Michelle Kidd Speaks Up!

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Everyone’s Story welcomes author Michelle Kidd. Michelle describes herself as a Christian, author of Christian fiction, romance, and time travel… and her novel, Timeless Moments, which is her Giveaway offer, reflects not only her passion but her success! Be sure to check out her novel excerpt. Then take a few minutes to see what Michelle speaks out on. We look forward to hearing from you!

 

 

 

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BookGiveaway:

Michelle is offering 1 randomly chosen commenter a print book of Timeless Moments (if in US) or an ebook (if outside of the US). The winner will be announced between 6-7 PM EST (or possibly earlier that day) on November 3rd.

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Excerpt froTimeless Moments

 

From Timeless Moments by Michelle Kidd

Addie Truscott could taste the bitterness of fear, a combination of dry mouth and sour stomach. Nasty business, this sneaking around. She didn’t enjoy snooping, but like anything else distasteful she found it best to close her eyes and avoid thinking about it. After all, a person didn’t spend a lifetime cleaning up other people’s messes by being squeamish.

She let herself into the forbidden room using a ring of keys that had appeared as if from nowhere. The metal cut into her palm. She realized she was gripping them like a vise. Take it easy! She took a calming breath still curious about the mysterious ring. Something about its unusual appearance told her not to reveal her discovery to anyone. Who had ever heard of a colorized picture—colored, not painted! The American flag emblazed in front of two buildings of equal height. Addie had never been to the larger cities, but she knew such structures weren’t possible. In gold letters it had the words: Never Forget. Never forget what? She shivered and ran her thumb over the smooth trinket. Focus, old girl. Now’s not the time to lollygag.

Inside the chamber, she removed the bundle of envelopes from her apron. Many still bore smudges of blood from the day she’d found her mistress. They’d littered the floor like so much confetti. Had this been the real reason for the fight between them? She’d read through each missive countless times, puzzled and fascinated by what they contained. Such nonsense about the future.

She’d always possessed a curious mind, and if there was one thing she couldn’t resist it was a good mystery. Strange things were happening under her roof, and she didn’t like it. She’d never been one to meddle, finding it best to do her job and not get involved. But Miss Jewel was something special. Without warning, the young woman had wormed her way into Addie’s heart. She flinched as her conscience reminded her how freely she’d jumped to conclusions.

Not wanting to stay in the room a moment longer than necessary, she hastily replaced the letters. Dr. Wiltshire must never know she’d taken them. She had intended to approach Miss Jewel and ask her about this mysterious Jack, but Dr. Wiltshire’s sudden return had prevented her from questioning her. Just as well, she didn’t think in her present state Miss Jewel could remember the truth.

Addie had to wonder if it was a coincidence. Many of the things she’d read, letters penned months earlier, were now coming to fruition. This had all the elements of one of her mystery novels. Just like the pages of her books, it was hard to resist, seeing each detail through till the end. This puzzle twisted and turned with hidden compartments, secret messages, and what was shaping up to be a devious villain.

She still hadn’t solved the riddle of how the letters got into the window seat. Was it possible the correspondence was from the future as indicated in the earlier notes? Doubtful. Not that she believed in such things, but she’d left her own message and was curious to see what would happen. The room had remained locked and there were only two sets of keys. She kept one herself, Dr. Wiltshire held the only other key.

How her heart thumped with irrational anticipation. It was time to see if she’d received a response. She took a step, mindful of the boards that groaned beneath her weight; she’d have a good laugh at herself when she opened it and found her own note still there. Such a foolish old woman entertaining this nonsense. Still . . .

Addie shoved aside the cushion, spotting the folded sheet of paper that protruded halfway from the crevice. She blinked at the neat square that lay there, challenging her to deny its validity. It was not the message she had left the day before—that much was obvious. Incredulous, all she could do was stare.

Suddenly, Addie’s heart seized. Her blood froze. She heard the distinct clip of Dr. Wiltshire’s shoes on the stair, their steady pace resounding like the minor keys of a funeral dirge. Trapped! She had mere seconds.

