Thursday, December 29, 2005
Note: This listing isn't ranked. You can check the best top ten Gospel Fiction for ranking of this category. If you disagree with my picks, please comment and give me your top picks.
1. Plenty Good Room by Cheri Paris Edwards
2. Amen Sisters by Angela Benson
3. Made of Honor by Marilynn Griffith
4. Still Waters by Patricia Haley
5. Sacred Sons Linda Hudson-Smith,
6. Heaven Sent by Montre’ Bible
7. Because of Grace by Kendra Norman-Bellamy
8. Crossing Jhordan’s River by Kendra Norman-Bellamy
9. Wings of Grace by Vanessa Davis Griggs
10. Seasons by Bonnie Hopkins
11. What Ana Mae Left Behind by Felicia Mason
12. Dark Things by David Humphrey, Sr.
13. A Heart of Devotion by Tia McCollors
14. Thicker than Water by Kendra Norman-Bellamy, Linda Hudson-Smith, Maxine Billings
15. Saved in the City by Jacqueline Thomas
16. How Sweet the Sound by Jacqueline Thomas, Francis Ray, Felicia Mason
17. A Test of Faith by Maxine Billings
18. Soul Matters by Yolanda Sanders
19. Good to Me by Latonya Mason
20. Choose Me by Xenia Ruiz
21. What’s a Sistah to Do by Tiffany Warren
22. Ain’t no Valley by Sharon Ewell Foster
23. A Love so Strong by Kendra Norman-Bellamy
24. Expired by Evie Rhodes
25. A Man Inspired by Derek Jackson
I will upload pics of these book covers in a few weeks, as I am out of in the swamps with my Dad and he doesn't have DSL, Firefox, Quamana...bless him. :)
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
by Dee D. Stewart
Here we go again, Lord God, almighty. Rest assured I’m sincere this year.
Your girl is going to lose that weight come first thing smoking this new year.
I ain’t joking, Lord God almighty. For sure.
See. Baby Doll needs a daddy.
Yeah, I know.
She has a daddy. What I mean is she needs a good one.
Yea. Uh-huh. You know what I’m talking.
I’m going to do it for real. Stop eating. Stop cooking. Stop whatever.
‘Cause my thirty-two is starting to look like fifty-two.
And Beyonce, Halle, and Oprah needs a run for their money.
It’s hard enough competing with these cheerleading candy stripers all over town, let alone all the new celebrities moving into Suwanee, Alpharetta, and what not.
Mama, needs to compete.
And I need you to help me.
Ttt...Lord, please tell me you had something to do with that new church that’s set up shop down the street.
Lord God, almighty. That big glass looking icicle up Sugarloaf Parkway--The Atlanta Cathedral.
Bishop Gerome “He’s so fine He blows my mind” Alexander pastor and CEO, according to this business card one his Alexanderlites places in my hand the other day over, while I was shopping in Krogers.
Now you know the one I’m talking about?
Well...good. So you see my predicament.
The man can’t see me when my entourage is a moving tent.
What about Baby Doll?
Like I said, Baby Doll needs a daddy. And Bishop Gerome “He’ s so--
What does she want from all this?
Baby Doll’s six-years-old. All she wants is a Cabbage Patch and 24/7 Disney Channel.
What about what she needs?
She’s getting her needs met. And when I drop this quick fifty, she’ll get more than that.
What about me?
Wait a minute now. I’m asking you to help me, so that I won’t keep having to bother you all the time. I’m doing this for you.
So as to free up your time so that you can rescue people from natural disasters, world hunger, AIDS, fake wars, real wars...What?
Why don’t I stop eating for you?
Hmmm. Never thought of that.
You say if I give up feeding myself with food to please my appetite and instead feed myself with you to please my soul; then I can have more than a daddy for Baby Doll and I won’t have to compete with the Alexanderlites.
I don’t know...
Why not give it a try?
