Wednesday, January 14, 2015

THE COLOR OF SORROW ISN'T BLUE - Sharon K Souza - One Free Book

Welcome back, Sharon. What are some of the spiritual themes you like to write about?
I like to write about the hard questions that surface in our walk with God. Christians face difficulties that are hard to understand; we aren’t exempt simply because we follow Christ. In my own life, the death of my son, Brian, bears that out. And from that crisis came the question, What happens when God says no? Because He does say no at times – even for issues that are of the utmost importance to us – and  it can derail us if we’re not aware of that. That question launched the idea for my featured novel, The Color of Sorrow Isn’t Blue.

I drew on my own loss to tell the story of a mother whose young daughter goes missing. The story was inspired by a family in my community whose adult daughter Cindy disappeared, and whose fate was unknown throughout the writing of this novel, and in fact whose fate was unknown for more than 10 years. The case was a national story. Cindy’s mother worked in the bank my family and I had our accounts with, so I saw the mother on a regular basis, and wondered how in the world she was able to cope under the enormous grief she and her family carried. So it’s not Cindy’s story, and it’s not Brian’s story, but I drew on both to create Kinsey’s story.

If you could spend an evening with one contemporary person (not a family member of yours), who would it be and why?
Without a doubt it would be Harper Lee. To Kill a Mockingbird is one of my all-time favorite novels, and I’d love to ask Ms. Lee some questions about it. For example, what was it like for a young white woman from Alabama to write such a book in 1960, and what was the fallout, if any, for writing it? I suspect there must have been fallout, because of how she withdrew from public life. I’d like to know what the ramifications were and how the fame of the novel affected her life. I’d also like to know about her decision not to publish after To Kill a Mockingbird. In no way do I believe she stopped writing, only that she stopped publishing, and I’d like to ask her about that.

What historical person would you like to meet (besides Jesus) and why?
Charles Dickens, who is one of my favorite authors. I have a set of sketches of original covers from six of his novels, and signed by his last surviving great-grandson. They’re one of the best gifts my husband ever gave me. I know Mr. Dickens had his faults, but I’ve always found him fascinating.

How can you encourage authors who have been receiving only rejections from publishers?
I wrote for years before I was published, and quite honestly haven’t realized the success I’d hoped for, but my advice would be to hang in there, to not give up. Keep working at your craft, go to major writers conferences when you’re able – not just to meet industry professionals, but to meet other writers. The relationships you’ll make will be invaluable, and will help keep you going when you’re tempted to quit.

I’d also say, if you write purely to be published and successful, you’ll most likely be disappointed. But if you write because of the need to tell the stories living inside you, the satisfaction will be worth all the hours you invest, all the disappointment you work through, and all the improvement you see in yourself with every finished book.

Tell us about the featured book.
The Color of Sorrow Isn’t Blue is the story of Bristol Taylor, whose young daughter, Kinsey, went missing. The one-year anniversary is approaching, and with the grief and guilt Bristol carries, she has no desire to be there for it. In fact, she plans to head to the coast where she will take her life to commemorate the exact hour Kinsey disappeared. But Bristol’s sister, best friend and crazy stepmother have no intention of letting Bristol be alone on the anniversary. Unaware of her true plans, they manage to thwart her at every turn. In all my novels I write about serious topics, but I love to infuse even the heaviest stories with humor, and this unlikely trio provide the comic relief this time around.

Love covers a multitude of sins, they say, but can it truly redeem the irredeemable? That’s the question explored in The Color of Sorrow Isn’t Blue.

Please give us the first page of the book.
Grief, it is said, is a sea that ebbs and flows. Comes in waves that roll over the shore, then recedes in a dizzying, lose-your-footing-in-the-sand sensation, leaving you unsettled but standing. Well, whoever said that never felt the tsunami effect, the drowning, sucking, tidal wave of grief.

