JOYE JOHNSON – Politely Refusing the Kool-Aid

November 15, 2014December 11, 2014

New and/or Improved

The title of my next book is She Rose High. Set in the early 20th century, a multiethnic orphan girl is hired to work for a couple with a riotous marriage and a gifted son. The girl is eighteen, about to leave England for the first time. The ship she sails on is also on its maiden voyage.

This next venture is in New Adult territory. It’s a weird market, because the main characters are in their late teens or early 20’s. How is the most exhilarating time of your life so overlooked Continue reading “New and/or Improved”

October 20, 2014November 15, 2014

Cress in Waterbee is published!

Download Cress in Waterbee to your Kindle for only $1.89. To whet your whistle, check out the first three chapters here on my blog, under YA Novel. Continue reading Cress in Waterbee is published!

October 3, 2014November 25, 2014

My Brush With…Anger

I’m starting with anger because it’s my first memory. Well, part of my first memory. The furthest back I can remember is when I was a baby, I’m guessing around five or six months. I wasn’t old enough to sit up, and I couldn’t roll over yet. I lay in a crib, with a mobile … Continue reading My Brush With…Anger

September 29, 2014September 29, 2014

Sharing the Vision

Pinterest started as that hot boyfriend who was no good for my writing schedule. But it turned out to be more than a chemical thing once I saw its potential. As a writer, Pinterest can be that loving partner your muse is looking for, but how? By creating boards that correspond to your books. Story … Continue reading Sharing the Vision

September 25, 2014

The Teatime Author Interview…with Joye Johnson

I did an interview with A Woman’s Wisdom. Please follow her glorious blog 😃 Continue reading The Teatime Author Interview…with Joye Johnson

September 14, 2014June 3, 2015

Cress in Waterbee, Chapter 2

Another Path

Icy rain fell as Romah walked along Temple Street. While crossing the main road, several thoughts beat in time with her heart. The train might delay. What if she had to stand for hours at the station, wet in her wool stockings? It might give her time to lose her resolve. Though the ticket lay in her handbag, Romah saw herself running back to her mother. “Uccellina,” Mrs. Gornan had said, “my little bird is leaving me.” After a two-day journey, Romah would arrive in Vermont. She was to start on the Waterbee Watchman in two weeks, having told the editor that she didn’t need time to settle in. Or to change my mind, she added to herself. Continue reading “Cress in Waterbee, Chapter 2”

September 12, 2014January 14, 2015

Why We Stare

I’VE DONE IT – been out somewhere and saw an interracial couple. What goes through the minds of us who stare? ‘They should be with their own kind’. ‘You want a white girl THAT BAD?’ ‘Somebody’s rebelling’. I’m happy to say I’ve never thought the first one. If you’re dating a human, then you’re with your own kind. I’ll worry when you start checking out pelicans. Continue reading “Why We Stare”

September 11, 2014

YA Novel – Cress in Waterbee, Chapter 1, Part 2

The mob tore shutters from their hinges. They fired shots and hammered walls until their panels broke off. Amid the pounding, Elaine Dawson poured oil into a lantern. She set it on the kitchen table, then put her arms around the shoulders of Jake Steward. Jake bit his nails and stared at the floor, his … Continue reading YA Novel – Cress in Waterbee, Chapter 1, Part 2

September 8, 2014September 25, 2014

YA Novel — ‘Cress in Waterbee’, Chapter 1, Part 1

Cress in Waterbee is my YA/Historical fiction novel. Cress Steward is a biracial girl who lives in Vermont in the 1880’s. Here is the first half of chapter one: Screaming Asleep Romah held a heavy basket. Filled with bottles of cures, the basket dug into her side as she ran down the street. The town … Continue reading YA Novel — ‘Cress in Waterbee’, Chapter 1, Part 1

September 5, 2014December 28, 2015

My Own Private Turandot

The other day I watched the opera ‘Turandot’. Its most famous aria is ‘Nessun Dorma’. You know, where the guy yells ‘vincero, vinceRO, vinCHAAAAAARRRROHHH’at the end. Anyway, it happens to be my favorite opera – set in ancient China, the untouchable princess Turandot beheads every suitor who can’t answer her riddles. It’s her way of … Continue reading My Own Private Turandot

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