Sunset by Sherry Lachelle

Is it FIRE or is it GOLD?Sunset by Sherry Lachelle

Neither one.

Have we forgotten that nature needs no makeup or foil highlights applied to its locks? Beautiful barely etches the proper name for us to record how it looked that evening. We must see it for ourselves to properly take in (feel) and process the goodness.

So take it in and look at the other pictures from Sherri Lachelle Photography. Here is her blog site.  She uses a Nikon D5100 with an 18-200mm lens.

I’d love to write a poem but somehow this picture speaks volumes all by itself, or rather by him/herself in the canoe. Have a wonderful weekend.


~Sherri Lachelle pic credit

Teaser Tuesday

Here’s a teaser from a television show on the Starz channel I began watching …

It’s called Outlander. I’m not all caught up with it yet, but here’s a glimpse. Let’s just say if I was in trouble, I’d like him on my side.

Outlander on StarzThese are wallpapers made by Erin from her site:

Wallpaper OutlanderThese two, Claire and Jaime, are the main characters. Has anyone seen this show? Apparently, it’s from a book series of the same name. When I find out all the goods I’ll give a proper post!

Well, there’s my little teaser, from a published book and now a television show on Starz. The setting is beautiful and I do know it is about time traveling. (I saw two episodes). More to come!



Jane Dougherty

Author of Trilogy

I am pleased to present a writer from France that I found on WordPress! I wrote a brief review for her short story titled ‘Enders.’ She’s an amazing writer based upon this alone, but she is much, much more.

Jane DoughertyMy brief interview:

1. You have a family and pets; how many children and what are their ages? Any quirky or fun facts, please share. How many and which types of pets?

I have five children. The eldest is twenty-five, the youngest just turned fourteen. I’m sorry but if I gave out any fun facts about them my life wouldn’t be worth living! The number of pets is debatable. There are three residents, a rescue Spanish greyhound and two cats picked up (literally) in the street outside. Branwell is semi-resident, refusing to move in unless the dog goes. I’m not sure how many roof cats we feed as many of them look pretty similar. They are known generically as The Fluffies.

2. Please tell us about the transition from England to France, how you coped, language problems, etc. Are women different in these two countries?

Jane DoughertyMy parents moved to England when I was a baby, and I claim honorary Yorkshire nationality. My first job when I left university was in the wine trade. Husband (to be), who was still a student in France thought it was a brilliant idea, assuming it would be a doddle to get posted to France. It wasn’t a doddle, partly because the wine trade in UK is about selling wine to people in UK, not swanning around in foreign parts. I did get sent to Paris after about a year of pestering by bluffing my way through an interview. The head of the Paris office was so thrilled at the opportunity to show off his English, the interview to test my level of French was carried out exclusively in English!

The language turned out not to be a problem although my French was pretty rudimentary to begin with. The ‘total immersion’ treatment is the only way to get the hang of a language properly and quickly.

I’m not sure what you mean about French women being different. French society is certainly very different to British society, much more deferential and ‘traditional’ in many ways. What first struck me about French women was how feminine they appeared. I arrived with my Doc Martens and army surplus bought at Camden Lock and found myself surrounded by women, even elderly women bustling around in high heels, glitzy outfits and a lot of makeup. It made me smarten up my act when we lived in Paris, but I’m old enough now not to care what people think of the way I dress, and the Doc Martens are back.

3. I’ve read one short story of yours, are all your books in the same genre filled with angst, desolation and emotional tugs?

Jane DoughertyThey are certainly all emotionally charged, though with the desolation I think we touched bottom in The Subtle Fiend. I like emotion and if it’s missing in a book that I’m reading I don’t enjoy it. The Green Woman series is about the defeat of a regime that embodies many of the things I find abhorrent—misogyny, segregation, intolerance, religious fascism, and social tyranny. It was never going to be a bundle of laughs. The series that picks up the story three years later, set in the utopia founded by the refugees from Providence, is lighter in tone. Perhaps because the story is about defending something good rather than destroying something evil, and the villains are for the most part human beings, flawed like all human beings, but never wholly bad.

