Saturday, March 17, 2012

Life with Three Littles

Lately, I've been hearing this question a lot: "So, what's it like having three kids now?" Is there really an easy way to answer that?

Here are some pictures to give you a little taste of what it's like. I apologize in advance for the poor quality of the photos--they're ones I took myself instead of getting them from my amazing-with-a-camera sister-in-law Amy.

Adam: "Look at the new toy Mom and Dad brought home from the hospital!"
How do you walk to church with three kids under one-and-a-half?
Climbing on the table is a "No"
Climbing on the piano keys is also a "No"...
...it's just a "No" I never thought I'd have to mention
Oliver plays dress up with the Barnard girls in Christy's sweater (AKA medieval chainmail?)
Oliver "helps" Mom make a batch of granola
Good stuff, huh?
Adam experiences the delight of fruit snacks
I love seeing this boy smile!
Marcus -- all wrapped up and nowhere to go
Oliver loves holding Marcus
We're just not so sure what Marcus thinks about it

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Waiting for the Next in Series

There's something about reading a series that is so much more enticing than reading a standalone book. The end of a single book, especially if it's a good one, is always bittersweet. Why? Because the book over. Done. Finis. But the end of a book in a series gives you the excitement of looking forward to the next volume, and the hope it will be just as good as--or even better than--the one you finished.

Two summers ago I spent hours reading Anne Perry's two Victorian mystery series featuring William Monk and Thomas Pitt. Last summer I devoured all twenty of the books in Lindsey Davis' Falco series. Last month I finished the three books in Suzanne Collins' Hunger Games series. This week I finished The Dragon's Tooth, the first volume in N. D. Wilson's Ashtown Burials series.

The Dragon's Tooth, a children's fantasy novel by the author of the 100 Cupboards, kept me turning page after page with growing excitement. Want to know more about it? Here is the blurb:

For two years, Cyrus and Antigone Smith have run a sagging roadside motel with their older brother, Daniel. Nothing ever seems to happen. Then a strange old man with bone tattoos arrives, demanding a specific room. 
Less than 24 hours later, the old man is dead. The motel has burned, and Daniel is missing. And Cyrus and Antigone are kneeling in a crowded hall, swearing an oath to an order of explorers who have long served as caretakers of the world's secrets, keepers of powerful relics from lost civilizations, and jailers to unkillable criminals who have terrorized the world for millennia. 
When I finished the book, I was thrilled to realize that there are several more (at total of five, I think) in the Ashtown Burials series. But--here's the rub--the rest aren't published yet! It'll be ages and ages before I find out what happens next to Cyrus and Antigone Smith! I love reading books in a series, but a series that's not finished yet? Pure agony.

And the sheer exasperation of not being able to get my hands on the next book reminded me that I've put readers in the same unenviable spot. Road from the West: Book I of the Chronicles of Tancred came out in 2011 and left Tancred and his fellow Crusaders trapped in the city of Antioch surrounded by a besieging army of infidels. Flower of the Desert: Book II of the Chronicles of Tancred is slated to be released at the end of 2012. Have patience, gentle reader! I understand your pain.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Road from the West - Free on Kindle This Weekend

Madison Street Publishing is offering my latest novel, Road from the West, free on Kindle this weekend, from Saturday, February 25 through Monday, February 27. I would love it if you could spread the word about this exciting promotional. Let's see how many copies we can give away before the end of Monday!

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ROAD FROM THE WEST: BOOK I OF THE CHRONICLES OF TANCRED


A tale of Courage, Conquest, Intrigue, and Honor. 

You've heard of the Knights Templar, you've heard of Richard the Lionheart—now learn the story that started it all with the adventures of the First Crusade.

Haunted by guilt from the past and nightmares of the future, a young Norman named Tancred takes the cross and vows to be the first to free Jerusalem from the infidels. As he journeys to the Holy Land, he braves vast deserts, mortal famine, and the ever-present ambushes of the enemy Turks—but the greatest danger of all is deciding which of the Crusader lords to trust. A mysterious seer prophesies that Tancred will find great love and great sorrow on his journey, but the second seems intent on claiming him before he can find the first. Intrigues and passions grow as every battle brings the Crusaders one step closer to Jerusalem. Not all are destined to survive the perilous road from the West.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The Inkblot Society


Sometime last autumn I became involved in a Facebook group for writers that one of my friends put together. After sending out invites to other friends and acquaintances on the literary road, our numbers swelled to around a dozen. We made a rather timid start to helping each other with our writing aspirations, posting links to writing resources and sharing our own writing goals.

Then, in January, we had a meeting which brought some impetus and structure to our formless group. We decided to review monthly submissions from members and create a biannual journal of our work. In February, after much pain and travail, we gave birth to a suitable name for our motley crew--The Inkblot Society, known informally as The Inkblots. Here is a description of our society, drafted by Bethany of The Erratic Muse for our display at the Trinity Arts Festival last week.
THE INKBLOT SOCIETY
a rabble of dedicated, but busy, writers striving to honor God with the terrifying and wonderful world of words. We have variegated taste and focus, different strengths, weaknesses, and end goals, but we are all committed to learning from each other and providing encouragement, accountability, and feedback. Whether it be with a four-line poem or a seven-book series, we strive to use the various genres of writing to change the world. We meet monthly and are currently conjuring up a biannual journal.
The first edition of the journal will hopefully be published in June. We still need to conjure up a name for our publication, and after all the agony that attended choosing a name for our group, I'm not really looking forward to the process. Suggestions welcome!