Because--no offense--that doesn’t motivate me. I need to feel a man holding me, wanting me and vice versa. I need to see my daughter go to sleep without worrying me to death about monsters in the closet. Shoot. I need a little help. She’s handful. Shoot. I’m a handful.
I don’t want to be alone. And Baby Doll doesn’t count.
Yeah, I know. I’m being selfish, but why can’t I have somebody for me for a change?
There’s two of me, because I need a companion. Look at me.
That‘s not the reason.
Because I don’t have faith in your companionship?
Tttt...I should’ve kept my resolution to myself.
“What if I kept my resolution to myself?” HE speaks clearly now. “What if I gave up the cross for a young girl I met in the market once. Or to take a position with the chief priests? What if I gave up everything I am to you now for my own ambition?”
Then I wouldn’t have Baby Doll.
Or my health...
Atlanta Cathedral, Bishop Gerome,
The only friend who would listen to your crap 24/7.
I said I was a handful.
OK. More than a handful.
OK. I get your point.
Happy New Year.
Happy New Year to you, too. And by the way--the church around the corner--the small one that you pass everyday has Overeaters Anonymous. If you’re interested.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
This summer Chris Wells of CCM Magazine asked me to refer him to great writing by Christian African-American authors. Well, I've done more than that here and at CFB. I'm penning a new literary term- Gospel Fiction.
Oftentimes, I'm asked what's the difference between Gospel Fiction and Christian Fiction. There isn't a difference. All authors write from where they stand, regardless of color. The uniqueness of work written by African-Americans from what I've read so far--and remember this genre is only five-years-old--is its ability to include dominational settings without alienating other Christian views; its clever inclusion of sermons and psalms, and an unashamed, authentic voice that doesn't concern itself with political correctness, homogenized faith, intimate physicality, and stream of conscience prayer in asides. Simply- gospel fiction is about praising God through the story and making him the third element of the triangle to complete every relationship involved. Now onto the list...
Dee's Best 10 African-American Gospel Fiction of 2005.
This compilation is based on rankings by Dee's Books Reviewed-reviewer service, Christian Fiction Blog mailing list nominations, Dee's Books Reviewed bookstore owner compiled books sold stats, Amazon.com readers ratings, and Romantic Times BookClub Reviews by Dee Y. Stewart.
7. Made of Honor by Marilynn Griffith
Came across this jewel of a novel this month. A full review is posted this month as well.
Angela Benson isn't afraid to tackle church politics, scandal and how they affect the congregation in this novel about two twins, who are destined to help each other.
Kendra is one of the hardest working writers out there right now. She had at least four books on shelves this year and another one on the way in March. But this book unlike her Grace Series is in my opinion her soul-searching romantic best.
Can't be anything but biased when it comes to Tia McCollors. We crit this book in our writer's group-The Atlanta Black Christian Writer's Group. We prayed over this book, so I have loads to say about the process of this book. But what I like about it from a readers standpoint is that its not syrupy sweet and Tia has a gift of creating these characters that seek God as if he were air, as if it should be. Be prepared for Zora's Cry this spring.
Denise Stinson and the Walk Worthy crew have cranked out some gems this year. Plan to discuss this year's line in detail this week. But Good to Me was a good read to me. Great writing, pacing, plot. Good to Me.
I'm not a fan of stories where the reader has to learn about the main character threw flashbacks, letters found in the attic or any of those Bridges of Madison County type devices. But Ana Mae did leave something behind that was larger than her small fortune, that needed to be told, and found, in order to enrich your soul.
Best book written by an African American Christian writer ever! Fast paced, medical thriller. Universality. Great prose. Moody Press needs a tap on the hand for not publicizing this book better. And why didn't I find this book in Lifeway?
