Happy Saturday!

I have survived the ultimate summer adventure with gusto!




Tori in my mom’s garden

My lovely grand-daughter Victoria (Tori) spent the entire month of June with us.  It was wonderful.  We worked on reading and art…she discovered the world of CAT VIDEOS on YouTube (and I never tired of listening to her laugh!)

Then for a nice change, all my children came to see me on 4th of July.  I expect it was because of the annual pool/bbq party at my aunt and uncle’s house…but it was fun nonetheless…even the dog and my pseudo daughter Jacqui and her son (p-nut) came along.  I felt very blessed!!


Me and the gang!

After my daughter and oldest son left with the majority of the crew…we (Matthew my youngest) and I kept the youngest, Kristina (Tina) for a few days.

While my son was here we spent many evenings talking…you see…it was kind of a LAST HURRAH for him…as he was moving to Portland Oregon to work and go to school.


147I was also able to watch the ongoing excitement of the media craze “Pokemon Go” which was only a little disconcerting when their popular theme music always popped up whenever we would travel somewhere..as though I had my very own soundtrack!~!


I know I will miss him very much…and my house is incredibly quiet now that everyone is back home, but how can I argue when I did the very same thing so many years ago…striking out on my own to find my way, away from my parents, but never too far.


Tragedy has struck my world…a classmate who I always admired…strong, upstanding..a veteran and an athlete who was always quick with a joke.

He was diagnosed with ALS last year, and I’m sad to report that he passed away this past Thursday, succumbing to the disease in record speed.  He was an organ donor…and several lives are now that much better for the sacrifice of his family.  We smile when we tell those special families,”Don’t be surprised if your loved one suddenly has an inherent NEED to follow the Red Sox and the Patriots!”

My sweet mama also had to say good-bye to her long time companion, BINKY  her full name Wil Lin Bin Kai…a full blooded Shih Tsu …we are missing her every day…in the silliest of times.  But she was a wonderful girl, and we will see her again when we come to the Rainbow Bridge

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So, now…it’s August…and the wonders of the Indie Publishing world beckon me once again.

“Night Music” Book Four of the Festival Series, is in the final stages.


I am pleased with this one…very pleased indeed…and that’s all that I’m going to say about it right now.  :-)!!




When Blunders Occur

book Two Cover

I have been curious that the release of Book Two, “No Strings”, while critically well received, did not gain the momentum that Book One, “Love Never Ends”, had, on Amazon.

I tried to consider that people just don’t give reviews anymore…there’s just no time.

Indie Label

In the Indie World of publishing, even with a moniker of Dreamland Publishing (my own name, validity in itself as I am an Indie Author) the sales at events bypassed the count on Amazon by  3:1!

At last, after I stumbled upon the blurb under the intro, I realized what had happened.

Simple really.  I had released a “Sneak Peek” edition for attendees of the Indie Mashup in Arkansas back in October of 2013.

To do so, and to advertise, I went ahead and published the half book on Amazon’s Kindle and Print…intending to pull it when the manuscript released that December.

Somehow, the description of the Sneak Peek stayed, even though the CONTENT was the full length novel.

Of course I can FIX IT,

It’s a simple matter of editing the entry.

But we are in the  middle of a promotion right now, and I don’t want to stop mid promo to do that, so…


BOOK ONE, LOVE NEVER ENDS….has been revised and contains additional scenes and information.

BOOK TWO….NO STRINGS….IS a full length (294 pages) novel, and it is available this weekend at a reduced price.

BOOK THREE…BUILDING TOWARD FOREVER….will be available for pre-order before the end of September…it should release October 20th (my parents anniversary).

Sunday is my birthday.  I am looking forward to attending church, having lunch with my parents, and settling in to the computer to work on final edits and changes.

(Book Four…Night Music…is in the wings, and I know you’re all just going to LOVE LOVE LOVE Macy’s story!

Have a wonderful weekend!

Stop by my Amazon Author page and show some love.


Getting Ready for the Long Haul

Thank you so much for the outpouring of love and kindness after the recent and unexpected death of my grandmother.  Your continued support means the world to me, and I wanted to share some recent updates and thoughts with all of you that follow my posts here at “festivalseries1thru4”

My grandmother passed on April 22, 2015 at around 9 am.  Her children were gathered together around her bed.  It is my firm belief that she was already in the outskirts of this realm, with her loved ones.  Her body breathed its last, and the sun broke through the clouds, anointing her favorite rose bush with sunlight, causing it to burst forth such beautiful blooms, we were instantly assured of her safe passage to Heaven.

It has been a bittersweet time for me since, as I find my way in a world without my loving companion of the past few years.

I moved in with my parents, to cleanse my soul as well as my body.  I had discovered that despite my careful attention to what I ate, I had gained a bit of weight.  My parents’ house afforded me the opportunity to find my way back to a healthy lifestyle.  Yoga and exercise every morning, moving more, eating right, small portions and lots of water and vegetables.

On July 31st I moved into my own apartment, deciding that South Carolina, the backdrop of my current series, would be my new home.