If you want to get an idea of the world of The Green Woman you can’t do better than read the first volume of the trilogy, The Dark Citadel. But if a whole novel written by an unknown quantity seems daunting, try a short story like Midnight Visitors to get a feel of what Providence is like and of my writing style.

Here’s the trailer for The Dark Citadel

In grim grey Providence Deborah dreams
Subversive dreams of a beauty lost.
To feed their darkness the Demon’s priests
Must quench Deborah’s light, her life the cost.

Jonah is waiting in the desert wastes
To take her hand and guide her through
Abaddon’s perils that lurk in the night
To the Green Woman’s Garden where dreams come true.

They march with an army of legends and myths
In their hearts a weapon the Demon fears.
Armed with their love they can change the world
Though the road to victory be bathed in tears.

Jane Doughertyby Jane Dougherty

Thank you for visiting the gardenlilie blog. Hopefully, you learned something about Jane Dougherty and caught a glimpse of her riveting written words. I know I learned the phrase Raison d’etre, which means reason for existence in French, when I read her Enders story. Below are the links for her books on Amazon.

~Caroline/gardenlilie blog

The Amazon links

And links for Midnight Visitors


Carol Fragale Brill

Living Life On Purpose

Please welcome Carol Fragale Brill to my blog. She’s an author from the East Coast and enclosed is a short interview with links and pictures of her two books.

Author Interview-Living Life on PurposeThank you Caroline for inviting me to be a guest and share some thoughts about living life on purpose. It’s always fun and enlightening to engage with a new audience.

For me, living on purpose is about knowing my values and passions—what really matters to me—and then living each day in a way that reflects my purpose. One way to look at it is, if you live on purpose, you may never have a bucket list. You won’t be saving stuff up to do someday; one day at a time, you’ll do what’s important to you and make every day count.

1.) Aside from writing, did you have another career?

Like many writers, writing has never been my “day job.” For over 25 years, I was a Human Resources Leader in healthcare—climbing the corporate ladder, working 12 hour days, juggling work and the rest of life—many of you know the drill. Successful career, happy marriage, yet, there was something missing—I wanted more balance and purpose in my life.

Peace by PieceAlmost 20 years ago, my husband and I fulfilled a life dream to move to the Jersey Shore. After settling in our new home in Cape May, I started thinking about another long held desire. From the time I was twenty-something, I had wanted to write a book. Finally, in my forties, I joined a writing critique group and started my first novel, PEACE BY PIECE. I still had a day job, so it meant getting up early before work to squeeze in time to write and skipping other activities on weekends and days off to carve out writing hours. Writing gave me that purpose I craved and made the sacrifices worth it.

2.) How long will you continue to write?

Whether it is journaling, blogging, or writing another book, I suspect, I’ll always write. It’s one of the ways I communicate with others and with myself.

3.) What is the hardest part of writing for you?

The hardest part of writing for me is what writers call killing our darlings. Our darlings are those phrases, sentences, or scenes that we empty our souls into and believe are brilliant words that will take others’ breath away. Often they do, but not in a good way, more like choking. When our critique partners, early readers, or editors, tell us, our darlings are self-indulgent overwriting and have to go, our first reaction is, “NO, NO, NO. How do you not see that’s the heart of the whole piece?” It can be gut-wrenching to kill a darling and often, we contemplate firing the editor or finding more enlightened readers and critique partners before we consider their misguided suggestion.

2nd book by authorSo, what finally convinces us our darlings must go? As a writing mentor said to me once after reading several overwritten chapters, “if you are the writer I think you are, you will trash all but these few sentences that truly reflect your voice and start over.” Talk about heartbreaking feedback! After days of rebellious agonizing, I realized he was right.
I want to be the best writer I can be. If that means “killing my darlings” to make a piece stronger, eventually, I find the courage to cut, edit, and rewrite, rewrite, rewrite—until I get it right.