Monday, February 20, 2012

Patronage, Artists, and the Trinity Arts Festival


When I think about art and the viability of making a living as an artist, I am reminded of a scene from Hello Dolly
Ambrose Kemper: And I'm telling you that I will marry her!
Horace Vandergelder: Not without my permission, you won't!
AK: This is a free country, not a private kingdom. She's consented and I'll marry her.
HV: I'm telling you that you won't.
AK: I'm telling you I will.
HV: Ermengarde is not for you. You can't support her. You are an artist.
AK: I make a good living.
HV: A living, Mr Kemper, is made by selling something that everybody needs at least once a year. And a million is made by producing something everybody needs every day. You artists, you painters, produce nothing that nobody needs, never.
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Has there ever been a time when an artist could make a living? There used to be a time when it was--perhaps--easier to do so. In an article titled "The Lost Art of Patronage," Charles Erlandson argues that from its earliest days the Church has proved an important patron for artists. He writes:
After Christianity had found an imperial sponsor in Constantine, the church became an even greater sponsor of the arts.... Funds from the imperial treasury were now available to the church to patronize Christian art, and the decorative arts in general and more specifically painting were supported, as were the best artists. 
But the artists of this time were not given free rein to create whatever they imagined. Their art was encouraged, supported, and patronized only insofar as it could be useful to the Church itself.
What we never find in the patronage of the early church is an art for art's sake mentality. Actually, "art for art's sake" is a peculiar interpretation of art developed in the nineteenth century, and I suppose what I really mean is a notion of art as an entity which is capable of standing on its own, divorced from its explicitly religious context. The early church is not alone in this idea; every culture that has existed, with the notable exceptions of Greco-Roman civilization and its modern, secular heir (which in this sense would have to be dated from the Renaissance) has understood art as primarily a means of worship. It is a relatively recent idea that art is something completely different and separable from worship and even religion in general. 
Book of Kells
This view of art as inseparable from religion is evident throughout the Middle Ages. The monks of Ireland and England used art to beautify the Bible, creating illuminated manuscripts such as the Book of Kells and the Lindisfarne Gospels. Musicians found a venue for their work in worship with Gregorian chants that developed into the polyphonic masses of the High Middle Ages. Poets exercised their pens with hymns of praise that could be set to the music of the worship service. A glorious new expression of architecture reared its head with the construction of cathedrals.

During the Middle Ages, very little art was produced without a direct or indirect connection to formal worship; the Church itself was the inspiration, the breeding ground, and the employer for artists of all kinds. And the Church provided a living for the artists who breathed life into the Church's worship.

With the Renaissance, however, all this began to change. Private noblemen, like the Medici of Florence, began to take over the Church's role as patron of the arts, and the connection between art and religion was severed. Erlandson writes:
This new form of patronage, with its emphasis on calling attention to the patron and its idea of art being worthy in and of itself of contemplation, bears the distinct marks of the modern conception of the arts and patronage.
This notion of private persons as the new patrons of art continued to gain prominence after the Renaissance until the Church almost entirely lost its position as patron of the arts. Today the Church provides little opportunity or incentive for artists to exercise their talents. Artists must look elsewhere to find patrons for their work.

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On Friday I attended the Trinity Arts Festival hosted by my home church, Reformation Covenant Church in Oregon City, OR. This was the fourth year the festival has been held, and the attendees all seem to agree that it was the best festival to date. While my church is a long way off from being in a position to provide employment for artists, the Trinity Arts Festival is a great way to encourage the arts in the congregation and the community. The art and music entered in the festival did not have to be explicitly religious, but participants were asked to share with the audience a way in which their piece brought glory to God.

Musicians sang and played instruments in the sanctuary and a couple smaller rooms throughout the church.





Art of all kinds--nearly a hundred pieces--was on display.

Photography
Drawings

Paintings

One of my favorite paintings there, by Lindsey Lyons


This painting by Kerilynn Ayers won the Peoples' Choice Awards

Woodworking and Textiles

Needlework
One-of-a-kind displays like this Etch-a-sketch drawing

Postcards were available for sale of some of the artwork at the event.



The festivities were enhanced by food--some of it submitted as art in its own right--and wine.




I submitted a poem for the festival, and it was displayed on the table put together by my writers' group, The Inkblot Society.






What is The Inkblot Society? The answer to that question deserves a post all of its own, a post that will be forthcoming later this week. But for now, I will leave you with this: just as the Trinity Arts Festival hopes to encourage art of all kinds within the church community, The Inkblot Society hopes to encourage, more specifically, the art of writing.

Thanks to all the organizers who made the festival such a fabulous event! Thanks to all the musicians and artists who participated. And thanks to Peter Mahar for allowing me to use many of his photographs in this blog post. I'm already looking forward to next year's Trinity Arts Festival....

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