Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Why I love being an Indie Author


Legend of the Mer series

The Hart of Telendaria
An Elven Love Story

The reason I became an Indie Author was because I had always been an Indie Writer although I must say it was mostly in my mind since childhood.

Though I tried to publish traditionally that path was closed for me.

I began to realize just as a painter has to paint, a writer has to write.

I saw myself as an artist in my own right and began to publish as an Indie Author.

Although a shy person, I began to realize how the world had changed to allow me to express myself from behind a keyboard, lol.

I love the freedom to write my fantasy stories the way I see them.  I've heard so many different views on the proper way to write.

Bottom line, I love being able to tell and show.  I love being able to give points of view not only from my main character, but also minors as well.

I love speeding up within my story where I might think it boring to my readers and I love slowing down when I have something I think they'll like.

I'm not the big *W* kind of writer where the plot has to be laid out a certain way.

I write what comes to me, some might say a *seat of a pants* sort of writer, but I love it being real and authentic.

I do research for my writing, but only as it pertains to what I'm writing about, however, most of my writing is fantasy of my mind and the research confirms what I'm writing about.

I love the freedom of not doing a lot of book signings, again public speaking is not easy for me and my husband will usually join me.

I'm thankful to be allowed to write my stories and publish them for my grandchildren to read one day as a way to know me if I'm not around.

My beloved grandmother died when my children were little, thankfully we do have some home video for them to know and remember her.

After you've had cancer you pretty much keep your affairs in order and think of the future a little more.

All in all I love being an Indie Author for many reasons.  ;)

Monday, September 19, 2016

Repost ~ Autumn Reflections

What is it that makes my heart stir
In the autumn of the year
The hues of gold, orange and scarlet
Or the blue skies so clear
Is it the sight of the leaves swirling
As the wind beckons them to dance
Or is it the rolling hills of color
That makes me take a second glance
Is it the sound of booming thunderstorms
From sheets to gentle rain that falls
Or is it the brisk autumn breezes
And the howling wind that calls
Is it the brilliant starry nights
With the October moon that glows
Or is it the little babbling brooks
To the raging river that flows
Is it the smell of fresh cut wood
Stacked neatly in a row
Or the sight of orange pumpkins
With happy faces all aglow
Is it candy corn, hay rides and bonfires
Apples that are red and green
Or the smiles of happy children
On the night of Halloween
Is it the smell of Cinnamon and spice
 And wood smoke drifting in the air
Or is it the blue jean overalls
And knitted sweaters that we wear
I guess it’s a time for family and friends
To come inside and join in on the fun
To sip a cup of hot cocoa or cider
And sit beside your special one
I love all that this season has to offer
From sounds, tastes, scents, and sights
To good food and fellowship
And a warm fire on chilly nights

~ Sheri L. Swift
October 26, 2010

Saturday, September 10, 2016


Re-posting in memory of 9/11 for the brave souls who died and those who fought and why we bleed red, white and blue

What is it about this Great Nation of America that stirs our hearts and evokes parents to give up their sons and daughters in service of her defense?  I think it is the whispers of our forefathers that compel us to be the Great Nation that they had intended; from George Washington, to Abraham Lincoln, and to Thomas Jefferson.

 We are a Nation blessed by the Almighty God and His mighty stretched out arm defends her still.  Whether we be rich or poor, no matter the color of our skin, or the length of ancestry that binds us to these shores; we are a free people.

Our land has been fought for by the blood and limb and life of those who answered the call to protect their homeland and those whom they loved.  Yes, she is stained and blessed, by the sacrifice of so many.  May God continue to bless those who fight for her still and the families of the fallen in her service.

We have seen peace and times of calamity; however, one moment we are strangers, and the next bonded brothers in a common cause to fight for justice; how well we have seen that played out in our Great Nation time and time again.

People from all corners of the world still believe in the dream and the hope that living in this great United States of America offers them; for they are coming still.  May we ever be the bright and shining light that the Statue of Liberty continues to represent.

From West Coast, to Gulf Coast, to East Coast, and the Mountains and Valleys between; we have a Nation of beauty and bounty.  May our children hold true to the values that make us who we are and who we have been.  May neighbor help neighbor and may our Government continue to listen to the people in which they represent. 

May our flag continue to wave proudly and the pledge that binds us hold true.  May we continue to sing of our Sweet Land of Liberty and may God’s grace continue to shine upon us from Sea to shining Sea!

                                                                                    Sheri L. Swift

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Song of the Mermaids

Thank you mighty Arius for all of the gifts you give
Thank you for the air which gives life to all
For the sun that gives warmth and strength
For the beauty of the moon and stars
For the blue seas depth and length
Thank you for the ebbing tides
From gentle currents to raging waves
For the crystal blue lagoons
For the hidden glistening caves
Thank you for the gift of family
For all of creation on land and in sea
For your mighty protecting hand
For your unending love for me
Thank you for my beating heart
For laughter and for sorrow
For the joy in each day
For the new Promise of tomorrow
Thank you for your guidance
For leading where I cannot see
For helping me through the storms
For choosing my destiny
May I live a life that is pleasing to you my maker and High King
~ Sheri L. Swift
Excerpt from my book Legend of the Mer

Monday, July 18, 2016

The Fairy Berry Briar

One evening while reading outdoors
I happened to look up
The Fairy Queen flew over the briar
She sat upon my Teacup
She had come to tell me
Elven Prince Iomhair was crowned 
In the Forest of Sidhean
Where the Fairies gathered round
After High Elven King Aidan proclaimed him King
Queen Alterra could not hold back her tears
For now her son had grown
How quickly had passed twenty years
His sister Princess Isobel
Reluctantly wished him well
King Iomhair smiled hearing her thoughts
For Elves can always tell
It was a sad parting for the High Elven King and Queen
As they and their daughter rode away
But they held Iomhair's love in their hearts
And knew they would return someday
Iomhair watched as they rode from his sight
He was determined to honor them
They had raised him for this moment
They had placed such trust in him
He would rule with his father's wisdom
And the heart of his mother's love
He would rule his Kingdom well
With the help of the Suthainn above
The Fairy Queen ending her tale flew up from my cup
She smiled flew over the briar and flitted away
I couldn't help but decide at that moment
I shall visit the Forest of Sidhean one day

- Sheri L. Swift
(Thoughts of Telendaria)

Thursday, June 9, 2016

The Unseen Scars

Those of you who have read my Legend of the Mer book series know my character Will Prentis has a pretty visible scar.

Some scars are hidden and no one sees them. 

It's like after the snow falls here in the Blue Ridge Mountains and covers up the imperfections on the ground.

The unseen scars are just as real as the seen.

I think those scars may take even longer to heal due to our pretending they don't exist.

As I'm writing the fourth book in the series, my character is learning to move forward and accept his scar, but it's taken him awhile to do it.

He's learning to take time to heal and let go of the fear of yesterday and embrace the hope of tomorrow.

My prayer is that anyone struggling with their scars will have the strength to do the same.