I know, because I haven’t come up for air in five days short of a year. A suffocating, black hole of a year, each day collapsing in on itself like sand too long unwatered. Eighty-six hundred hours; five-hundred thousand minutes; thirty-one million seconds of a smothering nightmare I
can’t wake up from. A long slow terror, like free-falling in the dark with no cord to pull.

I don’t plan to be here for the anniversary five days from now. Not after what I saw this morning.

“I’m going to the beach house for a few days. On Thursday.” I ignore the shadow that flits across David’s face and clouds his eyes.

He blinks, but I know it doesn’t clear up a thing. “This Thursday?”



I push down the pang of guilt that’s taken up residence in my gut this past year. “Yes.”

“But I thought ...” His words drift off with a head shake and a shrug.

I know exactly what he thought. He and I would do the interview together—because we aren’t the only ones watching the calendar—then we’d, what, pay a public visit to the Find Kinsey headquarters, strike a pathetic pose for the cameras, make another plea for our daughter’s return, then retreat to the cave that our home has become?

No, thank you.

The last printing we did of Kinsey’s “Missing” flyer is still stacked up on the brown laminated table with the pressed board showing through where the edges have chipped away—the only one left out of a room full of such tables—the stacks of flyers as high as they were five weeks ago. There are two brown metal chairs now instead of fifty, and that’s one more than we need most days. The phone seldom rings, and when it does it’s one more dead end, one more dagger to the heart.

I mean, really, how many times do we have to die before it’s over?

How can readers find you on the Internet?
My website is  And I blog with five very talented authors at

Thank you, Sharon, for sharing this new book with us. I'm anxious to read it, and I'm sure my readers are, too.

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The Color of Sorrow Isn't Blue

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Loraine Nunley said...

Wow! This sounds like a good read. Having lost a child myself, I am interested in reading this one. Thanks for the giveaway!

Loraine in TX

Sharon K Souza said...

My heart goes out to you, Loraine. Thank you for your interest in The Color of Sorrow Isn't Blue.

rubynreba said...

I've also lost a child and can feel the pain.
Beth from IA

Deanna Stevens said...

What a great cover. The story is intriguing... Nice to meet you..
Dee From NE

Linda Kish said...

We lost my sister in a small plane crash in 1980 followed by my step brother to suicide 5 months later. I know how hard it is for a parent to lose a child by watching mine go through it for all of those years. But for one to just go missing must just be horrendous.


lkish77123 at gmail dot com

Sharon K Souza said...

Those who have lost loved ones, I feel your pain in a very real way.

Thank you, Deanna. Nice to meet you too.

Anonymous said...

Angela in Ky would love to win.

squiresj said...

Hello dear friend. It has been quite a while. Glad to find you here. I would love to win your book. I would review it and then share it with someone. God has made this a ministry for me. God Bless you.
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Caryl Kane said...

Hello Lena, thank you for hosting Sharon. Tomorrow, the 15th, is the third anniversary of my Daddy graduating to Heaven. I miss him every day.

The Color of Sorrow Isn't Blue sounds like a wonderful book of hope and healing.

Caryl in TEXAS

Melanie Backus said...

I am intrigued by this book. Thank you, Lena for introducing us to Sharon.

Melanie Backus, TX

Anonymous said...

This book sounds both humorous and deep at the same time...just my kinda tale! Can't wait to read it!
J.C. -Indiana-

Melissa M. said...

Great writing--and the topic sounds good, too!

-Melissa M. from TN

Sierra Faith said...


Mary Preston said...

A very serious topic. I found the first page engrossing.

Mary P


Rebecca said...

I have a FB friend who has been recommending this book and I would love the chance to read it!


Sharon Richmond Bryant said...

Enter me!!
Conway, SC.

Granny's Attic said...

As someone who has seen my share of sorrow, I am intrigued by how others handle it. lisajcowell(at)cs(dot)com in Ohio

Sharon K Souza said...

Thank you, everyone, for your comments and interest. It's been an honor to hear from you.