Saturday, December 24, 2005
by LAURA MILLER,
for The New Yorker
Issue of 2005-12-26 and 2006-01-02. Posted 2005-12-19
Pullman also makes the argument that Lewis really isn’t all that Christian. The fate of Susan Pevensie, he told me, indicates “some sort of crazed, deranged Manichaeism. Here’s a simple test: What is the greatest Christian virtue? Well, it’s charity, isn’t it? It’s love. If somebody who knew nothing about Christian doctrine, and who had been told that Lewis was a great Christian teacher, read all the way through those books, would he get that message? No.”
- Phillip Pullman
Read this article and when my mind reached this passage, I reread it twice. Before I give my response, I would like to know from you before the year ends--
Is there one theme that should define Christian Fiction?
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
St. Joseph's AME Church
Durham, North Carolina
February 3-4, 2006
Speakers and workshop leaders include: Stanice Anderson, Michelle Andrea Bowen Brown, Claudia Burney, Sharon Ewell Foster, Marilynn Griffith, Dr. Gail Hayes, Victoria Johnson, Rebecca Osaigbovo and Jacquelin Thomas. Conference highlights include an evening of tea and books, a praise concert with Jennifer Evans, inspiring speakers and writing workshop
As part of its year-long 35th Anniversary celebration, The Shrine of the Black Madonna Cultural Center & Bookstore ("The Shrine"), one of America's largest and oldest Black-owned bookstore chains, is sponsoring a nationwide Write is Might short story competition open to all new and unpublished writers. Along with cash prizes, the winning entry will be published on the website of the Black Issues Book Review, the only large circulation forum solely devoted to covering both fiction and nonfiction books written by Black authors.
Monday, December 19, 2005
"Are you telling me that the Ritz Carlton is booked to capacity?" My husband, Joe asked the guest services clerk, Rhonda. "That never happens. Can you check again?"
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Saturday, December 17, 2005
The winners is:
Kendra Norman-Bellamy's Grace Series
Special mention to Janet Elaine Smith, Marilynn Griffith, Suzanne Wolfe, Tia McCollors, Dee Henderson, Karen Kingsbury, and Deanne Gist for being nominated. Thanks to all who participated via email or commenting here.
Put your thinking caps on for our next contest: The Best Christian Fiction Novel of 2005. Start emailing me your nominations.
Notice: The prior winner was changed, because the book nominated was not published in 2005. Sorry.
Marcus Harris Songs in Search of a Voice doesn't have to look any further than its author for what it seeks. This lover's lament, romantic refrain, psalms politik paints a truthful experience line after line. Divided into six chapters appropriately titled for the sound of mood: umbrous undertones (hushed quiet,) key of melancholy(lover's lament), etc. when read aloud these poems sing at their loudest. Tight prose, packed emotion. A perfect compliment to the silence in the room.
My favorite poem, "Heart Shaped Bruises: The Truth According to Tonya." Great small, huge work!
;so your heart must have been tucked
somewhere in your fist...
Great small, huge work!
"The foremost goal on our minds should be to create a story that is true to its own world view...The job of the writer is to take a close and uncomfortable look at the world they inhabit, the world we all inhabit, and the job of the novel is to make the corpse stink."
-Walter Moseley's Writing Life from the Washington Post
Great article about a writer's purpose. Some may not agree, but I do. The stories that have moved me to change my actions were books that pointed out some wrongs in my life.
I want to write such a book that shed a light on a truth God wants me to show. But I must confess, oftentimes I think that my personal relationship with Christ is not where it needs to be for me to illuminate someone else. I need truth for my own self.
I've been sick this week. Didn't won't to talk about it. But the truth of the matter is I have a chronic illness. I overextend myself as if my body is still 100% and then suffer for my pride. Pride is a problem. Perhaps it is the truth I need to shed light on, the thing my protagonist Marlo grapples with as she raises her daughter own her own.
Tell me. How do you view the world in your writing? Or do you?
Tayari's Blog: Walter Mosley Tells the Truth
Friday, December 16, 2005
- Black Sands by Colleen Coble
- Leave it to Claire by Tracey Bateman
- Outriders by Kathryn Mackel.
