Broken Melody is out!

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Broken Melody, Book 2 of Luna’s Children is now published and available at Amazon.com   To get your copy, go to http://www.amazon.com/Broken-Melody-Children-Melissa-Clarke-ebook/dp/B00HKU8SIE/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1388328201&sr=8-2&keywords=melissa+kay+clarke

In celebration, the first book of this series, Shattered Dreams, will be available free between December 30 and January 4.  If you haven’t already, be sure to pick it up at http://www.amazon.com/Shattered-Dreams-Children-Melissa-Clarke-ebook/dp/B00FCFOMUC/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1388329541&sr=1-2

Book three, The Strength Within, is in full swing and hopefully will be ready for publishing in late spring 2014.

Thank you for your continued support of my work and happy reading!

 

LYMI – Inspiration

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A few months back, I posted about one of my friends who was an inspiration to me and my desire to become an author.  Her name was Robin, or as affectionately known by her friends, “Wobin” or “Delswife”.  Though I mentioned her name, I didn’t really go into much detail about her other than to way that she wrote anecdotes about her life and her frequent trips to Disney World.

There was so much more to her than that.

Robin was a true loving sweet and caring friend.  She had a heart as big as all of Disney World and an infallible spirit that refused to give up.  She was a mother, a grandmother, a sister and a writer.

Yes, she was a writer – a wonderful, funny, delightful writer.  Her stories were full of humor and she had no qualms at picking good-natured fun at herself and her lovely family.  Through her vivid recalling of potent moments, her readers became immersed in the various adventures she experienced and always with a smile on her face and a laugh in her heart.  Her trade mark was “LYMI”, which stands for the phrase, “Love You, Mean It”.  It was her way of saying though the world is not perfect and even when she is poking a bit of fun, in the end family is family and no matter what, she still loves you and yes, she means it.

When Robin loved, she loved absolutely.  Even when in horrible pain, she never let it show.  Her last few years was plagued with debilitating nerve problems that forced her to wear air casts on both of her feet. What did she do?   She found the humor in it recounted her adventures wearing them. 

Not only would she do her best to brighten your mood and entertain you with a story, she would go out of her way to help you in any way she could.  When her stories became more well known, pins were created bearing the LYMI logo and sold to the general public.  Instead of taking the money herself, she gave it to JDR and MS foundations.

That was Robin.

Two years ago today, we lost her at a very young age.  When she passed away, her friends got together and made a book of all her stories and had them bound for her family.  Pdf copies were available for the rest of us.  It remains my most prized book in my kindle collection  and to this day, I still read from it regularly.  Last year, I read ‘When Christmas Trees Attack’ on my family’s ride home from my parents house during the holidays.  Some prefer a story about a jolly old elf paying a visit, but give us the tale of a younger Robin fending off a yule tree full of ornaments that jumped her when she wasn’t watching it.  Every pizza delivered to my home reminds me of the dozens of stories she told of her time as a “pizza boy”.

Robin always wanted to write a book and was intending on doing that someday, but that ‘someday’ never came for her.  It’s a sad thing that so many in this world will never know the unique prose that was Robin.  If I could have done one thing for her, it would be to go back and encourage her to get that book done and it’s such a sad thing that she never completed that goal.  That thought continued to circle in my mind for more than a year until finally, this year, I decided to learn from it.  I quit thinking “someday” and make it “now”. I wrote my first full book this year and published it.  I have accomplished one goal that my wonderful, beautiful friend couldn’t. 

Though you will never know it, Robin, YOU are one of the biggest influences of my attempt to become an author.  Not a day goes by that I don’t wish you were still here so I could talk to you.  Not a moment that I sit in front of my computer to write don’t think about you and all you did in your much too short life.

Though I can never hope to approach the genius that came so effortlessly from her, I will continue to putter away at my own attempts.  It’s all because of one little Maine woman who had such a long reach – a reach that still affects others including one mediocre writer.

Love you, really mean it!