Frantic, she snatched the note, shoved it into her apron, and scoured the room for a place to hide. Her eyes fixed on the wooden armoire. Flinging the doors open, she squeezed inside and made herself as small as possible. She hadn’t even known her stubby legs were capable of such deftness. Oh, how she regretted her midnight raids of the pantry. She waited breathless, shuddering as she tried not to think about what Dr. Wiltshire might do if he caught her.

The jingle of keys never sounded more ominous. The door swung wide as he strode into the room and over to the cushion. Watching him through the sliver between the closet doors, she saw he wasted no time checking the window seat. She was sure she heard the sound of her own heartbeat threatening to give away her location. Thank the Lord she had removed the telltale note—if she’d been seconds later . . .

Addie eased her hand into her pocket, clutching the paper to reassure herself, as she watched him lift the lid. Upon finding it empty, he let it slam close. His eyes darted about the room as if he searched for something before stopping to rest on the armoire.

Did he see her? Spikes of fear paralyzed her. She held her breath, hand flying to her mouth. Addie sought the power to disappear, but found none. All she could do was pray.

Just as she thought he’d descend upon her, he swiveled and headed in the opposite direction—to the bed. She shoved a knuckled fist between her lips to stifle the gasp of relief. She stared with disbelief. His expression was almost unrecognizable. Where was the calm, reasonable doctor who carried out orders with such efficiency? She didn’t recognize this wild-eyed man that stalked about like a hungry lion? His hair, always so meticulous and groomed fell across one eye, casting an eerie shadow on his features.

He dropped to the bed, drawing the pillow to his face with all the tenderness of a lover. What was he doing? Dear Lord!

His lips moved, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. He pulled something from the slip cover. It looked like . . . it couldn’t be . . . was that a clump of hair—Miss Jewel’s hair . . . tied with a satin ribbon. She observed, horrified, as he caressed it, twirling it around his finger. The clothes and walls of the closet threatened to close in on her. She was hot, suffocating, she had to get out.

Addie closed her eyes and willed herself to breathe. Why wasn’t he at the hospital? She had watched him drive away this morning. Only when she was certain he had gone could she venture from the room. Did he suspect something?

It seemed an eternity passed before he gained control of himself, returned the lock of hair, and smoothed his ruffled appearance. He checked the window seat once more before turning to leave.

She waited until the sound of his footsteps faded before unfolding herself and leaving the cramped space. Her muscles were stiff from the tiny area, but better sore than the alternative. On noodle legs, she eased to the door. She hesitated, listening for sounds of movement. What if he was waiting in the hallway? With a deep breath, she turned the knob. Locked! Oh, lands! Locked in from the outside!

Addie back-stepped trying to figure out what she should do. Her face glistened, damp with sweat. She dabbed at the perspiration with the corner of her apron. The keys dangled, useless in her hand—the lock was on the other side of the door. If only . . .

Fear muddled her thoughts even as she recognized she must keep her wits to escape. Think! Culpeper would help her, but where was he? With hope, she moved to the window. Yes! There, trimming the hedges in the garden!

She pecked at the glass trying to get his attention. He had to see her. He did not look up at first, but after her persistent tapping he cast a wary glance upward. She read confusion on his face even from a distance. Why was he standing there? Didn’t he understand she needed him? She continued to motion for him. Oh, how she wished he’d hurry.

After several attempts, he seemed to understand that she wanted him to come inside. He laid aside his pruning shears, looked from side to side as if assuring himself he wasn’t being watched, and headed to what Addie hoped was the kitchen entrance. She moved to the door to await his approach. It seemed forever, before she heard the familiar shuffle of his feet.

“Addie? What you do’n in Miss Jewel’s room? You fix’n to get yourself in a mess of trouble.”

“Where’s Dr. Wiltshire?” she hissed.

“He gone.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes’m, I seen him drive away not more than five minutes ago.”

