Rhythm of Secrets Blog Tour - Day One

About the Author


Patti Lacy graduated from Baylor University in 1977 with a BS in education. She taught at Heartland Community College in Normal, Illinois, until she retired in 2006 to pursue writing full time. She and her husband, Alan, have two grown children. Visit Patti’s Web site at http://www.pattilacy.com/.

Patti, list your published books.
An Irishwoman’s Tale, What the Bayou Saw, The Rhythm of Secrets

Which book did you find the hardest to birth?
Definitely my first baby, An Irishwoman’s Tale, the story of my BEST FRIEND! If that isn’t enough cause for drama, An Irishwoman’s Tale went from memoir to first person novel to third person novel.

I KNOW that Irish child had at least forty rewrites. My brother, a fellow writer, threw up his hands and asked his wife, “What should I tell her?” when Draft 1 zipped into his mailbox. Thank the LORD my brother offered compassion, patience…and a copy of Self-Editing for Fiction Writers!!!!

Which book is your current favorite?
Now you know better than to make a mama choose a favorite child. Once I heard this quote: “My favorite child’s the one who’s needing me the most.” As The Rhythm of Secrets needs a good reception now that she’s out of the birthing room, I’ll give the nod to baby three!

How would you describe your writing style?
Ooh, I ADORE music and always listen to selections from my eclectic collection when writing, so I sure HOPE my style’s eclectic and lyrical. I’ve been told there’s a literary edge to my work, though I’m not sure what that means.

Do you listen to music while you write? If so, what kind?
Ooh, y’all, can you BELIEVE I did NOT look ahead and read this question while I was answering the previous one? I LOVE jazz, especially the oldies, like Louis Armstrong and the New Orleans era stars. Some recent additions to my collection include The Fray, Corinne Bailey Rae, Augustana, David Crowder Band. http://www.pandora.com/ is a great tool for music lovers to discover new artists!

Tell us anything about you as a writer that you think might be interesting or unusual.
Hmmm. The Rhythm of Secrets has musical literature to enhance your reading experience. Are you getting that music theme????

Visit http://www.pattilacy.com/rhythm-of-secrets-music.php and link to YouTube songs that express each chapter.

What advice do you have for aspiring writers?
Write for the Audience of One and listen to that Still, Small Voice, the best writing coach I’ve yet found!

Writers are often encouraged to write what they know. Have you found that to be the case with your writing?  Kinda yes and kinda no. How’s THAT for an answer? I’ve relied on real-life incidents to inspire all MY books. Sometimes they’re way out of my range of experience, like the life of a Thai woman enslaved by human trafficking in the Vietnam War era. Truly every person I know is fodder for fiction! Watch out if you don’t want to be in print!

Thanks ever so much for having me here today. I loved it!

About the Book


Sheila Franklin has lived three separate lives. Now a conservative pastor’s wife in Chicago, she is skilled at hiding secrets—a talent birthed during childhood romps through the music-filled streets of New Orleans. But when the son she bore at the age of eighteen comes back looking for answers and desperate for help, her greatest secret—and greatest regret—is revealed.

Eager to right past wrongs, Sheila’s heart floods with memories of lyrical jazz music and a worn-out Bible. But when her husband learns of her shady history, Sheila is suddenly faced with an impossible decision: embrace the dream—and son—she abandoned against her will or give in to the demands of her safe but stifled life. As she struggles to reclaim both her son and her identity, Sheila soon realizes that God’s grace spans both seas and secrets and that He is all she really needs. With dynamic writing that makes the reader feel the heartache of a teenage mother, struggle with the disillusionment of an abandoned boy, and revel in the idea of grace despite flaws, rising star Patti Lacy takes her fans on a journey they won’t want to end—and won’t soon forget.

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• Available Now on Amazon.com
• Available on BooksaMillion.com
• Available on BarnesandNoble.com
• Christianbooks.com

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What the Bayou Saw Blog Tour

What the Bayou Saw

by Patti Lacy

Segregation and a chain link fence separated twelve-year-old Sally Flowers from her best friend, Ella Ward. Yet a brutal assault bound them together. Forever. Thirty-eight years later, Sally, a middle-aged Midwestern instructor, dredges up childhood secrets long buried beneath the waters of a Louisiana bayou in order to help her student, who has also been raped. Fragments of spirituals, gospel songs, and images of a Katrina-ravaged New Orleans are woven into the story.

