We live near the city of Rochester, MN – home of the Mayo Clinic. From time to time, we’d get a call from my out-of-state pastor/brother-in-law letting us know someone from their area needed a visit. This time a missionary couple his church supported needed a place to stay. They’d be flying in from Bon [...]
Writing Bandit’s Story
Posted on November 29, 2011 · Leave a Comment
When I told family and friends about Bandit, the words “no room” and the Christmas Eve story about Mary and Joseph connected. I didn’t write the book right away, but started jotting notes. The words, “room for Bandit” are scribbled in one of my notebooks somewhere. While most of the book is true, some of [...]
Driving Mister Bandit
Posted on November 28, 2011 · 2 Comments
After Christmas, I kept my promise and tried to find Bandit’s family. I drove the country roads slowly widening my search. Everywhere, we went, people knew the dog and all threatened to kill him if they caught him in their garbage again. I’d turn the car around while Bandit stretched back out on the seat. [...]
Dog at My Door
Posted on November 27, 2011 · 2 Comments
Over the next few days, I’m going to share the story behind Room for Bandit. It’s a story I love to tell. Christmas Eve that year dawned bitter cold. Our dogs, Brittany (Irish Setter) and Smokey (Siberian Husky) wanted to be in their kennel for awhile, which meant there was a critter in the [...]
Rose’s Thanksgiving Week Giveaway!
Posted on November 22, 2011 · Leave a Comment
Rose McCauley is so thankful to have her first fiction book pubbed—Christmas Belles of Georgia—that she is doing a giveaway of the e-cookbook Novel Morsels from November 23-27. Novel Morsels is a cookbook compiled by Nicole O’Dell with over 100 recipes from books written by 65 authors. This book will soon be listed on [...]
The Story Behind Room for Bandit
Posted on November 21, 2011 · Leave a Comment
My writing room was in an unfinished corner of our basement. A bare light bulb hung over head, studs with insulation tucked behind plastic covered the cement block, and I wore two pairs of socks on my feet. On the other side of the windows I could see the black-blue of midnight. A pawing at [...]