“I’m locked in and need your help. I’ll slide the key under. Can you let me out?”

“How you lock yourself in?”

“Not now.” Addie pulled the object from the ring and shoved it beneath the door. “Please, just hurry.”

There was a brief pause and the scratching of metal against metal, before the knob turned and Culpeper’s bent figure smiled at her. “There you go. You want to tell me how you got yourself locked in there? Dr. Wiltshire ain’t gonna like it when he find out.”

“He isn’t going to find out.” Addie did her best to restore her dignity, pulling herself up straight and squaring her shoulders. “This has to be between you and me. Our lives could depend on it, Culpeper. Swear?”

“I swear. You know I ain’t no fan of Dr. Wiltshire, that’s a fact. But you better be mo’ careful from now on. Ol’ Culpeper may not be around to let you out next time. This got something to do with Miss Jewel?”

“Yes, she’s in trouble. I’m just not sure to what extent. We’ve not done right by her, Culpeper. Just keep your eyes and ears open. Be alert. Things aren’t what they seem in this house.”

“I know that’s right.”

Minutes after watching Culpepper limp back to finish his gardening, Addie hurried to the privacy of her room off the dining area. It was a cozy little space filled with shelves perfect for her mysteries. She pulled the crumpled letter from her pocket. She’d put herself at risk to intercept this note. Now she was praying it would shed light on her unanswered questions. With clumsy fingers, she unfolded her spectacles, fastened her greedy eyes to the words on the page, and prepared herself for whatever truth the message may lend.

 

Consider me a friend who wishes to express my deepest concern over the disappearance of my friend, the woman I have been corresponding with named Jewel. I fear for her safety.

I am not sure how little or how much you know about me, but I write to you from the year 2014. As incredible as it seems, somehow our worlds have overlapped, allowing Jewel and I to communicate. Her letters stopped abruptly two months ago, and I’m worried that she may be in trouble. My intentions for writing were never to cause her any grief, but to learn more about our unusual circumstances. Please, if you could tell me what happened to her, I’d be so grateful.

Sincerely,

Jack Vines

 

Addie made the sign of the cross, fanning her flaming cheeks with the letter. Lands! How could this be real? If this was to be believed, Miss Jewel wasn’t crazy. All this time she’s been drugged and held against her will, and she, Addie, had a hand in it. Lord, forgive me!

It also meant she needed to use extreme caution when dealing with Dr. Wiltshire. He had tried to kill his wife, and almost gotten away with it. What would he do if he found out she had read the letters?

Oh, Lord, why? What am I doing?

Thoughts stung her mind like many bees. Her first priority would be to get Miss Jewel off the medication. That would not be easy given that Dr. Wiltshire controlled the dosage and had convinced his young bride of his devotion. Weaning her away from it could be dangerous, too. She needed a miracle, that’s what.

Then there was the business of the letters. Somehow she must let this Jack-person know that Miss Jewel was in danger. But did she dare sneak back inside the room? What if Dr. Wiltshire figured out what she was doing?

The police were not an option. Who would believe such a story? Even if she reported it, it would be the doctor’s words against her own. Who would the authorities be more inclined to trust . . . a doctor or an addle-brained housekeeper? That’s what he’d say. She’d experienced the ease in which he lied. No, she’d have to figure this out on her own.

As she collected a pen and paper, she tried to think what she should write. She positioned herself at the desk, touched the tip of her tongue to the nib, and scratched out a message. With resolve, she did her best to push down the feelings of doubt and disbelief.

 

Dear Mr. Vines,

I am writing this letter on behalf of my mistress to let you know she is in danger. Please understand that I overstep my station in telling you this information, and, I pray you are a man of honor. I find this most remarkable, and have difficulty believing that you are, as you say, from the future. Still, I have seen your letters as proof, and I must take this at face value and not some sort of hoax.

