely breathe, knocked me onto the floor. The metallic smell of my own blood filled my nostrils, further aggravating my suffocation. ‘So this is how it ends,’ I thought to myself as I lay in the floor hoping that the storm was over. It was not over.
As the walls started to crumble around me, my survival instincts surfaced. I obviously could not depend on help from God Almighty, and I was not going to give up without a fight. Knowing I could not get far with the pain of my face and the force of the winds, I quickly moved to the coat closet, still standing at that time, and closed myself inside. It was a small windowless room where nothing could fall on me except the walls themselves. I was never so glad to have so many thick coats. Shaking, I grabbed them from their hangers and buried myself under them. They were thick enough to cushion the blow as the next wind gust blew in the walls of the closet.
Somehow, I survived the storm. My house did not survive; my dog did not survive. The left side of my face barely survived, but I made it. I woke up three days later at St. Francis Medical. My face had swollen to the point of heaviness. One arm was hooked up to an IV machine, while the other was in a cast. Something wicked pounded in my head. I tried to ask for some help, but I was unable to find my voice. Then the nice nurse walked in and increased my morphine. I was out again in blissful escape. That was how it was for two weeks.
“Why didn’t you leave, son?” The question came from my Dad. All of a sudden, he was beside my bed. My eyes had barely opened when he badgered me with his asinine inquiry. He had thrown away the privileged role of concerned father. We had not spoken for months before the storm.
“Tornado sirens go off within minutes of the actual tornado. Where was I supposed to go?”
“Away from the window would’ve been a good choice.”
“Thanks.”
“Well um listen, I’m glad you are okay.”
“Sure, Dad.” Dad came out with great effort on my part.
“Listen son, I’ve been praying…”
It hurt to laugh, but I could not stop myself. “Really? You’ve been praying?”
“Yes, and I…”
“Wait! I gotta let you in on something, dear old Dad. I did some praying of my own. Right before the glass dove into my flesh, I was talking to God!” I pointed to the bandages on my face with my good hand. “This was God’s answer to my prayer, and quite frankly, we are no longer on speaking terms. Kind of like you and I. Which brings me to this question. Why are you here?” Instead of answering my question, he bowed his head and muttered something under his breath. “You are not talking to Him are you? Because if you are talking to that traitor, you can just get out of here. I loathe Him even more than I loathe you.” My heart monitor began to beep frantically.
“Calm down, Frank. You don’t need to upset yourself. I am here because I love you. I haven’t always done things right, son. That is obvious because you seem to be under the impression that my anger means that I don’t love you. I have been angry with you. I am not happy with all of your decisions, but I have always loved you. I should not have let my anger keep me from calling you. I apologize for that, but I have always loved you. I always will love you.”
“Whatever, Dad.” It came out slightly easier that time, but it still took effort.
“I am even sorrier to hear that you’ve chosen to blame God for this. First of all, you heard the sirens and the tornado. You could’ve moved away from the window son. That was not smart.”
“Well, see that was the deal, Dad. I stood there on purpose. I made a deal with God, a challenge really, that if he protected me from the storm, I would come back to him. I reminded him that he said he would give His angels protection over me, and I asked him to prove it. As soon as I got the words out, I received His answer.” To say that I was bitter would have been an understatement. I could tell that I had totally stumped my father. He had this look on his face like he was trying to conjure the right words to “witness” to me. I thought it best to put a stop to that up front. “Oh, you can save your sermon.”
“Franklin, do you know what happened to Sparks?”
Sparks was my German Shepard. I had him for about five years, and he was truly my best friend. “Sparks? I’ve been so messed up, that I forgot about him. Have you been feeding him?”
“No I haven’t. Son, Sparks did not make it through the storm.”
That hurt. I closed my eyes against the pain. Hot tears stung under my tightly closed eyelids. My whole body shook with sobs, but they did not last long. For a few moments, I let myself dwell on the pain. After that, I sucked it up, more determined than ever never to speak to the God I once knew. What kind of merciful Lord would kill a man’s dog? As soon as I assumed control, my father began to speak again.
“How about your house? Do you know what’s happened with it?”
‘There’s brilliance for you!’ I thought to myself. “Well, considering the fact that it was hit by a tornado and the windows burst out and the walls blew in, I am assuming that it’s no longer standing.” My smart aleck reply made him mad, but he tried to hide it.
“Your house is now a pile of wood. It took them eighteen hours to locate you in all the rubble. They found your dog crushed under the weight of your full wall bookshelves. The doctors say that even though you had tried to bury yourself under a stack of thick coats, the blow from the oak that fell directly into your closet should have broken more than your arm. You were in a comma for two days. They did not expect you to come out of it. When you came out, there were questions about your brain function. We were not sure if you were going to be able to speak again. Is any of this registering, Frank?”
“Yeah, you proved my point. I asked God to protect me, like he claimed he would, and he didn’t do it. He let me get hurt, destroyed my house, and killed my dog.”
“You have totally missed it, Franklin!”
“Oh well by all means, Dear old Dad.” For some reason the ‘dear old dad’ reference was phenomenally easier than ‘dad.’
“You are still alive. You can communicate as if a tree had never fallen on your head. You are not bleeding internally. God kept His end of your bargain, Franklin. He brought you through the storm.”
