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“Cold Turkey”the Sugar

I’ve been four days without any added sugar. The first three days, I had a terrible headache, and although I know a cupcake is tempting for most. Sweets are not so much my temptation.



For me, my temptation, is bread and pasta


and terrible soft drinks. I have to say on day four I feel much better.  The only side effect I have today is coughing and my sinuses are acting up (I’ve cut out most dairy products too). I’ve been thinking a lot about my health and turning 42 this year. So, I’ve decided to eat better.

I haven’t got my boys on the no sugar band wagon yet, which makes it ten times harder when there are all kinds of sugar-induced snacks lingering in my kitchen cabinets.

Have any of you cut sugar cold turkey? And if so, I’d love to hear your experience in the comments!

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Amanda Tero: The Secret Slipper- A Blog Tour and Interview with the Author

I met Amanda Tero almost a year ago at a Writer’s Guild meeting, and it has been a joy getting to know her through social media. So, when she was looking for blogs to be added to her blog tour, I was glad to help her out.  The following is about her newest release The Secret Slipper.  I know that you will find her as much of a joy as I have. Be sure to enter the giveway close to the end of the post!


About the Book

Being a cripple is only the beginning of Lia’s troubles. It seems as if Bioti’s goal in life is to make Lia as miserable as possible. If Lia’s purpose is to be a slave, then why did God make her a cripple? How can He make something beautiful out of her deformity?


Raoul never questioned the death of his daughter until someone reports her whereabouts. If Ellia is still alive, how has she survived these ten years with her deformity? When Raoul doesn’t know who to trust, can he trust God to keep Ellia safe when evidence reveals Bioti’s dangerous character?


As time brings more hindrances, will Raoul find Ellia, or will she forever be lost to the father she doesn’t even know is searching for her?


An Interview with the Author

I didn’t know if I would have time to read the book before this blog post, so I agreed to interview Amanda via email. The following is the transcript of the interview. I’m glad I did the interview. You can really see her heart, and see a little of her personality shine through.

How did you get started as a writer?

I started as a kid just scratching down little stories. I think the first one I wrote was written stage-play style. From there, I realized that it was something I not only enjoyed, I just couldn’t silence.


Who is your biggest influence?

I would have to say my mom. There are many authors that I look up to and that have shaped who I am as a writer, but my mom has put hours into editing my writing from highschool and up. She has been there to encourage me and point me into the right direction. So even though she’s not a writer herself, she has definitely been my biggest influencer.


What is your goal as a writer?

In short, my goal is to glorify God and provide well-crafted books.


What’s the one thing people might be surprised to know about you?

Hmm…most people assume that I’m primarily an author, but that is actually one of my lesser businesses/hobbies. Primarily, I’m a music teacher (at the time of writing this I have about 30 piano/violin students), music arranger and publisher (, and our family sings together. So…I guess you’d say music is more of my life than writing. 😉

If you could pick one lesson that you have learned as a writer, what would that lesson be?

Work is hard, but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. Even on the hardest days, God is still there to help and sustain me, and especially during the hard times, He has some lessons for me to learn.

What else would you like the readers to know about you or your writing?

The main thing I want readers to know about my writing is that it is clean, Christian, and safe. With so much out there that makes a Christian reader cringe, my goal is to not push the limits on “what is acceptable” but to provide that which will edify the reader and, Lord willing, draw them closer to God.

If you could only pick one food to eat for the rest of your life what would it be?

Chocolate! That is a food, right????



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A little more about Amanda Tero here-

Amanda Tero is a homeschool graduate who desires to provide God-honoring, family-friendly reading material. She has enjoyed writing since before ten years old, but it has only been since 2013 that she began seriously pursuing writing again – starting with some short stories that she wrote for her sisters as a gift. Her mom encouraged her to try selling the stories she published, and since then, she has begun actively writing short stories, novellas, and novels. If something she has written draws an individual into a deeper relationship with Jesus Christ, it is worth it!


“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding.” (Proverbs 3:5)


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Believe in Yourself

So, this happened today! The Paperback of Marvin is Hungry  went live on Amazon! Super excited!

I’m already thinking about my next book. I have learned a lot creating this children’s book!

And to all those that have dreamed of writing a book and didn’t know if they could, I’m here to tell you, you can!!! Follow your dreams! You can make them come true. Believe in Yourself!!!


