V. Joy Palmer Speaks Up

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Everyone’s Story welcomes guest author V. Joy Palmer this week. Joy is making her fictional debut with Love, Lace, and Minor Alterations, a novel described by others as a blend of faith, humor, and romance. On Facebook she describes herself as loving God, coffee, & chocolate and as a happy wife and mom. Lucky me: I’ve gotten to know Joy a bit from being in the Northeast chapter of ACFW and Lucky You, you’ll get to know Joy this week! Please check out Joy’s novel excerpt, the passage she’s chosen to share, and her awesome  BookGiveaway! We’re looking forward to chatting with you.

 

 

 

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BookGiveaway:

Joy is offering 1 randomly chosen commenter a choice between either 1 print copy or 1 ebook version of Love, Lace, and Minor Alterations, US or Canada only. The winner will be announced here on Friday, December 16th between  5-6 PM EST.

** For Giveaways: it’s not necessary to insert your private email information within comments.

 

 

Excerpt from Love, Lace, and Minor Alterations… with a word first from Joy:

Hey guys! This is a snippet from one of my favorite scenes in Love, Lace, and Minor Alterations. I had so much fun writing this scene! This is when Izze and Miles meet for the first time. At a bookstore. Because who doesn’t want to meet the love of their life at the bookstore?

Izze is just trying to buy some books, but this rude guy (AKA Miles) keeps staring at her. She’s reading in the coffee shop in the bookstore, and Miles reappears. Izze wants you to know that she seriously considered throwing her coffee at him. 😉

 

Love, Lace, and Minor Alterations V. Joy PalmerI take a sip of my drink and open the first book.

Suddenly, a shadow falls over me.

I look up, and who do I see?

That’s right. Rude Guy.

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“I beg your pardon.” My mouth hangs open.

“It’s perfectly fine. I’d just like my seat back.”

“Uh, no, I think you misunderstood me.”

He raises his eyebrows at me, and I notice his striking blue eyes for the first time. “You’re not going to move?”

“Yes. I mean no. I mean yes.”

His eyebrows creep higher at my stuttering.

I take a breath. “I mean you misunderstood when I said, ‘I beg your pardon.’ I meant it like, ‘I don’t understand what you’re talking about.’ So, no, I am not giving you the seat back because you were not sitting here. To answer your last question.”

His eyebrows have taken a flying leap to the moon by the time I finish. Which makes his rather gorgeous eyes that much more obvious. Oh, I really hate that I notice this.

“Okay.” He sets his coffee down and takes the seat across the table from me.

Bad. Bad. Very bad.

This isn’t going to end well. I can feel it in my bones.

“What are you doing?” I snarl. Politeness gone. Out comes Snot Face.

“I’m sitting.”

“I can see that, but why? This is my table. Go get your own.” My sneer would make any middle-school kid proud.

“Well, I say it’s my table, but you clearly think it’s your table. So you’re not going to budge. Correct?” He holds my gaze and nods when I don’t answer. “That’s what I thought.” He sips his coffee, sets it down, and folds his hands all lawyer-style as he waits for me to refute his logic.

Oh, I’ll refute it all right.

“I don’t know you. And I’m not sharing a table with someone I don’t know.” Ha! Take that.

“I’m James Miles Clayton, but my friends call me Miles. And this is my spot.” His smug grin reveals an even row of teeth. “And your name is?”

“None of your beeswax.” Great, now I’m reverting back to myself at age five.

“That was a good, mature comeback.” He smirks. “You don’t have to tell me your name, but it would sure go a long way in getting to know you.” His expression is somewhat charming. And insanely aggravating.

“You could be a stalker.”

“I assure you I’m not.”

“I’m sure that’s what all stalkers say. Especially when the restraining order is placed.”

“I sit at this table every time I come to this bookstore.”

“I bet the other tables would like to make your acquaintance. Share the joy.”

“I’m a one-table-for-life kind of man,” he shoots back.

“Look, you weren’t sitting here when I sat down. It looked like James had left the building.” I purposely don’t call him Miles because I am not his friend. This man is crazy.

His eyes sparkle. Uh-oh. “Now, why did you think I had left?”

“Um, because I didn’t see you.”

“If you didn’t see me, I would think you would have said something like you didn’t see me. You said it looked like I had left. Meaning you saw me. Possibly even watched me.”

“Uh…” Sigh. I cannot tell a lie. “Uh, I wasn’t watching for you. I saw you and ducked.”

“Why is that?” He leans forward.

“Because you were staring at me earlier. And that bugs me.”

He doesn’t deny staring at me. He just doesn’t address it.

“Did your mother ever teach you that staring is rude?” I ask.

“My mother raised me to be quite the gentleman.”

I snort. Like a lady. “On the contrary. Gentlemen don’t stare.”