I love living here.  I can write any time I want.  I clean my house, maintain a healthy regimen of clean food, orderly organization and a happy exercise routine.  My parents live just around the corner, and my children are supportive and looking forward to my visits.

On to more exciting news.

Book Three, “Building Toward Forever” is nearing the final stages.

This story was actually my first foray into the Evans clan, originally entitled, “Festival of Love”.

I knew that the other sisters and brother would have to have a story of their own, but the original story of Preston and Adriana was something dear to me.

I learned that while my craft was good, it lacked polish, and my characters were one dimensional at best.  Contest judges cautioned me that Adriana came across childish, and warned me that immature children did not make good heroines.

So, I put the manuscript in a file folder, and dusted off the character lists of the other siblings.

First we released Larson’s story (Love Never Ends), of a love so deep that time and space could not tear it down was first, giving the reader a story of love lost and found, and the true test to loyalty and family values.

Nikki’s all business and fast paced love life was next, (No Strings), when she fell, head over spiky high heels for the rogue veteran Joe Lewis quick, hard, and fast.

In both books, we see the other key people in the series, and start to wonder about them as well.

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Now comes Adriana’s story, (Building Toward Forever).  Preston knows exactly what he wants, and he wants Adriana.  He’s wanted her since she walked into his dorm room back in college, his roommate (and distant cousin) Brian’s girlfriend.

Now some years later, he is an accomplished architect, and she is an award winning cake decorator.  Her business acumen is sure, but personally she doubts herself sometimes, always stepping forward to be the sensible one, the take charge business girl, the one that does not make waves.

When Brian starts pulling strings behind the scenes, to undermine the blossoming romance between her and Preston, Adriana doesn’t know who to believe any more.

It takes a strong man to convince her that their love is true, and Preston is just the right man for the job.

I hope you all enjoy the next few posts, as I continue to promote my series on Facebook and beyond.

I remain, ever in your debt….

Robin Lynn Wildes…Author.

The Queen Comes Home


After two and a half years, my grandmother and I were in quite the routine.  Daily television favorites, including “Days of Our Lives, Dr Oz, Wheel of Fortune, and Jeopardy!.  We watched a lot of episodes of THE WALTONS, Little House On The Prairie, Matlock, and Andy Griffith.  Children’s movies, classic black and whites, the epic Gone With The Wind…we shared a lot of television time together.

We also read.  Bits from the internet, newspapers, books and the Bible, I often would read passages of scripture while we settled in for the night’s rest.

We also had food routines, breakfast would consist of Pear Preserves, Bacon Toast and sometimes oatmeal, along with a dish of applesauce with her morning meds crushed and mixed in.  Let’s not forget the COFFEE and “something sweet”. Lunch from “Meals on Wheels”, supper would be something healthy, like chicken or fish, but also fun things like Salmon Stew or Chicken N Dumplings. Comfort food, to soothe the weary soul.


In the evenings, after we were in pajamas, I would get her a cup of coffee, make sure she had some fresh water and give her  nightly medicine, and then she would go to bed.  All to start over the next day.

Friday morning, (April 3rd) she slept in,  or so I thought.  As it was a few days before Easter, we (my aunts and I) decided she should have her bath on Friday rather than the anticipated busy Saturday.

While the evening before had commenced much like usual, that morning, she did not wake up.  Not a peep, not a response.  When her eyes finally opened, they were blank, unseeing, like she was visiting a far away place, not willing to come back to where we were.

Throughout the day, her children and grandchildren gathered by her side, tearfully keeping a vigil, waiting for a sign of the fiery woman who has been our matriarch for nearly 90 years. Friday evening, my daughter arrived and sat with her, saying a prayer for God to give us strength to do His will, whatever that was.

Saturday morning, while very little change had occurred, we all agreed that she needed to at least be seen by a doctor, just in case what presented as simply a stroke was something more treatable.

Turns out, while there was a stroke resulting in significant paralysis, her main problem was a UTI, treated with antibiotics.

She is now home, in her room, where she wants to be.  We have a team of 6-8 people that will take turns sitting with her, so that no one will be alone in the house for longer than a half hour.

I had wished, and stated in an earlier blog post, that we would be able to bring her out to see the children hunting eggs in their finery.  Unfortunately, she was at the hospital still, but we gathered in her honor Easter Sunday after church, in that old brick house in Abbeville, and ate and laughed and silently worshipped our Lord for allowing us to have her in our lives for so long.

Regardless of what happens in the coming days, we will celebrate her 90th birthday on June 14th;  the same time that the queen of England will celebrate her own birthday.

Evelyn B Page.  Our Queen,  home where she belongs


Abbeville Square

The daylilies are blooming, the bees are hovering around the dogwood flowers; every store has mother’s day and Easter baskets and dresses for little girls are in every window.

My grand-daughters are joining me at my grandmother’s house for an old fashioned Easter Egg hunt.  I can hardly wait to see their faces as they search through the flowers and grass for their treasures.  I am most certain that the sunshine forecasted for the day will enable us to bring my grandmother out on the porch to oversee the festivities.  What a glorious thing that will be!