4.) What tips or part of the chemo/radiation process can you give us that might allay our fears or pain, now that you are in the midst of it? (I read Carol’s blogpost on Goodreads about her recent cancer diagnosis).

Talk about an opportunity to practice living on purpose! Before starting my chemo treatments, I worried about nausea, vomiting, a myriad of other possible side-effects, and losing my hair.

Amazingly, Chemo has not been anywhere near as bad as I feared. Doctors know how to manage many of the dreaded chemo side-effects and mine have been minimal. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t love the several days after treatments that my brain is completely fogged-in and I’m not crazy about being bald. And, yet. It turns out wearing scarves can be fun and exotic, and eliminates bad hair days or stressing about grays. Even on my foggiest chemo-brain days, I can live on purpose and spend quality time with family, read, catch up on movies, and talk to loved ones on the phone. And, it’s just as restful—maybe more—to recline in a beach chair and watch the ocean as it is to laze on the couch.

The first few weeks after being diagnosed with cancer, I kept projecting the worst. Then on a TV in my doctor’s waiting room, something clicked when I overhead, reporter, Amy Robach of ‘Good Morning America’ say, “Cancer is teaching me not to die until I die.”

WOW! That sounds a lot to me like another way of saying, “Live life on purpose today.” I am blessed to have a wonderfully supportive husband and a loving network of family and friends.

Author with Two Books

Writing is also a powerful healing tool, and you can read more about my cancer journey at:

My chemo treatments finish in mid-November and a few weeks later, I start radiation. Living on purpose means staying in the present and trying not to fret in advance about radiation. It means being grateful for today. In spite of having cancer, chemo, and radiation, I have many more good days than bad. Except for those few days when I have chemo-brain, I feel like ME and can do all the joyful things I would do if I didn’t have cancer. I can live life on purpose. And, one day at a time, that is exactly what I try to do.

Carol Fragale Brill is the author of two novels, PEACE BY PIECE and CAPE MAYBE. She earned an MFA in Creative Writing from Fairleigh Dickinson University. Her fiction received recognition from Poets and Writers and was a reader’s favorite for The Best of Philadelphia Stories. Her works have also appeared in Wide Array, New York Journal of Books, the Press of Atlantic City, and various online e-zines and business journals. In her “day job” as a Leadership Coach and educator she frequently uses stories in training.

Find Carol at:
Facebook or!/pages/Carol-Fragale-Brill/112297472164769
Twitter –
Book Reviews for New York Journal of Books:

~by Caroline Clemens/gardenlilieblog

~guest author credits/Carol Fragale Brill

Teaser Tuesday


I have just come across a little game which seemed wonderful to try. I’m on a short break from editing my precious novel. Reading is slow when you are writing your own piece of literature, but it is encouraged, so you keep learning and loving a particular style or author. This is the blog I found w/ Teaser Tuesday … WinterhavenbooksBlog 

Here’s the gist of what to do. Go to the BOOK you are reading right now and pick out two sentences. These will be your teaser, then list the title of the book and the author. Maybe someone might find it interesting and pick up the book, too!

Further instructions are listed here:

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Grab your current read Open to a random page Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)

John GrishamMy book is Sycamore Row by John Grisham, quotes are from pages 206-207.

“Well, back in the old days, and the old days were much better than all these new rules you got now–” & “You weren’t required to divulge all of your witnesses and describe what they were going to say, no sir.”

These quotes sound intriguing and real. I actually wanted to quote more, it gets real good. I picked out two pages from the middle, as I am not there yet. Enjoy and give Grisham a try. He has a newer book out than this. Leave your quotes in my comment section or post to your blog!


