KGW-TV to Highlight Self Publishing and The God of Sno Cone Blue

KGW interviewing Marcia Coffey Turnquist.Say you work your tail off on a project close your heart for oh, ten years, and then a day arrives when you not only get to share it with fabulous friends at your high school reunion, but with a TV news station too. That’s what my day was like yesterday–absolutely, unequivocally unforgettable. Continue reading

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New Post: Big Fish and Small… and Book Signings

What kind of response am I getting from my book? First, I’m amazed some people have finished reading it, and second, deeply grateful when they love the characters as much as I do.

Grandmother and Granddaughter Reading Together. One reader sent this snapshot as she turned pages with her young granddaughter: diving into the first chapter of The God of Sno Cone Blue. Probably not the right demographic, but darling all the same! Continue reading

Want Your Book Signed?… And Mixed Emotions

A number of people have asked me to sign their copy of The God of Sno Cone Blue, so I’ve picked some dates and venues for book signings that I hope are convenient. Please feel free to stop in on any of the options below. It’ll be great to see you! Continue reading

More Than 100 Sold!

The God of Sno Cone Blue broke its first milestone with more than a hundred copies sold–and 12 wonderful reviews on Amazon! 5 retail sites are offering the book and one more is in the works. Perhaps best of all, I’m thrilled to see that several book clubs–based on word of mouth and the reviews (see examples below)–are choosing the novel for their next read.

Cover of the novel The God of Sno Cone Blue.The paperback copy of the book includes a list of Questions and Topics for discussion designed for book clubs. You can get the conversation going with that or, if you live in or around the Portland (OR) area, I’d be happy to meet with your book club and talk about the story’s development–or anything else you’re interested in–just drop me a line. Continue reading

The God of Sno Cone Blue is Now Available

It’s been in the works for years and now I’m thrilled to announce: My debut novel, The God of Sno Cone Blue, is published! For more about the story and links to reviews, read on. To buy the book in paperback or e-book format, see these retailers. Continue reading

Nostalgia for Letters

carol's letter less copyIn the back of an upstairs closet, under a layer of dust and some old clothes, I uncovered a box I hadn’t seen in years. Inside were some stray photographs from my college days and a few outdated documents. What caught my eye, though, were some letters a dear friend had sent to me. Holding them in my hands brought a flood of memories. I’d been away at school when I got them, on the precipice of the big unknown that was my future.

All these years later, I opened one to a date in the right hand corner: 10-3-79. My friend and I, born in 1960, would have been sophomores in college and 19—19! Continue reading

Letters from Mother

Baby crawling at the end of a dark hallway.

When I was a young mother, chopping vegetables for dinner, I had this vision of the knife slipping, then suddenly ricocheting into my son as he crawled across the floor.

What was that? And how could I have pictured such a thing?

Sometime later, I learned that it Continue reading

The God of Sno Cone Blue (Prologue)

I saw the face of God once, in the summer clouds over my backyard fence. One minute it was water vapor and the next: My God, It’s God! That’s what I thought, anyway. I was a kid all those years ago and the preacher’s daughter, so naturally impressionable. And who hasn’t seen shapes in the clouds? Elephant, crocodile, Alfred Hitchcock’s puffy profile. Why not throw God in there too? But it didn’t seem like that, like some childish fantasy.

The minute before I was running home over the grass, hop-scotching dandelions that flashed under my feet. Halfway there, I changed my mind about going inside. It was the sky, the way it invited me to take a running leap and soar up past the power lines. I did the next best thing and flopped to the grass instead, sniffing a chest full of its weedy perfume. The sky was blue as a carnival sno cone, with choppy clouds like shaved ice, except for one that poured all silvery and strange, like the jar of mercury my teacher once brought to school. Continue reading