- *Pink by Marilynn Griffith
*Christian Fiction Blog will be reviewing this selection for January.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Even Now by Karen Kingsbury
Lifeway : $11.99
by Michael Nelson, President & CEO of Thomas Nelson
I had to bring this discussion to your attention, irregardless of my sleep deprived self. Michael Nelson is thinking outside the box of book publishing and into a more digital handheld library device. Been devouring this month's Fast Company, which parallels to Nelson discussion except they are talking about how e-commerce and downloading is changing Hollywood. Book publishing must follow.So I would like to know from you...if there was a digital device to store our favorite books what would it look like?
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
EUGENE, OREGON December 12, 2005 Two Harvest House authors not only made it onto Santas nice list, they ended up on another Booklists Top Ten Christian Novels of the Year.
A Window to the World by Susan Meissner and Forgiving Solomon Long by Chris Well, both made the Top Ten Christian Novels list from Booklist magazine, published by the American Library Association. The list was selected from all Christian novels released between October 2004 and October 2005.
It's certainly a shocking and wonderful piece of news, he[Well] says. This year as a firsttime novelist has already been such a whirlwind but to be included by Booklist among such distinguished names as Philip Gulley and Melody Carlson and W. Dale Cramer is a greater honor than I could ever have expected.
Monday, December 12, 2005
One of my favorite Christmas stories for your reading pleasure...to download it to an MP3 player click the title
The day after Christmas a number of years ago, I was driving down a country road in Texas. And it was a bitter cold, cold morning. And walking ahead of me on the gravel road was a little bare-footed boy with non-descript ragged overalls and a makeshift sleeved sweater tied around his little ears. I stopped and picked him up. Looked like he was about 12 years old and his little feet were blue with the cold. He was carrying an orange.
And he got in and had the brightest blue eyes one ever saw. And he turned a bright smile on my face and says, "I'm-a going down the road about two miles to my cousins. I want to show him my orange old Santa Claus brought me." But I wasn't going to mention Christmas to him because I figured he came from a family -- the kind that don't have Christmas. But he brought it up himself. He said, "Did old Santa Claus come to see you, Mister?" And I said, "Yes. We had a real nice Christmas at our house and I hope you had the same."
He paused for a moment, looked at me. And then with all the sincerity in the world said, "Mister, we had the wonderfulest Christmas in the United States down to our place. Lordy, it was the first one we ever had had there. See, we never do have them out there much. Don't notice when Christmastime comes. We heared about it, but never did have one 'cause -- well, you know, it's just papa says that old Santa Claus -- papa hoorahs a lot and said old Santa Claus was scared to bring his reindeer down into our section of the county because folks down there so hard up that they liable to catch one of his reindeer and butcher him for meat. But just several days before Christmas, a lady come out from town and she told all the families through there, our family, too, that they was -- old Santa Claus was come in town to leave some things for us and if papa'd go in town, he could get some Christmastime for all of us. And papa hooked up the mule and wagon. He went in town. But he told us children, said, "Now don't ya'll get all worked up and excited because there might not be nothing to this yarn that lady told."
And--but, shucks, she hadn't got out of sight up the lane there till we was done a-watching for him to come back. We couldn't get our minds on nothing else, you know. And mama, she'd come to the door once in a while and say, "Now ya'll quit that looking up the lane because papa told you there might not be nothing." And -- but long about the middle of the afternoon, well, we heared the team a-jangling harness a-coming and we ran out in the front yard, and Ernie, my little brother, called out and said, "Yonder come papa." And here come them mules just in a big trot, you know, and papa standing upright in the bed of that wagon holding two big old chickens, all the feathers picked off. And he was just yelling, "Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas." And the team stopped right in front of the gate. And all us children just went a-swarming out there like a flock of chichis, you know, and just a-crawling over that wagon and a-looking in.