Somehow, amidst my anger, I heard what he was saying to me. The storm did not take my life. It took my dog and my house, but I was still alive. Coats or no coats, I could have easily died before the rescuers arrived eighteen hours after the storm. The reality of the situation hit me. I wanted to yell and scream about what God had taken away from me, but it no longer seemed important. I was suddenly grateful to God, but for some reason I resented the emotion.
“I think you should leave, Dad. I need to be alone.”
“Franklin, you’ve been running from God for years. Don’t you think it is time to stop?” When he asked me that question, the Spirit of God came into the room enveloping me. I had known His presence from my youth, so it was a familiar sensation. Pride told me to push Him away, but it was a love that I could not ignore. As the walls of my house had crumbled, the walls in my heart did the same. Like shattered window splinters, my pride had blown away.
What’s in a Name?
People often ask me where I get names for my characters. I’m sure every author’s process for this is different. For me there are character names, especially first names, that just come to me as I start writing. For instance, Center Perkins and Stephen (pn. Steff-en) Campbell, two of the characters in The Wages or the Gift flowed easily from my pen and onto the page, in their first sentences.
Stephen “Steph” Campbell sat on the edge of his waiting room chair, leaning forward with his hands propping up his head. His eyes moved faithfully around the room as he watched his best friend, Center Perkins, traipse.
I don’t know why, but I assume I had already thought about their names in the dream I had that inspired this very scene. Ebony Reynold (pn. Ray Nold) came with a little bit more forethought, as I had the idea a week or so before I started writing that it would be interesting if there was a character that was a white girl named Ebony. Now those of you who have read the book know that Ebony is not a white girl, but when I started writing this novel, that name had been recently on my mind. I thought it would be a great name for the super model in this story.
There are a lot of names in The Wages or the Gift, and while most of them kind of happened organically, not all of them did. The name Mathan Cigainero came from two places. I got Mathan from reading through Jesus’s lineage from Mathew Chapter 1. You know: the “begats”. There was a man named Matthan in verse 15, and for some reason when I saw it, I thought to myself, “Hey what if I took out a t? Then I would have Mathan, which rhymes with Nathan, which is different but not too far fetched.” And I liked the thought. Mathan’s last name came from looking up names in the phone book. I wanted to find a four-syllabled name, and when I saw Cigainero, it was a perfect fit.
Sometimes, I enjoy unorthodox names. For instance, in Wrong Number, one of my upcoming novels, the main character’s name is Cardigan Dupree. I think it may just be one of my favorite character names so far. Why I chose to name the lady after a comfy sweater, I don’t know, but I love it. 🙂
I will end this with the full quote referenced in the title. “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.” Gotta love Shakespeare! He came up with some wonderful names come to think of it. 🙂
Discussion points: If you read this article,` I would love to hear from you! If you feel so inclined leave a comment about the article or any of these discussion points.
- What is your favorite character’s name of all time, and why is it your favorite?
- In The Wages or the Gift, what character name/character did you like best/least and why?
- Tell about a non-traditional name you think would make a good character name.
A spirit-filled thriller romance from Rosalind Morris – David Bergsland’s Reality Calling
Woo hoo! My first book award! Thank you, Father! To check out the full review, click the link on the blog post. Please share and help me spread the word.
I just finished a spirit-filled thriller romance from Rosalind Morris called The Wages or The Gift and really enjoyed it. That says a lot because I quit reading thrillers a couple years back because of boredom and I’ve not enjoyed romances since my early teens in the late fifties. But this one is different.
Source: A spirit-filled thriller romance from Rosalind Morris – David Bergsland’s Reality Calling
Fun Interview Share (And other items…)
Checkout this interview that I did with www.ilikeebooks.com! It’s been a couple of weeks since the interview, but I have been trying to decide the best way to approach announcing it. I think in addition to making an announcement on my blog of interviews, live talks, author chats, and the like, I am going to add a media section to this blog to archive all such instances.
In other news, I got a new review that truly touched my heart. This is review is from a friend of mine who is not a Christian, and does not at all care for the message of my novel. However, she still enjoyed the story, and she said a lot of nice things about my writing. Hats off to Kathleen, for being able to put aside her personal preference and still appreciate the book. I think that’s awesome, but that is not what touched my heart. Keep in mind that I did not tell Kathleen anything about my writing process, so what I am about to point out is a major compliment.
She recognized my research!
That made me so happy. As a person who reads a lot of reviews. (Okay, I just let you in a little secret about me. I occasionally go onto Amazon and read book reviews. Lots of times I read reviews from books that I really liked, or books that are currently on the bestseller’s list. Often times I read five stars and the one stars to two star reviews. And see what naysayers are saying about otherwise renowned works of fiction.) Even with most five star reviews, I don’t see many reviewers noticing the research that went into creating the novel. I did so much research for The Wages or the Gift. (Not my favorite pass time. I do it when necessary.) It was so cool that someone noticed my hard work. 🙂 I am impressed, thankful, and humbled that someone actually noticed that aspect of my story.
Going Live Tonight…
I am going live again tonight at 7:00 PM Central. I was invited to speak on my love of bringing stories to life for a group called WNL Virtual Author Promotions. I think I will be able to share the video after I am done, but I am not sure. I also am not sure if the group is public enough that anyone can watch the live feed. We shall see.
Rosalind Morris: Writer, Playwright, Author, Roz 