Tina, Easter 2014

The April 9th issue of the White County Telegraph will have an article about me.  I am still getting used to being interviewed, and it only makes me slightly nervous.  It’s amazing that, I can face a crowd of 1000, sing a song I never even rehearsed at a karaoke show, or read from one of my novels to a crowd of well-wishers….but you put me one on one with a reporter and I freeze like a popsicle.

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday.

Weekend Blues

Weekends in Abbeville are full of excitement.

It seems every weekend there is a festival, carnival, bbq or benefit and quite frankly, that is one of the reasons I chose Abbevlle for the backdrop to the Festival Series.

On any given Friday or Saturday night there are bands playing around the square, a movie playing in the park, a gala or dinner in the Livery Stable, and lets not forget the Opera House players; it seems they always have a good show there.

However exciting the weekends are around us, in our little world, in my grandmother’s house, the walls echo the voices of the days long past.  The giggling whisper of children who were told three times to go to sleep, yet couldn’t stop sharing the secrets of the day; the stories told by the elder former soldiers, lingering over the names of the men who were lost out of reverence; and who could forget the women’s light joking and sing-song voices as they prepared the meals, and the scents of the food wafting through the house made your mouth water!

In my grandmother’s living room there are photos around the walls that seem to speak volumes.  The laughter is gone, but for a brief visit from a young relative, but those photos tell a story that is bittersweet.  Every inch there is a carefully hung picture frame, sharing the loved one within the glass and wood to all who enter.

There is a picture of me, with my two oldest children.  I do not recognize myself, but I remember the day it was taken.  There is a small little beach ball sitting in my lap, due to the impending birth of my third child, a baby so comfortable in the womb that his due date of FEBRUARY 14th would come and go til his final arrival, March 13th.  9lbs, 9oz.  I gave birth to a toddler!  But he was bright eyed, with a shock of bright red hair and the cutest little pointed ears you’ve ever seen.  We celebrated his 25th birthday just last week.  Seems like yesterday.1511123_1105804446112017_8471470682490920873_n

I guess that’s why I love the writing life. In. a manner of minutes I can be so far away in the past, re-telling a story, or making up one based loosely on memories, the melancholy tendencies that accompany long term caregiving  are far from this world/  The house is filled with laughter, loved ones are gathered at every area, children run amongst the daffodils and daylilies.  The lovely smells and happy noises make the house smile with pride.  This is my family, it thinks, all who are inside these walls are of my heart

The indulgent smile of my grandmother finds me staring far off and she murmurs, “you okay?”

I return her smile and nod.  When you’re in a house of love, how can you be anything but okay?

Welcome to New Followers

I saw that I had some new followers so I figured it was time to update my readers on what’s been happening in the Festival world.


First, again we are close to the beginning of SPRING, and all the magic it entails.

New Author Photo

Robin Lynn Wildes

With so many inches of snow in the Northeast, so much cold ice and rain in the South, I am sure I am not alone in welcoming this long overdue season!

Spring Festival in Abbeville, SC will be April 30-May 2.  I will be up on the square at some time during that weekend, ready to share my goodies and books.

Book Three, “Building Toward Forever” will be available on May 5th.  But I will have some pre-orders available, and some sneak peek paperbacks for sale.

The Fourth, and final book in the series, “Night Music” will release in time for Christmas.

Personally things have been challenging with the care of my grandmother.  She needs to have constant companionship, and I am not the type to just put the TV on and leave her alone.  SO, that is why the 3rd book has taken so long to come about.  By the time she goes to bed at night, I am exhausted!

Hope to have these cards available for all convention attendees

I am planning to attend the Romantic Times Booklover’s Convention, this year in Dallas, Texas.  I will have some exciting giveaways and promotional items available, so if you are in the area May 13-19th, please drop me a line so we can meet!  I always love meeting my readers.Promotional items I will have on my table




Now a little snippet of information on the upcoming sequel to “No Strings”:

“Building Toward Forever”

Book Three will take you to Abbeville on New Year’s Eve.  A gala First Night celebration finds Adriana Evans, youngest daughter of Clyde and Sylvia Evans, upset and disturbed by the impending visit of architect Preston Cartwright.  Preston was a friend in college, and the room-mate of her boyfriend Brian. One night, when he escorted her to an awards dinner, he crossed the line of friendship against his better judgement, and kissed her at the end of the evening.  The kiss was remembered fondly by both, but outside of a few taciturn emails, the two never spoke of the evening again.  The upcoming refurbishing of the county firehouse brings Preston to her hometown, and Adriana, now unattached, is surprised to find out that her mother, a committee member, has offered the family homestead for his accommodations.

Adriana is a cake decorator, more distinctly, a Master Sugar Artist.  Her creations in confections have won her various awards and she is on the fast track to success.  Television producers are vying for her to appear on various cooking shows and contests, and she is considering this when the romance of a lifetime begins as Preston starts to pursue her again.

A whirlwind romance ensues, amid the colorful backdrop of Abbeville, and Preston’s hometown of Newburyport, Massachusetts.

Building a life together takes a firm foundation.  Love and trust are the keys to that solid base, and Preston works hard to win that from his chosen mate.


I hope you will enjoy the third book in the series, and I promise it won’t be so long before you hear from me again.