Mrs. Wiltshire is being held here in the house against her will. She is in the upper tower. My employer is a cruel man, and I fear for all our safety. He has convinced Miss Jewel that she has some sort of break from reality and that you are part of this insanity. He has her heavily medicated, and controls the distribution and dosage of the drug. I feel helpless as to how best to help. It is my duty to look after Mrs. Wiltshire.

I . . .

 

But Addie didn’t get to finish that thought. Urgent pounding at the door startled her from her deep thoughts, causing her to drop the unfinished message to the floor. What in the world!

“Addie, I need you to come quickly.”

“Dr. Wiltshire?” Her voice squeaked despite herself. With a haste she didn’t know she possessed, she gathered the letter, folded it, and shoved it as far back into the pigeonhole as she could. She piled several books to the front, hiding any trace of the paper. “Just a moment.”

She swung the door open and stepped out into the hallway. “What seems to be the problem, Dr. Wiltshire?”

“It’s Culpepper. I’m afraid he’s had a terrible accident.”

“Accident, wh-why I just saw him not more than thirty minutes ago.”

His ice blue eyes glittered. “Addie, that’s the thing with accidents, you never know when one might happen.”

The hair on her neck bristled. “Well, is he all right . . . where is he?”

“It’s a mercy I found him.”

You? But I thought you’d gone for the day?”

“Gone? Why, Addie, I never left.”

 

 

Casting Out Fear by Michelle Kidd

 

Whenever I’m asked to write anything outside fiction, I panic. Do I have anything to contribute? What can I say that anyone would want to hear? Who am I and why would anyone want to read what I have to say? Voices of doubt and insecurity creep in.

Anyone who lives with fear and uncertainty knows it can be debilitating. That’s why I’d much rather hide behind fictional characters and hang out inside an alternative reality. From there I’m safe. If someone doesn’t like my work, it’s the character’s fault—at least that’s what I tell myself. On the other hand, if I step into the world of social media, I open myself up to ridicule. I’ve been known to agonize twenty minutes over a 41-character Tweet.

Then I remember what is important.

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Sharing shouldn’t be about one’s self. It’s not even about the reader. GASP! If what we do is to truly matter, it must be about giving glory to our Heavenly Father. That’s why we have this beautiful nugget of truth: “Perfect love casts out all fear.” When we remove ourselves from the equation and make everything we do about giving glory to Him, it puts our efforts in perspective.

Many people struggle with doubts and insecurities. As writers we are especially prone to this temptation. We often take ourselves too seriously. That, in my opinion, is what the enemy counts on. If he can cause us to take our eyes off giving glory to the Father, he stops us in our tracks.

I often question the Lord why my themes tend to deal with darker matters. Why can’t I write light and fluffy feel-good books? It isn’t as if I haven’t tried. I have purposely set out to do just that, but no sooner do I start when something dreadful happens to my characters and they are forced to overcome some dark monster and conquer their own battles with self-doubt. I suppose books would be pretty boring without conflict, but it’s far different in the real world when we are forced to battle our own demons. As authors, we push our characters to do things we would never dream of doing ourselves.

So, why not just stay where things are comfy and never push ourselves to tackle fear? Why did I agree to do a blog when it causes so much anxiety? Why not make excuses, or more honestly, admit I’m afraid of what people will think of me? The answer is simple. God has promised that his grace is sufficient for us and His power is perfected in our weakness. By faith, I’m learning to allow my love for the Lord to be stronger than my fear of failure.

No one knows our weaknesses better than the Father who created us. So, when I tell him that I can’t do something, He rightly agrees, but reminds me that that is when He oftentimes gets the most glory.

After I wrote my first book, I was absolutely convinced no one would ever want to read it. It dealt with difficult subject matters, and I feared what friends, family, and readers would think. I almost let that anxiety keep me from submitting it to a publisher. I wasn’t sure I could handle dealing with that sort of rejection. Still, I loved my characters and felt the Lord was leading me to share their story. Against every instinct I had, I submitted and was accepted by Amazon’s Kindle Press. Since then, I have had countless readers, Christian and non-Christian, reach out and tell me how Jewel’s story has touched them. There is no greater feeling for a writer than to receive a “THANK YOU” letter, email, or correspondence. Have they all been positive? I wish! But even in this, God receives the glory as He continues to, as the psalmist says, “enlarge my steps under me.” Praise and criticism are a part of growth, and if I connected with one reader to show how faith can overcome adversity, it’s worth the struggle.