James the Rude Guy shrugs. “Think what you’d like, but let’s get back to you. You were watching me after you ducked. To see if it was safe to sit or run.”

I refuse to comment. Hey, if he can do it, I can too.

He chuckles. “Looks like between the two of us, you’re the stalker.”

“I am not!”

Heads turn our way and someone shushes me. Great.

“I am not,” I say again, this time just above a whisper.

“That’s what they all say.”

“Argh!” My head drops to the table. “Can I please just have my table?” Might as well try polite desperation.

“Nope.”

I raise my head. “Why? Why sit here and bug me? Why not get another table?”

He looks me square in the eyes, and it almost takes my breath away. “Because I like this spot. And the company intrigues me.” He stands up. “But I’m afraid I have to go pay for this book. I hate reading a book in a coffee shop that I haven’t purchased yet. Until next time.” He winks and walks away.

This time I make sure he walks out the door.

 

Dreaming Away by V. Joy Palmer

Most days start the same. Wake up. Feed my little human. Drink warm, chocolaty goodness. I didn’t see the self-loathing freak until it was too late.

I started freaking out about my writing, my sales, my time and all the other different aspects that hold hands and skip with my writing journey. Some real. Some imagined. All making me feel like I’m so much of a failure, I should just toss my laptop in now.

But my heart once again directed me to Joseph. From a young age, this story of God’s dreamer who encountered so much heartache along the way to triumph mesmerized me. Through the ups and downs of my life, my heart has always looked to Joseph’s story for comfort, sympathy, or strength.

And when I was reading through Genesis a few weeks ago, these verses smacked me in the face with all the tact of a jackhammer to my soul:

“They saw him from afar, and before he came near to them they conspired against him to kill him. They said to one another, ‘Here comes this dreamer. Come now, let us kill him and throw him into one of the pits. Then we will say that a fierce animal has devoured him, and we will see what will become of his dreams.’” Genesis 37:18-20 (ESV)

You might be wondering what on earth is wrong with me. What sane person would spend weeks thinking about these slightly morbid verses?

This girl. (Don’t let my slightly crazed smile scare you. I swear it’s due to sleep deprivation.)

For weeks I’d pull these verses out of my heart’s pocket. I’d turn them over and over before tucking them safely away.

Waiting.

Thinking.

Asking.

Hearing the same line.

They wanted to kill the dreamer.

They wanted to kill the dreamer.

They wanted to kill the dreamer.

That resonated so deeply with me. Why? Why would that touch my heart, tear it apart, and make me weep?

Because I’m a dreamer.

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I’ll be totally honest with you guys. When something threatens to kill my dreams and passions, or when I believe it has, I don’t necessarily take it well… Like I may have been devastated to the point of crying in bed and binge eating chocolate. There have even been times when I have let the fear of “What if I fail?” keep me from trying.

But I also know the Great Author. He gave me this dream. He gave me this passion. He inspires my stories.

I am probably the least qualified person to share this with you because clearly this binge-eating girl freaks out from time to time. But I know what this journey is like. I have wallowed in depression. I have accepted rejection and trusted God. I have felt that exhilarating joy of success. I have a degree in stressology from Author University. And yes, there are things that threaten to kill my dream. The dream(s) that God has given me. The passion that connects my heart to God’s heart. And thus… a piece of me…

So my Father reminds me of Joseph. Joseph has these bizarre dreams. He was hated by his family. He was sold as a slave. He was falsely accused and thrown into prison. How easy would it have been for him to just dismiss all those dreams that God had given him? And yeah, I know Joseph literally had some dreams, and we are pursuing our passions, but the same principles apply. In fact, some people would have considered Joseph even crazier than we are, and most of us talk to imaginary people.

Point is that while you and I pursue our writing dream and all our other dreams, hardships, rejections, failures, and difficult seasons will come. I probably will may even end up binge eating chocolate again (If for no other reason than I’m a chocolate addict. Did I not mention that?). But I refuse to let anything prevent me from chasing this passion, this link of creativity that I share with God Himself.

Here comes the dreamer.

Joy’s Ah-hahs To Tweet:

@VJoyPalmer Speaks Up: The connection between #chocolate and #dreaming. #BookGiveaway (Tweet This)

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Author’s Bio:

Joy Palmer is an avid blogger and is co-founder of Snack Time Devotions. She is a youth leader at her church, and loves acting crazy and drinking coffee with the teens. When Joy isn’t urging the elves that live in her computer to write, she’s hanging out with her husband, their adorable baby girl, and their two socially awkward cats. Love, Lace, and Minor Alterations is her debut novel.

Places to connect with Joy:

Website

Author blog

Snack Time Devotions blog

Twitter

Facebook

Goodreads

Instagram

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Joy and I look forward to your comments.

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