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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Serials and Scenarios - MaryLu Tyndall - On The Plank

MaryLu Tyndall BOLDLY shares her thoughts. Pour a mug of grog and join us.


Pick one…..Pink iguana, purple cow, periwinkle giraffe. Which one and why? Can be negative or positive.

Definitely the periwinkle giraffe. Tall, elegant with a commanding view of the surroundings and her choice of the most succulent leaves upon the treetops. Who wouldn’t choose that over an iguana or a cow?


Favorite turn of phrase or word picture, in literature or movie.

“He was actuated by a belief in himself that was tempered by no consciousness of his limitations.” Captain Blood, by Raphael Sabatini

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a large fortune, must be in want of a wife.” Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen



What would you write if there were no rules or barriers? (epic novels about characters in the Bible, poetry, greeting cards, plays, movies, instruction manuals, etc.)

Without any restrictions, I’d still write the type of inspirational, romantic, adventurous novels that I currently write, but I believe I’d touch on more controversial, edgy, and real-life issues in my stories than the CBA allows presently.


What makes you feel alive?

Walking along the beach while talking to my Father in heaven. How much more alive can someone feel than when they are in the presence of their Creator?


How does something worm its way into your heart? Through tears, truth, humor or other?

Honest and deep emotions expressed without barriers, hang-ups, self-consciousness, or fear of consequence. Whenever someone in a book or movie pours out their heart and has everything to lose and nothing to gain from it, I always cry.


Where would you most like to travel ----- moon, north pole, deep seas, deserted island, the holy land or back to a place from your childhood, somewhere else? and why.

Deserted island, of course. Warm sun caressing my skin, turquoise waters lapping on the shore, peace and quiet, away from the hustle and bustle of my busy life. Sounds like heaven to me.


Favorite season and why?

Spring. Everything is fresh and beautiful, resurrecting from the deep sleep of a cold winter. It reminds me of God’s renewing grace, His resurrection power, and that His mercies are fresh every morning.


Favorite book setting and why?

The Caribbean or anywhere in the warm tropics. I suppose because it reminds me of the carefree days of a childhood spent on the warm Florida beaches, and of course I love the sea—the wild, unpredictable, tempestuous sea. What a great backdrop in which to write about adventure and romance!


Super power you'd love to borrow for awhile?


Flying. I’ve always been envious of birds. What would it be like to soar with the wings of eagles?


Favorite chore

Favorite—Chore? Do these two words go together?


Describe something you can see, hear, taste or feel without telling us what the item is.

The soothing aroma tickled her nose and drew her from bed like an enchanting song. Plodding down the hall, she rubbed her sleepy eyes, and breathed in a deep whiff of the rich, dark bouquet. Her mouth suddenly woke and began to water in anticipation before she even reached the kitchen. Grabbing the pot, she poured the ebony liquid into her cup, added the creamy sweetener, and then held the mug, allowing the warmth to seep through her fingers and palms like the rays of sun on a summer’s day. Lifting the cup to her nose she inhaled the rich, spicy tropical aroma and smiled. Then placing her lips gently on the rim, she took a sip. That first sip was always the best. Ah, the sweet, warm nectar of the morning.


Anything you'd do but don't because of fear of pain? What is it? Ex. Bungee jumping, sky diving, running with scissors.

Public speaking.


Societal pet peeve…sound off.

Relativism. Our current society believes there is no absolute truth, and in the name of Political correctness and not offending anyone, we have corrupted our society by compromising the ultimate truth found in the Word of God. The thing that really bugs me about this is that this same principle does not apply when the world deals with Christians.


Pick a Genre - Describe a kiss….Historical

He leaned toward her and hesitated. His warm breath wafted over her.

Her heart flopped in her chest.

He leaned nearer.

She closed her eyes, unable to move.

His lips touched hers. The room exploded in burst of heat as his kiss, gentle at first, grew hungrier, searching, exploring—like a parched lion drinking from a newfound spring.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed her against him, and for a moment, she melted into him, unable to resist.

Withdrawing his lips, he hovered near her face and tilted his forehead against hers. Their heavy breaths intermingled in the air between them.