If fear weren’t so much a part of who we are, it wouldn’t be mentioned so many times in the Bible. Is there something you feel compelled to do? Are you being asked to branch out in a new direction that requires you to step outside your comfort zone? My question to you today is this, are you willing to lay aside your fear and do all that God asks? When we give ourselves in love, we allow God to work through us, despite our sometimes-clumsy efforts. Moving forward is never without cost, but you never know how God will use you next.

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Author’s Bio:

Born and raised in the heart of Virginia, Michelle Kidd is an author, quilter, and avid reader. Michelle lives with her husband of 25 years, two sons, the world’s craziest cat, and dorky dog. When not writing, she enjoys homeschooling and time with family. A lifelong writer, she enjoys weaving her faith through her stories. 

Michelle enjoys hearing from her readers and learning how the stories and characters have impacted them.

Places to connect with Michelle:

Website

Twitter

Facebook

Amazon Author Page

 

Michelle and I look forward to your comments.

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WK and CameAlong

My novella, And You Came Along (it releases as a stand-alone novella on December 2nd) , is part of the fabulous collection, Winter’s Kiss, available for pre-orders now at only $.99!! The collection releases November 7th. You can find Winter’s Kiss here.

 

45 comments to Michelle Kidd Speaks Up!

  • Wow! that excerpt from your book, Michelle, really snagged my curiosity! Thank you for sharing about overcoming your fears. For sure, submitting writing for publication can be a bit scary at times.

    • elaineadmin

      AnnaLee, so happy to see you’re back safe and sound from your trip and that you’re visiting here 😊 I’m glad you enjoyed Michelle’s feature.

  • Ann Ellison

    Wow! The excerpt sure has me hooked. Enjoyed the interview.

  • Hi, AnnaLee! Thank you so much. Glad you enjoyed the excerpt. Yes, sharing ourselves through writing can be intimidating. I’m a work in progress, lol! 😊

  • That first chapter is a grabber, Michelle! Thank you for sharing. Here I feel like I should be writing something deeper, LOL,
    and you wonder why you can’t write light and fluffy stories. I do deal with some serious issues in my stories, but I always
    seem to gravitate toward lightening them with humor and sweetness somehow. I guess we just must follow the Lord’s
    lead wherever our stories take us.

    You’ve hosted another great guest, Elaine!

    • elaineadmin

      Kathy, I’m glad you enjoyed Michelle’s feature. You’ve hit upon a fascinating topic: I believe God designed not only each of us an individuals but those of us as writers are to tell the story He wants, and those who are readers and do not write will read and enjoy what He wants. My two cents, at least.

  • Nedlo Wise

    I have the hard cover of Timeless Moments, and intend ordering the CD audio version and looking forward to listening to Timeless Moments in the car. I understand the release date will be sometime in December of this year. That is something to look forward too.

    An intriguing excerpt from an exceptional story.

    And thank so much for your open discussion about fear.

    • elaineadmin

      Nedlo, thanks for your visit this evening. Hmm. Now I’m going to have to check out the CD audio version since I listen to so much audio fiction to and from driving to the day job. Thanks for the tip! Hope to see you again.

  • Janet Estridge

    Casting out our fears means to totally surrender to God and what He has in store for us. We can only see as far as our nose but God can see the whole picture from beginning to end.

  • Hi, Ann! Thank you. Happy to hear you enjoyed it!

  • Thank you, Kathleen! What a great point! I often find myself thinking I should be doing this or that. It’s wonderful how the Lord makes us all different with different perspectives. We have to tell the story we were born to tell.