And, Mister, I wish you could have seen what was in that wagon. It's bags of stripety candy and apples and oranges and sacks of flour and some real coffee, you know, and just all tinselly and pretty and we couldn't say nothing. Just kind of held our breath and looked at it, you know. And papa standing there just waving them two chickens, a-yelling, "Merry Christmas to you. Merry Christmas to you," and a-laughing that big old grin on his face. And mama, she come a-hurrying out with the baby in her arms, you know. And when she looked in that wagon, she just stopped, and then papa, he dropped them two chickens and reached and caught the baby out of her arms, you know, and held him up and said, "Merry Christmas to you, Santa Claus." And baby, little old Alvie Lee, he just laughed like he knowed it was Christmas, too, you know. And mama, she started telling us the name of all of them nuts. They wasn't just peanuts. They was -- she had names for all of them. She -- mama knows a heap of things like that. She'd seen that stuff before, you know? And we was, all of us, just a-chattering and a-going on at the same time, us young'uns, a-looking in there.
And all of a sudden, we heared papa call out, "Merry Christmas to you, Sam Jackson." And we stopped and looked. And here comes Sam Jackson a-leading that old cripple-legged mule of his up the lane. And papa said, "Sam Jackson, did you get in town to get some Christmas this year?" Sam Jackson, you know, he sharecrops over there across the creek from our place. And he shook his head and said, "Well, no, sir, Mister. Well, I didn't go in town. I heared about that, but I didn't know it was for colored folks, too. I thought it was just for you white families." All of a sudden, none of us children were saying nothing. Papa, he looked down at mama and mama looked up at him and they didn't say nothing, like they don't a heap of times, but they know what the other one's a-thinking. They're like that, you know. And all of a sudden, papa, he broke out in a big grin again. He said, "Dad-blame-it, Sam Jackson, it's a sure a good thing you come by here. Lord have mercy, I liked to forgot. Old Santa Claus would have me in court if he heared about this. The last thing he asked me if I lived out here near you. Said he hadn't seen you around and said he wanted me to bring part of this out here to you and your family, your woman and your children."
Well, sir, Sam Jackson, he broke out in a big grin. Papa says, "I'll tell you what to do. You get your wife and children and you come down here tomorrow morning. It's going to be Christmastime all day long. Come early and stay late." Sam Jackson said, "You reckon?" And mama called out to him and said, "Yes, and you tell your wife to be sure and bring some pots and pans because we're going to have a heap of cookin' to do and I ain't sure I've got enough to take care of all of it." Well, sir, old Sam Jackson, he started off a-leading that mule up the lane in a full trot, you know, and he was a-heading home to get the word to his folks and his children, you know.
And next morning, it just -- you remember how it was yesterday morning, just rosy red and looked like Christmastime. It was cold, but you didn't notice the cold, you know, when the sun just come up, just all rosy red. And us young'uns were all out of bed before daylight seemed like, just running in the kitchen and smelling and looking. And it was all there sure enough. And here come Sam Jackson and his team and his wife and his five young'uns in there. And they's all lookin' over the edge. And we run out and yelled, "Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas." And papa said, "Christmas gift to you, Sam Jackson. Ya'll come on in." And they come in and mama and Sister Jackson, they got in the kitchen and they started a-cooking things up. And us young'uns started playing Christmastime. And it's a lot of fun, you know. We'd just play Christmas Gift with one another and run around and around the house and just roll in the dirt, you know, and then we started playing Go Up To The Kitchen Door And Smell. And we'd run up and smell inside that kitchen door where mama and Sister Jackson was a-cooking at, and then we'd just die laughing and roll in the dirt, you know, and go chasing around and playing Christmas Gift.
And we played Christmastime till we just wore ourselves out. And papa and Sam Jackson--they put a table up and put some sheets over it, some boards up over some sawhorses. And everybody had a place, even the baby. And mama and Sister Jackson said, "Well, now it's ready to come on in. We're going to have Christmas dinner." And I sit right next to Willy Jackson, you know, and he just rolled his eyes at me and I'd roll mine at him. And we'd just die laughing, you know, and there was an apple and an orange and some stripety candy at everybody's place. And that was just dessert, see. That wasn't the real Christmas dinner. Mama and them had done cooked that up. And they just had it spread up and down the table.
