tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015084040259761401.post6619952144365716786..comments2023-05-21T05:28:00.503-05:00Comments on Nicole Baart: Far From HereNicole Baarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12126739050064302961noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015084040259761401.post-29437756700604514602010-11-16T21:43:27.771-06:002010-11-16T21:43:27.771-06:00Jaymi, I'd love to read your crazy book! :)
L...Jaymi, I'd love to read your crazy book! :)<br /><br />Lauren, you're so right. Most book ideas start as a spark, then slowly evolve into something that only faintly resembles the original concept. It's like having a conversation with me! I'm a derailed train of thought story-teller. Anyway, I think your idea is compelling. Question: Where's the conflict? What does your protag need/want? Just curious.<br /><br />Nikolyn, oh I'd love to write that story! Wow. What a sacrifice. What a deep, deep love between sisters. Thanks so much for sharing.<br /><br />Sherry, your family has a remarkable legacy. Do you take part in any of the Cherokee rituals? I love Native American culture, though I'm an admirer from afar--I don't know nearly as much about it as I'd like to. Anyway, I don't know if you have any inclinations to write a book, but you've got a doozie there.<br /><br />Thanks so much for sharing everyone! I had so much fun reading your story starters. :)Nicole Baarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12126739050064302961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015084040259761401.post-11721514810365148872010-11-16T08:25:03.315-06:002010-11-16T08:25:03.315-06:00What a mysteriously fascinating story prompt, Nico...What a mysteriously fascinating story prompt, Nicole! I'm looking forward to discovering how you developed your plot and characters. Sounds like it will be a great read!<br /><br />Most of my family is from the Appalachain Mountains of Tennessee (more specifically, what is known now as the Great Smoky Mountains). I was fortunate enough to get to know my great grandfather when I was a teenager, during the short years before he died. He was a full-blooded native American of the Cherokee tribe. He became a Christian in his early twenties when a white missionary visited his home far atop a mountain. He soon left his home and his people and became a minister at a tiny church in the valley. He ended up marrying the missionary's daughter (my great grandmother). They had six children together. Their youngest daughter, however, became very sick with pneumonia when she was only two years old. My great grandfather spent days in prayer at her bedside. When she died, my great grandfather grew angry with God and gave up his faith. He decided to try to re-establish himself with his Cherokee family, but was met with a lot of anger and resentment from them. He and my great grandmother built a home nearby anyway. God soon drew my great grandfather back to Him, though, and my great grandfather ended up leading many of his family and fellow Cherokee to the Lord. During his ministry to the Cherokee, he ended up starting a church that melded the practice and dedication of the Christian faith with Cherokee traditions. For example, the Cherokee pray with their eyes open so that they can see the miracle of God's creation during their prayers.<br /><br />I always loved hearing my grandfather and great grandfather tell their stories of times spent on the mountain and of how the Lord grew their faith when it seened that He was far away.Sherryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11978423910080306435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015084040259761401.post-24513708565073379492010-11-15T20:50:52.283-06:002010-11-15T20:50:52.283-06:00I've always wanted to write a story about my g...I've always wanted to write a story about my grandma and her 2 sisters. Back in "the day" a rough man spoke for her sister but the sister was in love with a soldier and the other sister went in her place...for sunday dinner...and stayed with him, never came home, and married him and had a hard life. My grandma was younger and married a wonderful man....the third sister married the soldier...Nikolynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06337932705367584572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015084040259761401.post-87344154949545427562010-11-15T20:13:59.939-06:002010-11-15T20:13:59.939-06:00Oh! That sounds so eerie and mysterious. I can'...Oh! That sounds so eerie and mysterious. I can't wait to read more about it, although I'm really sorry about your dad's friend. That must have been an odd way to handle a loss through outright untraceable disappearance.<br /><br />I actually went to a baby shower a few weeks before my high school graduation where the woman the shower was thrown for was pregnant with twins. Her cousin, who I cheered with, had just finished her first year at college and was going to Japan for two weeks, then coming back to help out with the twins. Something there sparked my imagination. I started seeing a young girl coming home from school to help care for her sister's newborn twins. Of course, now, three years later her sister doesn't have babies anymore, and the girl is coming home to help her sister arrange their father's funeral. It's funny the way one spark can create something big, even if it changes along the way.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015084040259761401.post-8070081434599300912010-11-15T15:37:04.400-06:002010-11-15T15:37:04.400-06:00I remember you talking about the picture of your d...I remember you talking about the picture of your dad's friend and how you were going to write about it someday. That was a few years go, I think! So glad you are doing it and I can't wait to read it!<br /><br />I might write a book about right now - a time of craziness amidst a lot of growing. I think I might be the only one that reads it though =)Vandewater Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04335912683944014663noreply@blogger.com