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Christian Fiction Friday: February 26

Welcome to this week’s edition of Christian Fiction Friday brought to you by me and my lovely and talented co-host, Alana Terry! This is a chance for Christian authors to post short snippets from their works in progress! Easy and fun!

My 7-year-old has been home sick all week with pneumonia, so I haven’t written a word. In fact, this is what my day looked like yesterday:

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So, this snippet is unedited and something I wrote last week from a suspense novella that is currently untitled, but will be part of a romantic suspense bundle that I’m doing with my co-host Alana Terry and six other authors!

Andrew fought for control as the SUV slid through the intersection and crashed into an oncoming car. With the impact, her head hit the side window, dazing her. The next thing she knew, Victor had his hands on her face and was yelling something at her. Her head hurt. She raised a hand and touched the wetness at her temples. Her stomach turned when she saw the blood on her hand.

Finally, she could make out what Victor was saying. “Now! Come on, Ruth, move!” She watched as Andrew kicked his window out and climbed out of it, gun drawn. Victor reached over and pushed open his passenger door. Ruth’s hands slipped on the seat belt twice before she managed to unbuckle it. Victor crouched at the open door and held his hand out to her. “Come on!”

On her side of the vehicle, she could see the impression of the dump truck that had T-boned it. On the other side of the intersection, two men got out of the dump truck, guns drawn. She heard the screams of the onlookers before she heard the gunshots. The window next to her head suddenly cracked with a spiderweb pattern and she heard the pings of bullets hitting the side of the SUV. A burning smell filled her nostrils and smoke stung her eyes.

“Go!” yelled Andrew, popping up from behind the truck and firing in the direction of the shots. “Got to cover!”

Without looking back, she held tight to Victor’s hand as he raced away from the intersection. “Don’t stop,” he yelled, dodging his way through the heavy rush-hour pedestrian traffic. “We’re in Kovalev territory. Not safe.”

He didn’t say another word. As the adrenaline pumped through her system, she felt her headache recede and the pain she’d initially felt in her knee fade. Who knew what kind of damage she did to her body sprinting through the crowd with an almost certain concussion and possibly strained knee. Deciding that if she felt the pain in the morning, she would praise God for the glory of surviving this day and focused on keeping up with Victor.

Without warning, he ducked into a recessed building entrance, spinning her so that her back pressed up against the brick wall. Through the arched entryway, she saw a man run down the street. From the steps of the building, two women in tight mini skirts and teetering platform heels walked up to Victor. “Hello, Mr. Kovalev,” the woman with the brunette hair said, looking Ruth up and down.

“Nina,” Victor said, out of breath. “I need to get out of the territory.” He put his hands on his knees and bent over at the waist. Sweat dripped down his forehead. When he straighten, he shrugged out of his suit jacket.

“You’ll never get out,” she whispered in a heavy Russian accent, popping her head out of the archway and looking down the street. “Boris put a bounty on you. Whoever finds you, is free to go.”

Now it’s your turn! Just link your Christian Fiction Friday! Here are the rules:

1. Christian Fiction Friday is a blog hop where authors post short (400-ish words or less) snippets from their current works in progress (not published pieces).

2. Keep it PG-13 or lower. No swearing, no sex scenes. If you have a particularly violent scene or deal with a heavy or controversial subject matter, please include a disclaimer at the beginning of your post.


Suggestions:

1. Visit at least some of the other Christian Fiction Friday authors each week and comment on their blogs.

2. Don’t offer critiques unless the author specifically asks for it in his or her post.

3. Please include this blurb at the end of your weekly post:

Christian Fiction Friday is a weekly blog hop where authors post snippets from their current Works in Progress. It is hosted by Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman.
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Christian Fiction Friday: February 19th

Welcome to this week’s edition of Christian Fiction Friday brought to you by me and my lovely and talented co-host, Alana Terry! This is a chance for Christian authors to post short snippets from their works in progress! Easy and fun!

This snippet is from a suspense novella that is currently untitled, but will be part of a romantic suspense bundle that I’m doing with my co-host Alana Terry and six other authors!

“Goodnight, doctor!” She looked up and waved at one of the nurses who had assisted in the surgery.

