Sarah Martin Byrd — Author, Guardian Spirit

Beware of the Big, Bad, She-Wolf Agent

February 27, 2012

Recently on my quest to find an agent an interesting thing happened. On January 13, I emailed a query to a certain literary agency; I’ll call the Big Bad Wolf Literary Agency. On January 30, I received an email back from them saying, they’d love to read my entire manuscript.
Wow! Was I excited? I wasn’t [...]

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A Ghost, a War, and a River – A Weekend in Rockford, North Carolina

February 20, 2012

Rockford, North Carolina, founded in 1790, incorporated in 1819 was the county seat of Surry County until it was moved to Dobson in 1851. Today what was once the Southern Railway still meanders along the Yadkin River through Rockford. You won’t have to pay the quarter that R.F. Bland charged to cross the Yadkin River [...]

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Cats in Heaven?

February 13, 2012

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She had so many cats she didn’t know what to do.

A few days ago my granddaughter Emma and I were out in the front yard welcoming the latest edition to our cat family. A friend was riding by and hollered out the window, “You’re the [...]

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Idol, X-Factor, Agents, and Publishers

February 6, 2012

One of the best parts of being a writer is I can go anywhere I want to in the world and stay as long as I want. I can become who ever I long to be, a rich New York City lawyer, homeless beggar, man without a heart, or woman on a mission. A writer’s [...]

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Stairway to Heaven

January 30, 2012

Well, another year has come and gone. It seems as though my birthday rolls around every three or four months these days. No wonder I’m getting so old. I ponder about how our way of thinking changes with time. When I was thirteen I wanted to be sixteen. When I was sixteen I wanted to [...]

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Stolen Moments

January 23, 2012

A matronly wife slowly eases her legs over the edge of the pillow top mattress. She silently touches the floor with her naked feet. Slowly she leaves the comfort of her bed and the security of her husband’s arms. It’s very early, the birth of a new dawn not yet conceived. The lady sneaks away [...]

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I Want to Be Like John Boy

January 16, 2012

Okay, yes, I admit it. I’m stuck in the past. I enjoy growing a garden and canning vegetables. I love to watch a plow cut through the soil lifting those spuds to the surface. At my house mashed potato’s come from the ground not from a bag full of flakes.

Now don’t get me wrong. I [...]

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My Favorite Things

January 9, 2012

When I woke this morning I knew the sky was overcast because the light of a new day was not sneaking through the mini blinds. No, I didn’t sleep until noon; it was a few minutes before seven. As with most mornings I stretched and rolled over, relishing the feel of cool sheets and a [...]

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Discombobulated

January 2, 2012

For some reason as I welcome the New Year the word discombobulate is foremost in my mind. I wasn’t even sure if it was a real word or not so I Googled it. The word means, “Cause to be confused emotionally, or to be confusing or perplexing; cause to be able to think clearly.” I’m [...]

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Reflections

December 26, 2011

Christmas Day has come and gone. Gifts have been opened and now wait to be exchanged for the correct size or color. All the decorations are down, except for the Christmas cards. I like to keep them up until I have time to take each one in my hand, and again read what has been [...]

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