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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Writing and Watermelon

It’s the middle of the summer and watermelon is in abundance here in the south. As I was having a way too big of a piece for lunch, I started to think about the similarities. Well, I know you’re thinking here she goes on another wild rabbit chase, but I do have a method to my madness 🙂

I was looking at my watermelon and noticing how the top inch or so has no seeds and then as you get into the middle it is almost completely seeded and then toward the rind for about a inch no seeds again.

In writing you start a book out with a solid story beginning. Always trying to make the story plausible so that the reader stays interested past the first chapter or two. Then you get to the middle and that’s where the real story just pops out and goes in every direction to fill in the body. The middle is full of the dark secrets of the story like the seeds of the watermelon. There are so many elements of the middle story. Then you get to the last of the book and you’re bringing it in tight again for a clean finish. One that will leave the reader wanting more if it’s a series or leaving them completely satisfied.

So, how’s your story going? Do you have your solid beginning and ending? Is the body of your story full of seeds that lead to the finale of a lifetime?

As always, good writing and May God Bless You…