Her phone in her hand vibrated and she saw the incoming text from Victor.

GRILL’S HOT. STEAKS GOING ON…NOW!

She smiled, love flooding her heart for her husband. Digging through the pocket of her jeans, she pulled out her key fob and unlocked her car. At least now that the sun had gone down, the heat wouldn’t suffocate her and the car seat wouldn’t sear her legs when she got in the car.

As she opened the door, something came around her neck, immobilizing her. Startled, she reached up and felt a man’s arm. “Hello, Doctor Burnette,” a heavily accented voice said in her ear. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Shea sharp pain in her neck and almost immediately, her world went gray then black.

Now it’s your turn! Just link your Christian Fiction Friday! Here are the rules:

1. Christian Fiction Friday is a blog hop where authors post short (400-ish words or less) snippets from their current works in progress (not published pieces).

2. Keep it PG-13 or lower. No swearing, no sex scenes. If you have a particularly violent scene or deal with a heavy or controversial subject matter, please include a disclaimer at the beginning of your post.


Suggestions:

1. Visit at least some of the other Christian Fiction Friday authors each week and comment on their blogs.

2. Don’t offer critiques unless the author specifically asks for it in his or her post.

3. Please include this blurb at the end of your weekly post:

Christian Fiction Friday is a weekly blog hop where authors post snippets from their current Works in Progress. It is hosted by Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman.
halleeLOGOspinefinal


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Christian Fiction Friday: February 12th

Welcome to this week’s edition of Christian Fiction Friday brought to you by me and my lovely and talented co-host, Alana Terry! This is a chance for Christian authors to post short snippets from their works in progress! Easy and fun!

I’ve been absent from CFF since the end of October. Our family moved and work got put aside for a couple of months. I’m so excited to be back and to share something from a current Work In Progress! This snippet is from a suspense novella that is currently untitled, but will be part of a romantic suspense bundle that I’m doing with my co-host Alana Terry and six other authors!

When she burst through the doors and into the hot Florida sunshine, she felt the world start spinning around her. “What to do what to do what to do?” she whispered over and over again. Seconds later, the phone in her hand vibrated, startling her so that she nearly dropped it. She recognized the number and, by way of a greeting, said, “Get me out of here.”

“I’m on my way,” Federal Marshall Dean Tucker replied. “Forty minutes.”

“That’s too long,” she sobbed.

“Do you want me to send local law enforcement?”

Yes, yes.” Disconnecting the call, she rushed across the street. Bursting into her house, she ran to the bedroom, grabbing a bag from the floor of the closet. Inside, it contained her life. Her entire thirty-year life in one leather satchel. She went into the kitchen and put two days’ worth of dog food in a plastic bowl, and added that with a couple bottles of water and an empty bowl to the bag.

When she looked at her phone, she saw that only five minutes had gone by. Major followed at her feet as she went into the living room, whining, clearly sensing her distress. “We’re okay,” she said to the dog, not even sounding convincing to her own ears. “We’ll be okay.”

At the knock on the door, Mara’s heart stopped, but Major jumped up and ran to the door, wagging his tail frantically. Ben must have seen her run across the street, or Brenda found him and told him what she’d said. She opened the door and Major burst past her, throwing the screen door open with his weight and launching himself at the man standing on her porch.

“Hello, Ruth,” he said.

Her heart felt like it stopped beating. Victor Markoff rubbed Major’s fur and looked up at her. He hadn’t changed in six months. He still wore his black hair cut short and combed back from his clean-shaven face. While his mouth smiled, his light blue eyes looked at her with a serious, almost cautious, expression. She licked her lips and looked passed him, expecting to see a car full of hit men unloading on her lawn.

Clearly, Major offered no protection against her enemy. Feeling betrayed, she stepped out onto the porch. She’d known this day would eventually happen, hadn’t she? “Major, down,” she said. Immediately, Major stopped dancing and jumping around Victor, and lowered himself to the ground, his entire body vibrating with excitement. Should she run? Should she wait for the police that Marshal Tucker called?

She couldn’t outrun him. Instead, she would stay outside, surrounded by neighbors who would hear if she needed help. She clenched her fists so that he wouldn’t notice her hands shaking. “The police will be here any moment.”

