imagination

What Were His Plans?

WHAT WERE HIS PLANS?

Yes, I’m using the poor gator in advertising for my book. I promise he wasn’t hurt in the process! He was just in the right spot, at the right time, and he decided to yawn … or smile at me. Actually, the “yawn” was bigger than this picture shows! But before I could fumble the camera into position, he started shutting his mouth.

In my book, With This Peace, one gator takes something very important from the main character, Ella Dessa. But with the initial loss, another thing is lost. And if a person studies the situation, it can be a forerunner to things to come. Life can be snatched away, when we least expect it.

There is the possibility the gator loses his life. The results of what happens might not be totally clear. I do not stress that point. He was doing what comes natural for an alligator his size. But it is one tense event at the beginning of my book.

I wonder what were God’s plans when he gave me the desire to write stories and books? I hope that through the stories I present, someone will receive courage to go on with life, even when faced with trials that seems to be blocking happiness. My stories are fiction. Events in my books are produced from imagination and bits of life’s situations, which I collected down through the years. Please, have fun reading my books. Thank you!

~Karen Campbell Prough

Copyright © Karen Campbell Prough 2017

 

 

 

THE GIRL CALLED ELLA DESSA

Karen+Prough's+Cover+ImageTHE GIRL CALLED ELLA DESSA

Ella Dessa’s story became a reality! It is published!

Yes, her struggles came from my imagination, but I believe there are emotions woven throughout the pages–facets of life that might touch many readers.

Her story begins during a period of time in Georgia when the lure of gold pulled men into the mountains and caused them to leave their families behind.

Ella Dessa suffers loss in her own life, but brings hope to another family in Beckler’s Cove.

With the printing of this book, her path to acceptance will be a journey you can follow. Perhaps, you will long to search and find the faint rocky trails her feet traveled along–from a narrow, curved valley to a lonely log cabin.  ~Karen

Book can be ordered at: Amazon.comhttp://www.amazon.com/Girl-Called-Ella-Dessa/dp/1941103855

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paper Dolls, Imagination, and Writing

From the time I was a little girl, my mother helped feed my imagination. She showed me ways to entertain my younger brothers  with stories I made up. Paper dolls became my characters and catalogs became my prized asset. As soon as the catalogs were outdated, I attacked them with scissors. I could create whole families and pair them up as I saw fit. Of course, each couple had to have a baby, no matter how many other brothers and sisters there were in the paper doll family.

Every family needed furniture to sit on and so did my paper dolls. My mother showed me how to cut couches, beds, highchairs, chairs, tables, and rockers out of cardboard. No cardboard box was safe after that. I would grab the cereal boxes and detergent boxes, etc. I could decorate the furniture with crayons, paint, and pictures from the catalogs. I bent the paper dolls at the waist and placed them on the furniture. Babies snuggled down in their baby beds or cradles. Paper doll mommies could rock little children and watch a cardboard television.

If I did not have a catalog to cut up, my mother would draw people for me. My imagination expanded as I cut out the hand drawn figures, colored them, and added them to my collection of make-believe characters. Those times shaped my longing to be a story writer.

My brothers either joined in the fun or sat and watched me play and talk aloud, building stories as I introduced the families of paper dolls. I am sorry to report that dishonorable paper dolls, representing criminals or thieves, met the quick hand of justice. Heads would roll or the cords to the drapes became a hangman’s noose. Sorry … life is harsh in a paper world. The innocent must be protected!

We lived out in the country in Michigan. At that time, we had no television so my imagination became Mom’s babysitter. And even today, I have three, old catalogs stacked on a closet shelf. The tattered catalogs have come in handy when a child is bored with the store bought toys. Cereal boxes are confiscated and made into interesting copies of furniture.

I would rather have children leaving pieces of catalog or magazine pages on the bedroom floor, and using their imagination, instead of sitting in front of the television or sprawled on a couch with an electronic device in their young hands.

Thank you for reading this post. It gives you an idea of where I started with my storytelling and writing. Please, scroll down and leave a comment.              

 

 

Karen Campbell Prough

© Karen Campbell Prough 2012

 

 

 

 

 

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