  • Hi, Nedlo! Thank you! I’m so happy you enjoyed the book, and I’m super excited about the audio, too! You’re correct about the launch date. It will be out this December. Enjoy and have a wonderful evening.

  • Hi, Janet! Right you are. How wonderful it would be if we could only remember that everything we experience comes through the Lord’s filter. It’s such a beautiful feeling of trust when we keep that in mind. Thank you for your insight! ❤️

  • I really enjoyed the excerpt and hopped over to Amazon and bought it. Looking forward to reading it.

  • Anne Rightler

    Thank you for the interview. The excerpt has quite the hook…it’s pulling me in! I like what Michelle said about bringing glory to God. As we walk out our faith, that is what it’s all about, isn’t it? Our lives should shout the gospel of Christ to others. Thank you for sharing.

    • elaineadmin

      I haven’t thought about my recent day-job change, Anne, until I just read your comment: our whole lives *should* reflect the Gospel of Christ to others. One of the reasons why I’m glad I made the decision to move on into this next and new chapter in my life.

      Thanks for your visit!

    • Hi, Anne! It is about bringing glory to Him, isn’t it? Each day is an opportunity to learn and grow. Thanks so much for reading and sharing your insights! 😊

  • Marilyn

    Michelle, your excerpt reeled me in. So the book is going on my never ending TBR list. Thank you for your openness. God is faithful to those who trust in Him and He’ll take care of our fear when we are truly His.

    Elaine, I always enjoy the authors who have visiting here on Everyone’s Story. Thank you for sharing and the best to you both with God’s guidance as you write to glorify Him.

    • elaineadmin

      Marilyn, I’m glad yo enjoyed Michelle’s feature. It brings me joy to hear that a viewer enjoys my guests’ spots.

    • Marilyn, thank you so much! ❤ I’m so happy to hear you enjoyed the excerpt and hope you’ll enjoy the book. I hear you with the never-ending TBR list. I have one of those, too! God IS definitely faithful when we trust Him and brings peace to the troubled heart. Blessings!

  • Thank you for sharing your feelings on this blog. Your books sound as though they come from the heart, a heart for God.

  • Linda

    Interesting interview

  • Perrianne Askew

    Great interview & excerpt. You would be new to me and that’s always good. Thank you for sharing the human side of writing. A lot of times all we see is the pretty glossy cover and it looks all perfect. Thank you for weaving your faith into your writing and for the giveaway opportunity.

  • Michelle, my dear friend, don’t question why you seem to write about the dark things. You are one of the brightest lights I have ever known. And a light as bright as yours always shines even in the dark corners of humanity. After all, the brighter the light, the darker the shadow.

    Perhaps it is your great faith that gives you the imagination to see the humanity in the hearts and souls of your character. No writer could ever succeed if all they wrote about was the light and fluffy days in our lives.

    You, better than most, know the dark and evil sides of the characters I create in my stories, yet you were one of the most supportive people I met when I began writing. I still remember how encouraging you were. You didn’t judge ME by the acts of my characters.

    And you can be sure that anyone who reads your work will see the light of your talent shining through.

    Best of luck, my friend!

  • KayM

    Thank you for the very inspiring blog post, Michelle and Elaine. Michelle, you book except definitely pulled me in! I’m looking forward to reading Timeless Moments.

  • elaineadmin

    Heartfelt thanks to my lovely guest, author Michelle Kidd, for being a great guest this past week. Wow, Michelle, you have many adoring fans and I hope this blog exposure blesses you with more 💗Do come back for another visit!

    Thanks for your Giveaway of Timeless Moments. And the winner is…

    Linda. Congratulations, Linda!! Both Michelle and I will contact you via direct email.

    Blessings to all.

  • Elain, I can’t thank you enough for having me on your blog. I’ve truly enjoyed meeting all your lovely readers, and I thank you for sharing them with me this week. This has been a blessing. I would be honored to come back for a future visit, and thank you for being such an encouragement to writers! ❤

    Congratulations, Linda! I look forward to talking to you!

    Blessings!
    Michelle

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