Where to find clean fiction
The challenge to find clean fiction for teens and adults is real. We are bombarded with scenes that we are being trained to think are an acceptable part of a book. In my travels through media land, I met Amelia Nichole, author and founder of Story Quest Academy. The search is over! Amelia is a solid resource into a community of indie authors who write clean fiction.
Clean Fiction Blog Tour
Amelia launched “Clean Fiction Blog Tour” which features clean indie fiction for the whole month of March. Story Quest offers writing courses for tweens and teens with a focus on clean fiction. There’s so much to chose from but much of the literature written today is not “clean”. We want our kids to read good stories (so do we) and this is a whole world of good fiction written by authors who are dedicated to making their book wholesome and worthwhile.
For a full list of authors, please scroll to the bottom of this post and cruise all the stops!
Story Quest Academy Info
To check out a great online academy of writing, you can find Story Quest Academy here.
Why was Seasons of Devotion created? The back story
I’m letting you in on a secret. I started Seasons of Devotion as a means to find people who would actually read my stuff. Boy, was I naive! Writing a book and getting it published is only the tip of the iceberg! There’s so much to learn if an aspiring author wants to not only publish a book but also be read.
When I heard about Amelia’s blog tour of authors, I was very interested in what that was about. When I inquired about it, Amelia asked if I would like to join in.
So, here I am, taking my first baby step and submitting to the world the first draft of one chapter of the book I wanted to write for-oh, about four years now. But it’s actually not the first baby step. I’ve done a lot of preparing for this.
Ruth: a historical fiction novel in the making
I wanted to write a historical fiction story about Ruth of the Bible from a Jewish understanding of who she was. So I read an entire Jewish Bible and ALL of the commentaries in the side notes, and a Jewish study book, The Book of Ruth, a new translation with a commentary anthologized from Talmudic, Midrashic, and Rabbinic Sources. I also went to Israel as a tourist and I got to experience the land from a Jewish Messianic perspective. That was an added bonus trip of a lifetime.
But all of that does not make me a good writer. This step, which I am sharing with you, is an invitation to critique the first publication of the first chapter. You won’t hurt my feelings with any constructive criticism you have to offer. It’s necessary for a writer to get a lot of feedback in order to improve. Please leave a note in the comment area below or use the “contact me” box at the bottom.
My story about Ruth is a historical fiction story
This book is meant for high school age and up. It should raise questions from those who are familiar with Ruth as a book of the Bible. Here is my first publicly submitted piece. The title may change, but it’s what I have so far. I like the title because Ruth’s life became centered around farming and farming is a subject I connect with. I also do not know if this will be chapter one or not.
So, without further ado, here is…..
The Farmer’s Wife (one chapter)
“Come on, we have to leave NOW!”, Ruth said.
“This is one time I wish I were a man!” Orpah exclaimed, “Then, I would not have to go. Who knows what we are really going to? Elimelech convinced everyone that he was some great judge in Israel with land to spare. Well, if he was that important, why did he even come here? And, why didn’t his sons, those sickly little husbands of ours, take us back to that big inheritance they said they owned when their father died years ago?”
Ruth whispered loudly, “Shush, Orpah! You’ll bring shame on our father’s house!” as she glanced at the servants who were helping them adjust their bundles across their backs and over their shoulders. As if they didn’t already know the truth.
It was supposed to have been a good arrangement. Turns out, the brothers that were promised to her and Orpah were not at all what they were made out to be. They were weak and seemed destined to die an early death. A so-called peaceful alliance between her father and Israel never happened. Now, she and her sister were locked into going to who knows what.
Indeed, there were no real answers except that their husband’s town, Bethlehem, “a house of bread” in their Hebrew language, had become a house of famine when they left it years ago. Famines come and go, yet people don’t just leave their country if there is any food to spare. Ruth wondered about these things too. A lot.
The night before, their mother had wept with them privately, with bitter tears, knowing she would never see her daughters again. She said her good-byes then, saying she could not disgrace the King in front of the servants. Hadn’t she lived in the palace long enough to know that the King must not be made a fool? His bargain turned out to be no bargain, after all. That was clear.
Ruth gave her bundle a tug and crossed the inner chamber that she and her sister had returned to ever since their husbands had died. She walked through the doors into the beautiful courtyard for the last time. Green leaves were budding and fruit trees were beginning to bloom. A cool mist was hanging over the whole garden in the early light of day. She and Orpah had grown up there under the watchful eye of their nursemaids and servants. Oh, she was going to miss waking up in the mornings and coming out there first thing.
She had hoped to see her father’s favorite guard waiting to usher them into the King’s inner chambers but she knew that was just wishful thinking. King Eglon was a proud man. Besides, a king’s daughters were merely an asset to use for bargaining and her father got the raw end of the deal. No grandsons. No real alliance happened. No legal claims to land could be made after the old man died. The king would not want any more attention to that!
Finally, the large doors that led to the outer courts were swung open by the guards at the gate, just enough for her and Orpah to go outside the palace walls. When they shut closed, the two women looked at each other. Ruth was the first to look away.
They made their way down the cobbled street, through the market square and finally into the open air. The early morning sun was promising a warm day but the chill of winter was still in the air. She drew her bundle wrap a little closer. She knew she would warm up once they had walked a little way.
