December Newsletter


Welcome to my author site! I’ve been extremely busy this week, therefore, I’ll keep this short as I know you are shopping, putting up a tree, or attending parties.

Above is my newest novel that I uploaded 12/2/17 to Amazon per digital reads. Here’s the link:   carolineclemensamazonsales

This novel is my historical fiction debut set in the 1920’s. If you scroll down you can read the query letters I sent out to individuals to obtain traditional publishing. Self-publishing is doable, though, more difficult. You must do everything yourself. I’m still here-so we will see about the outcome.

Thank you for following me in this endeavor and for the encouragement I receive. I do enjoy putting the story together and look for readers to leave a review. If you have read one of my books-please leave a review.

I have uploaded all six of my books, some with new covers done by Daniela Owergoor from Brazil. All six are available per digital reads and three are available via print. Thank you Dani from Bella Media Management. They look terrific and are extremely eye-catching.

I hope to do a podcast or You Tube video in the new year. I’ve asked my daughter to ask the question. Stay tuned. I will be working on a novella based upon Thanksgiving. That is my NaNoWriMo 2017. A bit late but I saved it for January. I’ll be resettling my girls as they are changing colleges midway through the first year. I’m looking for January to go smoother. I’ve applied to a couple job positions and hopefully I’ll get employed this coming February.

Thank you for stopping by and I wish you well. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! May your joys last the whole year.


Caroline Clemens

Indie Author


Indie Author Friday: Caroline Clemens #IndieAuthor #romance #contemporary

Happy Halloween to my followers and readers! 🎃 Please take a look at Teri’s site where she showcases authors and books. 📚
Thank you Teri Polen for this interview.

Books and Such

Today’s author brings with her several selections to include romance, poetry, and holiday novellas.  Welcome, Caroline Clemens!

Kiss Ride     The first book/novella I ever wrote. I went back and changed the names to protect the innocent. Ha ha, actually I just was nervous and had no idea what I was getting into. This sweet little story is about my sister meeting her future husband on the train in Atlanta.

Into the Vines   This second book is three novels in one, a trilogy titled the Vintage Blue Trilogy. I wrote it over three years and it has around 177K words. I received nice reviews from family and friends but couldn’t market it further. Believe me I tried. It’s a coming of age story, a contemporary family drama, and bits of magical realism entwined. For me it’s a classic novel and it travels across continents. It has a happily ever after…

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Here’s my cover reveal for SOMEDAY! I’ve loaded it onto Amazon and Barnes & Noble for digital e books. (Should be ready for sale by 10/12/2017). I’ll do the print later-more time consuming, and I’m not exactly sure of that process for self-publishing. This title was previously published as Bleu Moon. I’ve updated the cover and re-titled this beautiful story to reach more readers. I hope you pass it forward and help me out as an author. Thanks.


A family is formed on a vineyard through missions performed by a pilot who rescues stranded souls from around the globe. This high concept coming of age contemporary novel transports us through the pilot’s business named “ANGIE.” Think Out of Africa meets Top Gun while vacationing Under the Tuscan Sun!

Olivier and Brie marry at the Notre Dame in Paris and begin life as newlyweds when the adventure sets in motion a rescue right around the time of the blue moon over the vineyard. Hawa and Francis enter this family through unforeseen extreme circumstances and one follows their hearts while they find the way in this coming of age story.

How will they help this global family in their family operations of special rescues across continents? How does one of Olivier’s best friends, a jazz singer from the Bleu, find out about his secret business? And why is her son involved? The island of Maupiti holds many clues; what does Darlene find there? Besides maybe love?

Enjoy this beautifully written novel, twice granted honorable mention awards! Available tomorrow at online shopping sites: Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Cover by Dani Orweergor from Brazil at Self Published Covers.

By Caroline Clemens


Raven and More


Just a quick post here-I’m feeling an October surge or rush today. Actually, I want the younger ones to read two poems, one by me titled “Plot” and another by the famous, now dead, Edgar Allan Poe! His is titled “The Raven-Nevermore” and if you think you are going crazy as a freshman in college or life has you feeling out of sorts, well, read his poem and you’ll feel sane. I think.

Thanks for following me and more to come in October.

The Plot

“There’s somethin’ ‘bout these cemetery plots,” he said.
We ventured, like it or not, no longer tots, a folly she read.

What an idea dared on a dismal black-chilled Halloween night!
My friend’s sister I never met sought thrills of Frankenstein fright.

Clouds raced by luminous and white, night sky filled with ghosts
The wind kicked in, howling, seriously it scared me the most.

Dead leaves wet on the grass, all the way to the back we ran.

“Why?” I bothered to ask.

“Farther away,” he said shaking, “from the caretaker man.”

Out of breath, I stared at the raven atop the towering grey stone.
Silent. Statured. I gasped, tightly clenching my pocketed phone.

“Thought your sister was meeting us tonight?” I asked. “Here.”
“Here,” he moaned. The blackbird stirred igniting frenzy and fear.

His beak haunted me while black eyes loomed an ominous presence.
My heart raced and mind panicked remembering the fluted fence.

Then I traced my friend’s line of vision as his eyes grew in size.

“Boo!” She screamed and jumped from behind the plot and stone.
Laughing hysterically as my heart emptied a sudden surprise.

By Caroline Clemens


The Raven (Nevermore)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—

This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—

Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—

’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—

Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”

Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,

But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—

On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted—nevermore!

By Edgar Allan Poe

From Google-Public Domain





Interview With WILDsound Festival


1) What is the theme of your poem?