~Google & Amazon pic credit



Michael Brookes

Book Cover

Please welcome Indie Author Michael Brookes. I am pleased to showcase his work here on Gardenlilie’s wordpress, twitter, tumblr and google platforms. Above is the cover reveal of his latest work which is available on Kindle. He has interviewed myself and many others! If you are an author or a wannabe take a look …

Come and join me at The Cult of Me

I started my blog in the summer of 2012 when I released my first novel (also called The Cult of Me). Initially I used the blog solely for promoting my writing and a large part of the blog remains dedicated to that purpose. However I soon discovered what friendly and helpful community the indie authors and readers are. They all helped me get started on that journey of becoming an author and I haven’t looked back since.

Having learned about this new community (well new to me at any rate!) I wanted to give something back, so I started hosting guest author interviews on my blog, a feature that continues every Monday and Friday with a new interview with a fiction author. You can see the full list of interviews here and as you can see I welcome authors from all genres:…

Since then I’ve started other features to showcase other authors, in the Tuesday Tease an excerpt from a selected book is posted along with a bio of the author, you can see the latest tease here:…

Last year I started a monthly short fiction contest open to everyone. Each month I pick a picture that is then used as inspiration for the stories entered into the competition. The story should be no longer than 500 words and unlike many competitions of this type there is no entry fee. The winner wins a £50 Amazon gift card, there’s also prizes for second and third place.…

As well as writing novels, I’m also a keen drabblist, a drabblist is someone who writes drabbles. Drabbles are stories that are exactly 100 words. I also enjoy writing short stories, you can find many of these on the blog as well as details for my books.

Thanks for reading and I hope you’ll join me on my blog, comments on posts are always welcome!



~This is the first of many posts that will feature a writer, novelist, poet, singer, musician,gardener, craftsman, actor or artist to help them resonate with viewers, cell-phone users, bloggers, social media players and others in obtaining a wider audience. Thank you Michael for all you have given to the Indie Writers! Caroline

Little Old Spider

Ghost Over LightI remember it all so well …


My grandma sent me to the basement to retrieve the three missing costumes. She was cleaning up after her annual Halloween party and I’d been dropped off to help her out.

After I gave her tea and toast in bed, for her headache, she told me to check the back room in the basement for the missing items.

“Okay, no problem grandma, anything else?” I questioned.

“Yes, there is. Turn on my CD player and put on that wonderful opera singer. You can turn it up loud, too! Thanks, honey,” she replied.

I did as complied. It seemed as I left the room the sun was setting; I waved goodbye, not sure why. She smiled and began her quirky hand movements flowing with the music.

“Old people,” I muttered to myself. They’ve seen it all. I’d get her to tell me a story tonight when I bring her dinner to her at eight. She ate late on weekends, she told me, as it reminded her of the good old days.

You see Grandma had had a slight stroke, nothing serious, she just needed TLC my mother, the nurse, told me. TLC stood for tender loving care.

I walked the long hall headed for the steps and out of the corner of my eye, I swear I caught a glimpse of a ghost just above the light. That didn’t scare me but I did take a second look after I blinked. I hadn’t even been scared of the costumes last night at the party or trick or treating to the houses. I was seven now and pretty much a big guy.

Her music faded as I opened the basement door and entered the passage below to her dungeon, I mean very old house. My nose smelled something foreign, probably old clothes of Grandpas, who’d been dead five years now. I pulled the chain for the light at the bottom of the stairs. Broke. Great, I thought. I’d have to walk in the dark to the backroom. I’m a big guy, I told myself a couple more times.

My body shivered when the cricket let out its joy tune. My hands now felt like I had rubbed lotion on them and when I swallowed, three cotton balls coated my throat. Geez, I thought as my eyebrows curled up with the pull of my forehead. I felt for the door and hoped the light wasn’t broken inside the back room. Darn those cousins who played back here last night and left their costumes for me to get. Next time I saw them, they owed me a favor.

My hand, with no blood supply, turned the nob while the hairs on my forearm stood in the attendance line at a foreign military school I’d never been to. It opened. Good. Why didn’t I bring a flashlight? I thought. Shut up! Just get the costumes.

I walked slowly in the dark and lost my footing. I heard the door slam shut as I fell to the cold slab of basement cement.

