The Woman on the Painted Horse

Angela’s books feature women in impossible spots with impossible courage doing impossible things and empowering other women to break the chains that bind and live boldly. She started this trend in her writing with Alexandra, a woman who decided to risk her fortune, even her life, to save the lives of people around her.

She didn’t do it for acclaim. She didn’t do it to impress anyone. She did it out of the goodness of her heart and because at her core, she recognized an injustice and she couldn’t live without finding a way to make things right for people with less rights than she was allowed.

Get your copy of The Woman on the Painted Horse and meet Alexandra, a woman with a mission, a woman with courage, a woman who inspires.

 
The Woman on the Painted Horse

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The Parking Space

Over the weekend I got to follow Helen and Lisa on an adventure to celebrate a memorable occasion in Lisa’s life. While Helen desired to be the supportive friend she’d always been, her heartache was tangible as she struggled with the perils in her own life – perils that seemed smaller once she was on vacation.

Being alone never bothered Helen, so she planned to spend her vacation holed up where she could enjoy the spectacular view and the peace and quiet of solitude. Her plans were wrecked by an unexpected encounter and she had to make a choice between spending her time to herself or sharing it with someone else.

Follow Helen as she wishes her best friend well on her new chapter in life and is faced with deciding whether or not to open herself to a new romance, the possibility of love, and the fear of trusting someone new. Get your copy of The Parking Space by Angela Christina Archer today.


The Parking Space

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Fabricated

The problem is, once you’ve fabricated an elaborate story, an elaborate life, and then your part in that story ends, you may become lost. The entirety of what you’ve created must end in one solitary moment and then who do you become? You aren’t who you were, the new life became too much of you. You have severed the new life, and now you don’t know where you’re going.

 

This can be true for storytellers, con-men and women, and even those who are entering or leaving college, a job, a marriage.

 

Some of these lives are fabricated amidst a series of small (and sometimes big) lies. These lies are pretending to be the glue that holds the pieces together, yet the pieces are wiggling and falling because lies lack the adhesive properties of truth. Lies don’t hold us together, instead, they whirl the spinning plate much faster, causing the risk of a big crash to increase.

 

When you don’t know who to become, and you can’t be who you were, what does one do?

 

Do you stall out and stop the forward progress of your whole life?

 

Or do you begin the fabrication of the next chapter even though you know not what the end will be?

 

As a writer, I spend my days and nights building characters, creating lives for them to live, giving them places to go, things for them to do, and people for them to love. At the end of the story, I am no longer the same person I was when I started, and I am not sure who I’ll be by the end of my next story. There is a time where I feel a twinge of sadness because those characters have reached a conclusion and no longer need me to point them in the right direction. But there is always a new character, waiting for my imaginings to give him or her breath and space to conquer or be conquered.