Just walk. Just walk. What else could they do? Naomi would be waiting for them. She will make them feel better. She always did.
Orpah said, “We are walking to our deaths, Ruth! You know it. Why can’t you see that? We won’t even be alive this time next year. We are ruined. We can ask Father if he will let us stay. I know he will.”
Ruth replied, “You speak as if you could tell the future. How long have you had such powers? Naomi is not like Elimelech. She fears God. Haven’t you learned anything from her? Besides, she says her hometown is named “House of Bread” for a good reason. We won’t starve!”
Orpah remained silent and stared ahead as they walked. Then, she blurted out, “Maybe we won’t, but who will want us? We have already been married and have no children. How many times did we ask each other, ‘Are you with child yet? Are you with child yet?’ Who wants a barren woman? Who will want us, barren, foreign women? We will end up being their servants! That’s what will happen to us!”
As they walked, Ruth looked to her right and saw farmers that were already headed toward their fields. This was the time of year that she loved to go for walks. The fields were filled with tall barley that was nearly ripe. The landscape was one large field after another of fluid grassy waves that rippled from one tall grassy field to another. Yes. This was another sight that she loved. She was going to miss it terribly.
The other side of the road had wheat fields as far as the eye could see. The tender green expanse was already knee-high. How she loved barley. The fresh smell of green was mixed with the nearly ripe grain of the wheat. To her, the sweet smell mixed with the cool air was intoxicating.
Naomi had told her that her “house of bread” had fields of grain again and Naomi told them stories about how the grain was always beautiful with plump heads that threshed out full. Maybe, Springtime would be beautiful and rich there too, like it is here.
The timing was perfect, according to Naomi. She wanted to go back home. Now that she had no husband and no sons, she had no future here. No man here wants an old Hebrew woman. The king wasn’t going to support her. Not after the way her husband Elimelech tricked him.
Ruth was deep in thought. “Who wants an old woman anywhere, here or at home?” Orpah had said. Her point about being barren weighed heavy too. To be truthful, what was to become of any of them, not just Naomi. But, family ties were not to be broken. It was a woman’s duty to honor their husband by honoring the mother too. Naomi was going back after all these years and they had to go with her.
Ruth liked the customs that Naomi had taught her. She knew Naomi felt lonely as they celebrated their holy days alone. Ruth’s city had mocked the Hebrew family, pointing out that Naomi and Elimelech’s God had left them. That’s why they had a famine. But, Naomi insisted that her God had a reason for everything. Ruth sensed the peace in their little homes-a peace that she had never felt in her father’s castle.
There was Naomi, waiting for them at the crossroads. From that point, they could see the caravan in the distance. The merchants were breaking camp and piling their rolled tents and blankets onto the camels, drawing up ropes, and making a place to ride on top. The cooking pans and water flasks were still on the ground in piles.
“My daughters! You are so beautiful,” cried Naomi.
Orpah kept her eyes down but Ruth looked into Naomi’s sad face.
“I’m sorry it has come to this, my daughters,” Naomi said sadly studying Orpah’s demeanor. She turned to walk toward the caravan to hide the tears that made their way down her cheeks. She knew they would be better off staying in their own country. She wanted to release them for a better life. But, how was she going to break tradition?
Ruth loved her mother-in-law. She was different, for sure. All of “this” wasn’t Naomi’s fault. She remembered the time that Naomi said that she loved her husband with a look that let Ruth know that Naomi was not a part of the scheme of making deals for her sons.
But all that was over anyway. Ruth knew Naomi longed for the home of her youth. More importantly, Ruth knew that Naomi seemed to have a way with her God. She had told Ruth so many stories about God and his promises that were recorded by Moses. Her whole country knew the stories very well. But she had never known the stories the same way that Naomi did. She had grown to love the stories told the Hebrew way. She wished she could be blessed with the promises too.
Suddenly, Naomi stopped in the middle of the road.
“My daughters! Go back to your mother’s home. I can’t ask you to go with me. I’m thankful that you were so kind to my sons. Please go home to your mother’s house. Don’t worry about me. Just go back and I’m sure you will be given a good man for a husband. Go, and be blessed.”
“Oh, we can’t do that!” they cried, “We will go with you to your people.”
“No, listen to reason, girls.” said Naomi, “I am too old to get married and try for a son for you to marry one day. I know you want to honor me, but I am too old to even think about conceiving again. Even if that weren’t true and I did marry and have sons, it would be ridiculous for you to wait all those years for the child to grow up.”
“No, go back home. Be blessed. This curse from the Lord need not be on you too.”
Ruth and Orpah were overcome with emotion. Naomi surely loved them. They all wept as they stood there. The caravan was starting to leave. The first in line was already heading out.
Orpah hugged Naomi, and said, “Thank you! Goodbye!” She walked away, not even giving a look back.
Just like that! Ruth was left standing there, looking after her sister! The last connection to her country was broken. Her heart felt like it was ripping in two.
Naomi said, “Ruth, go on. You too. Go back to your mother’s care. Look, your sister has gone back to her people and her gods. You go too. You have my blessing.”
Ruth hugged Naomi tightly and Naomi waited for an answer. Ruth clung to Naomi, hiding her face. Silent.
That was the third time she was asked to go.
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