Later on …

The back of my head hurt but I opened my eyes and saw her staring at me.

Was she a good witch? Her eyes glowed green and she wore black with orange and green striped leggings and, then she came for me rustling along on her broom. I blinked.

Was I dreaming? No. I saw her. She turned and howled, and she lost her pointed hat as she swooped back over me. That’s when I saw him Dracula walking my way. Man, I need to bust out of here, I thought.

I couldn’t move, I must be pinned down. Wait. Someone help me.

Scream for grandma, I decided. “Grandma,” I screamed but it was all breath, not a sound.

I heard a noise as Dracula made his way over to me. I blinked my wet eyeballs, but he was still coming for me. I turned to see where the noise was coming from and my eyes became glued to a vision I’d seen on television. Grandma told me not to watch the zombie show. Oh no.

At this point I fainted, I’m sure I did.

When I woke the vampire was looking over me licking his lips, smiling. They were glowing red and dripping the hot juice right on me. My neck hurt, I couldn’t touch it. I still couldn’t move.

Who would save me from this terrible nightmare, except I wasn’t dreaming. It was real. I said a quick prayer for any angel that might be in my presence. I sure hoped the zombie went for the vampire and then the two of them got knocked over by the witch, evil or good. She might be my hero.

Just then the door opened and, someone said, “Here he is!”

“Oh, honey are you okay?” asked my mom.

“No, I’m not!” I yelled back.

“Your head is bleeding,” she said as she flashed a light upon me. “And it’s all over your neck!” She exclaimed.

My heart skipped a beat and tried to jump from my chest like a frog.

“What?” I asked. “Mom, get me outta here.” I stood up and ran from the room towards the steps. Mom said be careful of the spider web at the top. She flashed the light on the staircase.

I replied, “A little old spider doesn’t scare me mom, nope, never.”

Spider and Web

~story by Caroline Clemens

~photography by Kim Troike

~for KellieElmore#FWF


Maiden Voyage

Breast CancerMaiden Voyage

by Caroline Clemens


Not tres yet in score, she’d been brought to port.

A mermaid of wood boasted many stories to tell,

Madonna guarded her ship protecting the fort.

Still a sting to the bosom–vulnerable, she fell.


Miraculously tendered by souls from the sea,

She breathed in the mountain air of endless longing,

Til it filled the cracks and porous heart of thee.

Not ship, nor shore could touch her lore storming.


Now, experienced with vision, compass and paint,

She burned bonds of yore: dank, musty and wet,

And pursued the seas lather to wash a new saint.

No longer the maiden voyage, rather by lady she set.


~A poem for the mother’s, sisters, daughters, women & men who experience breast cancer and are enlightened through living a more spiritual and stronger life, whether they wanted to or not.

~Breast Cancer Awareness Month/Pink Ribbons

~Picture credit by Kim Troike

Poetry by Jane Dougherty

Hope you are enjoying a lovely Sunday in October.

I’d like to share a poem by a fellow WordPress and Amazon author.

Visit this link to see her latest poem titled ‘Driftwood’ and beautiful painting.

I’ll have more from her in November when I showcase her work here on gardenlilie.

Click Jane Dougherty.

Just Do It

Rache's 100 Word Photo PromptRochelle Wiseoff Fields Photo Copyrighted


Just Do It

I wrote a song for my uncle, but he left on tour … for a year! Johnny told him I could use his old studio. My heart skipped two beats.

“One stipulation,” he whispered.  “You can not leave until you have your song.”

Ten days later after 12 hour stints and no dust left in the place, my recording was ready. That is I had the notes, the pauses, even my voice. As I was all alone, just me and two windows, my mind made it real.

I called my uncle on tour in Japan and played him my recording. I didn’t hear him speak, only silence. Then a voice I recognized as Johnny’s said, “Tell him to meet us in Nashville at Christmas.”


by Caroline

for Rochelle Wiseoff Fields 100 Word Friday Photo Prompt