“Well then,” he said in his rich baritone voice, “I guess I better get this over with.” He reached into his pocket and she opened her mouth to scream.

Now it’s your turn! Just link your Christian Fiction Friday! Here are the rules:

1. Christian Fiction Friday is a blog hop where authors post short (400-ish words or less) snippets from their current works in progress (not published pieces).

2. Keep it PG-13 or lower. No swearing, no sex scenes. If you have a particularly violent scene or deal with a heavy or controversial subject matter, please include a disclaimer at the beginning of your post.


Suggestions:

1. Visit at least some of the other Christian Fiction Friday authors each week and comment on their blogs.

2. Don’t offer critiques unless the author specifically asks for it in his or her post.

3. Please include this blurb at the end of your weekly post:

Christian Fiction Friday is a weekly blog hop where authors post snippets from their current Works in Progress. It is hosted by Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman.
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Autism and Emotions

When our son, Scott, turned 5 in July of 2011, he was in the middle of testing and evaluations at the University of Kentucky. By the time the several visits over several weeks had completed, the diagnosis was basically “Far more reaching than simply ADHD”, and they settled on Pervasive Development Disorder, Not Otherwise Specified aka PDD (NOS).

The psychiatrist explained to us that Scott was textbook Aspergers Syndrome (which isn’t a medical classification anymore – but this was over four years ago) EXCEPT that in the IQ test, when the computer screen flashed faces exhibiting emotions by him, he not only correctly identified each emotion, he actually empathized with each emotion — exhibiting sadness over the sad face, smiling at the happy face, etc. The psychiatrist explained to us that children with autism not only can’t identify emotions, they don’t care about them, and therefore, Scott was immediately disqualified from the autism spectrum.

Over the next few years, with much research and study, we’ve actually discovered that children with autism actually feel emotions just like everyone else (I know – it’s a shocker for you parents out there with autistic children – you might want to have a seat – :::insert eyeroll:::). The way the doctor who diagnosed his Autism Spectrum Disorder explained it to us is that what they have a hard time doing, if one were to generalize it, is understanding the subtle cues from peers about emotions. And, oftentimes, have a hard time processing what their emotions mean when they’re feeling them.

I’ve even heard it suggested that, much like sensory input being so much MORE for many autistic children, the emotional input may also be so much MORE, and in a way to block out the “noise” of the emotion, they try to shield themselves from it until it overwhelms and meltdowns happen.

In my blog post An Open Letter to the Waitress at Steak N Shake, I talked about my son Scott’s obsession with the movie Inside Out. I have been noticing lately that when he feels a certain emotion he will seem to take on the persona of the emotions in the movie this movie. For instance, when he feels sadness, he personifies the character Sadness from the movie.

(As you see these pictures of Scott, please note that I did not tell him to act like “Sadness”, I asked him to show me “sad”)

sadness scott sadness

I think one of the reasons that Scott is so obsessed with this movie is because it personifies the emotions for him, in a tangible way he can understand. It really stood out to me one day when he got angry with me and balled his fists and started acting like fire was shooting out of his head.

(I did not ask Scott to act like “Anger”, I simply asked him to show me “angry”):

anger scott anger

Talking to my sister-in-law, who has a daughter with Down Syndrome, I discovered that my niece is also obsessed with Inside Out. She watches it over and over again. My sister-in-law and I both felt like the personification of emotions were what drew these kids to this movie.

(I did not ask Scott to act like “Fear” from the movie. I just asked him to show me “afraid”)

fear scott fear

I LOVE that he has this tangible “thing” now to help him grasp his emotions. Once we realized what he was doing, it gave us a way to discuss how he was feeling with him. Where before he couldn’t express it, now he has found a way to make his voice heard — even if it’s with copying a CGI character from a Pixar film.

(I did not ask Scott to act like “Disgust” from the movie, but to show me how he would respond to something “gross”)

disgustscott disgust

We now have a tool to use so that we can understand him and he can understand us. A way for us to teach him what personal cues with emotions might mean and how he can start reading them.

(I did not ask Scott to show me “Joy” from the movie, but to be “joyful”):

joyscott joy

And that makes me very happy. Joyful, even.
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