The Difference We Make

I love children’s books.  And The Farmer by Mark Ludy is one of my favorites. I bought it when my oldest was three, and every time I read it I cry. But you have to consider that I’m a crier. At least according to my husband and my boys, I am.IMG_6469

The Farmer is about a farmer who trust in the Lord to provide. And he thanks him when good things happen to him, and when destruction comes his way. And he loves his neighbors, The Frumps, even when they are not so loveable.

I catch myself picking up this book to read it when those times of discouragement come in my life to remind me of how I should handle those times. I admit I don’t always want to be thankful or forgiving, but I find when I am, circumstances turn around much sooner. And I don’t find myself in the middle of a pity party.

I want to be grateful in all circumstances.  I love having the good times, but I always grow more in the difficult times.

I am thankful for Mark Ludy for writing such a beautiful book of how we should handle all the different situations in our lives. IMG_6471

The way he loved and cared  for his animals is what captivated me from the start. Mr. Ludy definitely pulled at my heart strings from the beginning with the  farmer’s love for his animals, the impossible circumstances that the farmer finds himself in, and then the way that he overcomes each circumstance.

I got it out last night because I needed a reminder to be thankful in all circumstances. Maybe somebody out there needs to hear that today. Our circumstances are temporary. I want to be thankful in all circumstances.

I didn’t know twelve years ago when I bought The Farmer that it would be such a comfort to me. I bought it as just a book for my little boy. We never know how our life might impact someone else. Just like this little book has impacted mine.

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Cats, Hunting Dogs, and Chasing Flies

This is Duke. AdobePhotoshopExpress_2017-03-27_21-29-57-0500

We rescued him from a hunting dog named Red ( I couldn’t make that up if I tried). And yes, I am from the southern United States.

Red thought he was a toy or maybe a squirrel to be played with, and the boys and I just happened to come across the two of them while it was all going down.  I didn’t intend on being a cat owner, but here I am eight months later, and Duke has a pretty cushy life in our home.

He likes to sleep as you can see from the picture below. AdobePhotoshopExpress_2017-03-27_21-31-14-0500

He likes to chase flies hence the intense stare toward the ceiling in this picture.AdobePhotoshopExpress_2017-03-27_21-31-46-0500

And he loves to aggravate our little Morkie, Zack. And sometimes he just crawls in Zack’s kennel (which Zack never sleeps in), while Zack sleeps on the floor beside him.AdobePhotoshopExpress_2017-03-27_21-33-14-0500

I just want to go on record saying that  life hasn’t been the same since Duke entered our lives, but we wouldn’t have it any other way.  Well, Zack might if he was given the choice.

Until Next Time,

Judith W. Nicholson

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This sweet little bird, and his hungry preschool self is now an Amazon ebook in the Amazon bookstore. Hopefully the hard copy will be on sale in a week or so.Artboard 1-100

I wrote about my hate relationship with marketing on my other blog The Windy Writer, so I won’t bore you with the details, but needless to say I don’t like the marketing that comes with self-publishing.

I like illustrating and writing books. I’m not crazy about the technical stuff either, but I like it better than the marketing.


In other news, we had Easter festivities, and said goodbye to my Mamaw and Papaw’s place. It was very sad.

I lived here for a good portion of my life (a story for another time). IMG_4539

On Sunday my youngest hunted Easter eggs, and we went fishing. And now it’s back to working on books and blogs and marketing(yuck).

Until Next Time,

J. W. Nicholson

Below are the links to my books on Amazon. Let me know what you think.

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Three Things On My Mind

I have more than three things, but I’ll just go with three for the sake of keeping it short.

Our rescue cat is the first thing on my mind. When I wake up in the morning( as I get older that wake up time gets earlier and earlier), I let him out of his kennel. He then proceeds to love on me, eat, and take care of business. I didn’t plan on being a cat owner. But in August we rescued this cutie, who goes by the name Duke, from a hunting dog that thought he needed to toss two week kittens around in the air. I didn’t plan on keeping him, but eight months later he’s still here and an integrated part of our family.


The second thing on my mind is writing more on my blogs. I really had no idea when I began what I wanted to do with them, and I’m still unsure. I know I want to share about my writing and my life, but that’s about as much as I’ve got.

And then the third thing is my writing, which I am all over the place with. My interest ranges from novels and writing prompts to children’s books and coloring books. And for now, I’m just going to share it all.

I just published this little writing prompt book.  It’s the first book I’ve ever published. I decided I had to start somewhere. And so, this was my starting point. Yay! And now I’m working on a children’s book and a coloring book. I’m learning to accept that my interest vary and that’s okay.


Did I mention that I draw too. Below is a drawing of my grandparent’s place which has just sold (I may have shed a few tears over that one).