And so papa and Sam Jackson, they'd been sitting on the front porch and they come in. Papa, he sit at one end of the table, Sam Jackson sit at the other. And it was just a beautiful table like you never had seen. And I didn't know nothing could ever look like that and smell that good, you know. And Sam Jackson, you know, he's real black and he had on that white clean shirt of his and then them overalls. Everything had been washed and was real clean. Papa, he said, "Brother Jackson, I believe you're a deacon in the church. I ain't much of a church man myself, but I believe you're a deacon. Maybe you'd be willing to give grace." Well, Sam Jackson, he stood up there and his hands is real big and he kind of held onto the side of the table, you know. But he didn't bow his head like a heap of folks do when they're saying the blessing. He just looked up and smiled. And he said, "Lord, I hope you having as nice a Christmas up there with your angels as we're having down here because it sure is Christmastime down here. And I just wanted to say Merry Christmas to you, Lord.
Like I say, Mister, I believe that was the wonderfulest Christmas in the United States of America."'
Friday, December 09, 2005
Last summer my writing group went to TimberRidge Conference Center here in Georgia. It was so good. For those of you award winning writers where do you go to meet with other creatives and concentrate solely on your craft? I'm going home in a few weeks to South Georgia and get some work done down there.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Coming in 2006 I will be launching a new website and moving this blog to the site, so stay tuned to the name change-- Gospel Fiction. I like the name. I've saved the domain, But I also like davidaestewart dot com, too! But it's hard to spell. Dee Stewart is boring and I'm not, so...Stay tuned.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Nativity Scene at Koeln Cathedral(my senior thesis topic)
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
"How cool is that: To be 61 and sell your first book?" said Jane Watson, winner of last Christian Writers Guild "Operation First Novel" Contest.
Bertrand's Structure and Definition in Fiction, an excerpt...
Click the pic to direct you to my The Master's Artist post for this week.
Dark Star: Confessions of a Rock Idol, has been chosen by Christian Book Distributors as one of its Top 20 Editorial Picks for 2005! You can meet Creston is at Borders-Mall of Georgia, Dec. 17, 4-7 p.m.
Monday, December 05, 2005
A Breakdown of Current Narnia News for your reading pleasure..
MSN-Mainichi Daily News -
|1 (1)||The Preacher's Daughter||Beverly Lewis, Bethany House, p|
|2 (4)||Forgiven||Karen Kingsbury, Tyndale, p|
|3 (8)||Last Light||Terri Blackstock, Zondervan, p|
|4 (10)||The Assassins||Oliver North, Broadman & Holman, c|
|5 (21)||Just Above a Whisper||Lori Wick, Harvest House, p|
|6 (28)||Fame||Karen Kingsbury, Tyndale, p|
|7 (29)||Redeeming Love||Francine Rivers, Multnomah, p|
|8 (31)||Amethyst||Lauraine Snelling, Bethany House, p|
|9 (33)||Monster||Frank Peretti, WestBow (Nelson), c|
|10 (44)||What She Left for Me||Tracie Peterson, Bethany House, p|
Saturday, December 03, 2005
"Is it worth it, Samantha?" A voice spoke to her clearer than the glass candle holders dazzling against the flickering flames inside the fireplace.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Seven Things I Cannot Do
Seven Things that Attract Me to My Wife [husband,
romantic interest, best friend, whomever] (my fiancee and I called it quits in October, but I'm dating, so I will do what attracts me to certain men)
Seven Things I Say Most Often
Seven Movies I Would Watch Over and Over Again
Seven People I Want to Join in Too
Thursday, December 01, 2005
To learn more visit Dancing Word.
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