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Prologue

Hold the Wind, Hold the Wind, Hold the Wind, don’t let it blow.

—Negro spiritual, “Hold the Wind”

August 26, 2005, Normal, Illinois

I am meteorologist Kim Boudreaux.” Clad in a dark suit, the petite woman smiled big for her television audience. “Katrina’s track has changed.” She pointed to a mass of ominous-looking clouds that threatened to engulf the screen. “She’s no longer headed for Mobile but is on course for the Crescent City.”

Sally Stevens checked her cell phone, then paced in front of the television, as if that would make her brother Robert pick up the phone. She needed to talk to him, needed to know that he’d gotten her nieces and her sister-in-law out of the death trap that New Orleans suddenly had become. Needed to have him assure her, with his balmy Southern drawl, that he and his National Guardsmen were going to be okay.

A slender hand pointed to what must be a fortune’s worth of satellite and radar imagery. “As you can see, Katrina’s moving toward the mouth of the Mississippi, toward the levees . . .” The meteorologist buzzed on, high on news of this climactic wonder.

Every word seeped from the television screen, crept across the Stevens’s den, and crawled up Sally’s spine. Louisiana had once been her home. Her heritage. What would this hurricane do to the Southern state that she still loved?

A glance at her watch told Sally to get moving. Instead, she once again punched in Robert’s number. If she could just hear his voice, she’d know how to pray later as she stood in her classroom pretending to be passionate about her lecture on the history of American music, pretending to act like it was another ordinary afternoon in Normal, Illinois, while this mother of a storm wreaked wrath and vengeance upon her brother. Her home.

“. . . the next twenty-four hours are crucial . . .” The camera zoomed in for a close-up, focusing on a perfect oval face that, for just a moment, seemed to stiffen, as if a personal levee was about to be breached. “I’m not supposed to say this.” Urgency laced the forecaster’s voice. “But I’m telling you. Leave. This is a killer.” The pulsating weather image, a mass of scarlet and violet whirling about an ominous-looking eye, seemed to confirm her report.

Growing like a cancer.

Moving in for the kill . . .

Talk turned to evacuation, log-jammed roads, but Sally barely listened. Years flew away as she studied Ms. Boudreaux’s flawless mocha complexion, the tilt of her chin. The determination of this woman to save her city, or at least its people. So like the determination of Ella, that first friend, who’d taken off for New Orleans. It was as if the lockbox of Sally’s memories had somehow sprung open. Ella, that friend who’d saved her. Ella. And her brother, Willie, if he’d gotten out of the pen. Were they digging in, evacuating—

A classical song Sally’s kids had downloaded onto her phone poured from the tiny speaker as the device vibrated in her palm.

“God, let it be—” She glanced at the readout. 504 area code. New Orleans. Robert. Her fingers suddenly clumsy, she struggled to flip open the phone. Static greeted her.

“Robert? Bobby?” She was shouting, but she didn’t care. “Are you there? Are you—”
“Ssss—got them out.”

He’s out there somewhere, right in the elements, from the sound of it.

“Where are you?” Sally cried. “Robert, what’s going on?” Sally pressed the phone against her ear until it hurt. All this technology, yet she could barely hear him, could barely—

The whooshing stopped. So did Robert’s voice. Sally stared at the readout. Ten seconds she’d had with him. Ten seconds to gauge the climate of a city. A city that might still claim as a resident that once-best friend. Sally whispered a prayer as she grabbed her briefcase and headed to class.
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The rest of this prologue can be found on Simply Said Reading Accessories starting June 16th.

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ABOUT THE AUTHORPatti Lacy graduated from Baylor University in 1977 with a B.S. in education. She taught at Heartland Community College in Normal, Illinois, until she retired in 2006 to pursue writing full time. She has two grown children with her husband, Alan, and lives in Illinois. Visit Patti online at http://www.pattilacy.com/.