Stephanie Hurt – Romance Author

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The bunny did it, I need a new plan!

An update on my lettuce regrowing project and it’s not good. I planted the rooted lettuce sections in the garden over the weekend and have nurtured my little plants. Well, I went out last night after Church to check on my plants which had grown over five inches and for a long while I just stared at the spot where my lettuce was supposed to be. Yep, you guessed it, something chewed my lettuce to the nubs.

That’s when I realized who’d eat my salad. We have a back yard bunny. I’ve watched him every morning as I sipped my coffee but he always stayed in the back of the yard. I guess it never crossed my mind that he’d come into the garden. Thank goodness I eat a lot of lettuce and have three plants rooting now. When I plant them I’ll definitely put a screen over the plants.

As for my surprise project, it’s going great. Worked on the synopsis yesterday and have the first chapter completed and even edited. It took a couple of hours, but my editor and I have it ready. I’ve had a lot of fun with the research for this project and it’s a new adventure. Can’t wait to give you some hints, but for now I’ll hold back.

Hope you have a great Thursday. I need to get back to writing.

As always, great writing and May God Bless You…

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Lightning Bugs and Mason Jars

How many remember this childhood activity? I remember how exciting it was the first summer night every year when the little flashes of light would start. Your heart would race and then you’d run inside to get a mason jar and lid. Of course you made sure to poke holes in the top. Then you’d run outside and chase the bugs until your parents called you in.

Back then we didn’t think about dangers like snakes underfoot in the dark or running into a tree in the dark. It was just pure country fun. I always remember fondly those times. The air would be cooler after the warm days. The grass would be cool under our bare feet as my brother and I would run all over the yard chase that yellow flashing gold. Once they were caught we’d thrust them into the jar and quickly close the lid so they didn’t escape. Our parents would call us in to wash off the lightning bug stink from our hands and place our jars that glowed with the beautiful bugs on our nightstands for nightlights.

Summer holds so many memories for me. My grandfather had a huge garden that the family worked together. I remember running through the corn stalks that looked like they reached the sky. Then collapsing in the freshly tilled dirt and running our fingers through the warm rich soil. Yes, I stayed dirty as a child in the summer. We were country children and dirt was just part of the fun. When the corn was pulled we’d help with the canning. There’s nothing like the smell of fresh corn being cut from the cob on a cool summer morning.

It’s crazy the scents that bring back those memories. If I smell rain in the air it reminds me of watching the rain fall on the freshly tilled ground. I remember my granddaddy hoping for lightning to add nitrogen to the soil. I always thought that was crazy because I never liked lightning. He’d point out that it was important to the soil, but still it eluded me.

Then there’s the traumatic parts of farming. My grandfather decided to raise rabbits. My brother and I thought this was so cool. We each got one of our own to name and help feed. We wondered why he kept telling us not to make them pets. Well, soon we found out why, yep, they were made into stew. That was traumatic for a young child, but he did warn us. He believed in living off the land and that’s what he did.

I attribute my love of tomatos to my grandfather’s farm. I’d wait for the cherry tomatoes to mature and then sneak out to the plants and clean the plant of it’s ripe red heaven. My grandfather would get so angry with me, but then he’d smile and ask if they were sweet enough. 

Do you have warm childhood memories? I’d love to hear about them. If you do, make sure your children have a chance for the same memories. I taught my son about lightning bugs and he loves to garden. He actually planted our garden for the last couple of years. Oh yeah, I always plant cherry tomatoes and I’m constantly walking out and picking them while they’re still warm from the sun. 

As always, good writing and May God Bless You…


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A country girl’s life

As some of you know if you follow my blog, I’m a country girl. I love living in the country. As a child I played in the woods, corn fields, cow pasture, and mud puddles to my little heart’s delight. I’m raising my son to enjoy and respect the same countryside that I love. Now he fishes and hunts, not to mention plays in the mud and catches frogs. It’s just a wonderful life.

Take for instance this morning. We woke to a gorgeous sunny morning here in Georgia, which here lately is a wondrous sight. After a cup of coffee and toast we headed out to cut limbs out of our trees to allow the sun and breeze to blow easily through. But not before we watched Luke Bryan in all his gorgeousness hunting on a program my husband watches. 

Then it was time to weed the garden and pick the tomatoes. I gathered the ones in the bowl on the counter with the new ones. Yep, you guessed it. I canned them. Maybe you’re saying but wouldn’t it be easier to buy them already canned in the store. Well, yeah, but nothings better than in the dead of winter pulling out your frozen goods from the summer garden. It’s using God’s bounty that he generously provides us.  

I did take time to clean the house some. Now I’m propped on pillows in the bed with the sun streaming through the windows. We are actually getting what I call a true summer rain shower. It’s still sun shining as the rain gently falls. I have my laptop and now it’s time to get to work. 

The birds are singing outside the window and playing in the rose bushes. It would be a moment of quiet solitude if my son wasn’t two bedrooms up playing his drums and my husband is in the den watching the last Harry Potter. But it’s still peaceful in my country home.

As for the rest of the day, it will be committed to hours of working on my current manuscript. I’m excited. I worked last night until almost midnight. I would have worked longer, but my eyes were telling me it’s time to shut it down. Although my brain was still working as I tried to go to sleep. 

Hope your Saturday is a pleasant one. Take a little time to listen to the birds sing and watch a couple of clouds silently pass through the blue skies.

As always, good writing and May God Bless You…


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Thinking it’s dead doesn’t make it dead,,,

As I worked in my flower bed this evening I came upon a plant that I thought had died. It was all brown on top and just plain out looked horrible. I was getting ready to dig it up and throw it out, but under the dead, ugly top stems was beautiful lush green leaves. I sat back and grinned. I was glad because I loved that plant. 

Writing can be the same way. Sometimes you start out really into a story and it just totally dies. I had a couple of stories that this has happened to. I’d have a really strong feeling about it and then after a couple of chapters the vibe would totally leave me.

But the other day I had one of the stories wonder into my head. The more I thought about it the more I had to sit down and work on it. Well I added several chapters and and working on a finishing touch. Of course my editor is going to strangle me because I have a couple of manuscripts that need to be finished and I’m polishing them up as we speak. 

So, my point is this, if you have a manuscript that you’ve had to put down because of lack of interest, don’t throw it out. Just put it out of sight for a little while and it may come back to you. I feel that any story that comes to you is important and meant to be written. It just needs a little tender loving care. Maybe it only needs a little pruning 🙂

As always, good writing and May God Bless You…