And below is the picture I drew it from.IMG_4539

And now you see what I mean about my interests varying.  But I’m glad you got to see a picture of my cute cat.

Until next time.

J. W. Nicholson

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Jumping All In

The last month has been crazy. When I’m not teaching and answering questions, I am on my computer. In the last month, I have watched videos on how to use Adobe Illustrator, Photoshop, and Indesign. I decided I was going to quit putting off my desire to create and publish books. And so I have jumped into the deep water.  I needed something to be my own. My boys are getting older. They don’t need me as much for the little things (I may need to go cry now).  And since they are more independent, I’ve decided that there is no time like the present to get started with some of my dreams.  So, I’ve been working on a book. A children’s book to be more specific (I’ve been working on a novel for at least five years)  and a journal and a writing prompt book and a coloring book. The ideas keep coming. But I thought I might share some snippets of my children’s bookMarvin2

Meet Marvin. He is a hungry little bird. My inspiration was a bearded reedling. I’ve never seen one in person, but they are beautiful in the pictures.Marvin8

And all he can think about is food.Marvin 16

My inspiration was my boys.IMG_3539

They are hungry alot. So is the dog, Zack. He likes treats and human food (He also knows how to pose for a picture).Marvin20

This was my middle child’s idea. I think it turned out cute. I see a few places I need to go in and fix, but I think it’s a super cute idea.

This has definitely been a learning curve, but a fun one. There’s a lot to creating your own books.  I’m going to try to share my experiences on here. I’ve always done the blog in spurts. I guess we will see how it goes. But for now, I’ve got to get back to helping the boys with their work and working on the books.

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American Idol



Congratulations to Trent Harmon! La’Porsha Renae, we are expecting great things from you too! Mississippi has always had great artist flow from it and this year on American Idol was no different. I will be waiting in anticipation for your music with the rest of the world! Mississippi was represented well!


The Cedar Horse



The charge nurse told me I was clutching the cedar horse in my hands when they found me.  I don’t remember.  When I came to, in the sterile room, it was still there firm in my hands.  Though someone had dressed me in one of those dreadful hospital gowns.  So, she must have been telling the truth. Although I don’t know who to trust.

 The horse was symbol of happier times. It made me feel safe.  I wish I could travel back to the times it represented.  If I close my eyes, I smell the cedar.  I hear the brush of the leaves, as he wheedles away at the block of wood.   It would soon become some creature that he’d thought up.  We would sit on the red stained swing blanketed by the sweet gums and the pines.  The heat was stifling. The sweat trickled down my back.  It was the reason he wore just a white undershirt beneath his overalls.  Mississippi summers made you feel exhausted even if all you did was sit in a swing.   Most days, I was content to sit by Papaw.  He wheedled and I read.  Sometimes I would ask him question after question.  He never told me to hush like Momma did.  There were times he would tell me stories of his childhood.  Tales of watermelon thieves, how he could buy a coke and peanuts for five cents, and the stories would go on and on as stories of his childhood sometimes did.

What would he have to say about this mess that I’m in?  Sitting here surrounded by pristine white walls, a stained cotton mattress, and remnants of occupants that came before me.  The smell of Clorox fills my nostrils. The moaning and screaming hasn’t stopped since I arrived.

 If I try real hard I can almost feel his hand threaded through mine.  He would pat it and tell me it was going to be okay.  If he said it, I believed him.  He was from a generation where his word meant something.  A time when men shook hands and kept whatever promises they spoke out loud.   But he wasn’t here and my world was spiraling down.

  Tears roll down my cheek as I try to recall the last few days.  My head starts pounding.  My chest tightens.  I will myself to remember. Something. Anything. Gunshots, I remember gunshots.  I can see a large hand.  A man’s hand holding a pistol. The man is in front of me.  It’s dark and cold where we are.   Miles away from the sweltering Mississippi summers.  The land of my childhood.    This land is a land of permeate frost, frozen tundra, and vast wilderness.

A knock at the door breaks my concentration.  I study the male nurse as he walks through the door.  His eyes are soft, but he’s all business. He knows the routine. In and out. Don’t get personal with the patients.

“Time for your medicine Mrs. Carter.” He says.

I take the medicine in the paper cup.  I let the pills sit under my tongue. He doesn’t ask me to open my mouth like the woman nurse did at lunch.  As soon as he leaves the room, I grab the napkin sitting on the bedside table. I wipe my mouth and deposit the pills in the napkin.  I had never taken medicine and I didn’t plan on starting.  It was impertinent that I remember the details of the last few days.

*An excerpt of a  work.

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