My poem Monet is based upon the artist from France. He probably is one of the most recognizable names from the Impressionistic period centering on Paris. He painted the water lily painting and gave it to France. Apparently the painting is tremendous in size (it covers walls) and took some time. I found similarities in myself and what he accomplished, obviously on a much lesser known scale.

2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?

I would like them to know and feel that these artists are regular people, like us, who express themselves in what they do. They don’t see it as work but really a function of themselves, therefore, we can all benefit and connect to them. Maybe we can learn to express ourselves in some small way or at least feel better by liking some of their work. I would like them to pretend they are walking in a garden of long ago and meeting a man who became known for his work. In some small way one would feel privileged to meet this man and find out about him. I’d like them to find out if they identify with him in some way. I’d like them to find a purpose in their own lives like he had purpose.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

I wrote quite a bit of poetry a few years ago and plan on doing so again. It inspired me to write a novel. However, I wrote a poem when I was about twenty and gave it to my grandmother. It has since been lost but I thought it quite good. Then I wrote a poem about my sister for a party. It was a tribute to her and I suppose it showed my love for her. I never considered myself a poet because I couldn’t even remember words from a song, only that I liked the song. Now much later in life I have this ability to write lines in the morning. They form quite naturally. If I don’t get up and write them down, they are lost.

4) Do you have a favorite poet?

Edgar Allan Poe. Not because he wrote dark poems and such but because my Dad recited his words to me over and over. My Dad could remember lines on and on. I found this fascinating. I feel underprivileged because my school didn’t offer Literature to me as an English class in high school. I never found out about these greats until later in life. What suffering had I?

5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

Twitter and WordPress. The cost was low and it sounded intriguing. I do suppose it is like a mini production. Fun.

6) Do you write other works? Scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

I have written a novel (trilogy) and published it to Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and Smashwords. I would like to try short stories and possibly a script. I think I’d prefer if someone wrote my script for me. I believe at this point I could polish a script of mine, but write it I’m not sure.

7) What is your passion in life? My passion?

Drinks coffee, scratches temple, hmm. My children. However, I’m going up the escalator now and going higher for some goodness for myself. Things come to those who wait and I feel gratified having given my time and energy to my children. Things to come such as more writing, playing golf, a bit of travel, the sea, wine, architecture (I almost became one of these), and children. Also, I want to get back that nostalgic feeling about Christmas as I lost it awhile back. I’m always searching and learning.

Caroline Clemens Interview

YouTube Video by WILDsound

May-June Newsletter


Good Morning!

Today is a celebration as my twin girls graduate high school. Yes! Awesome, I know. Their last two years they did alternative high school, in that one home schooled and the other went to an academy for half a day, all online. Both are progressives moves. Where do they get that from I wonder? It was their own choice and I applauded it. Occasionally, it was difficult with teachers and administrators communications but we worked on it. Both are headed to community colleges, and will pursue four year degrees, possibly in healthcare. I warned them how hard nurses must work with all kinds of hours and holidays and no lunch breaks. But I also gave them hope and told them of great rewards. Bright futures are what I hope for all our June graduates. Good luck!

I’ve been very busy with writing and spring cleaning. The most fun though was launching my store on It’s called TheIvoryTide. Until I work out any kinks or get a logo or obtain my very own place, I’ll operate off of Zazzle. I will do two collections a year by designing items and clothing from my photography. They package and ship, and hopefully, I’ll make a little $$$. My palm tree photo and silver sea photo were the spring/summer highlights. Check it out. You can order the little notebook below.



In early May I attended the Atlanta Writer’s Conference, and pitched my story Chocolate for Lilly to no avail. I love the conference and I met a couple other lady writers but I won’t fool ya, it’s depressing and I keep going back for more. I must lift myself, take the criticism (they all have different viewpoints you don’t know what is right or wrong), and move along, do my own thing. George Weinstein does a fabulous job and the meeting is very professional. It’s 1st class. Like I said, maybe I need to stop going (I’ve been to four now). Maybe I’ll never get readers; maybe I will. The people that have read my books have liked them. I’ll take that. I’ve written an essay on politics and social media and will submit this. Maiden Voyage, a Lighthouse Tale is a short story already submitted. It’s a little gem in my book but probably needs more editing to fine tune the tale. I have another short about nightcrawlers-who would write anything about worms?

Atlanta Writer’s Conference

Chocolate for Lilly Query

This historical novel of fiction set in the jazz era of the 1920’s, prohibition, women’s suffrage, post war and the attraction of two souls, is intended for adults. Think The Great Gatsby meets Little Orphan Annie by way of Murder on the Orient Express. 

It’s 1919 and women’s lives are about to change, but before Emmaline can figure out that future she must find her sister that she never knew she had. Robert has just finished his college studies and already has a sizeable portfolio noting his inventions. These childhood friends meet up at the perfect moment in time, and decide to help one another setting off on an adventure only the spirited would undertake. Pretending to be married they board the train from New York City, and first up is the idyllic setting of their childhood, summer homes in North Carolina. What they find in their secret pool alerts them to nearby bootleggers but they are on a journey to find her sister that didn’t perish in the burned out orphanage, and he to showcase his prized paper inventions to none other than Thomas Edison. A train strike doesn’t stop them, a party at the Vanderbilt estate, a shootout nor two opposite coasts of business. They even meet an undercover Washington D.C. reporter, who delivers the chocolate for Lilly, along the way willing to help them as he is after the hit men and their bosses. Her long lost sister, Lilly, gets out just in time on the east coast and the couple, Robert and Emmaline, on the west coast share a first kiss while rowing out from the shores of Edison’s winter retreat.

In the end, the two sisters, Emmaline and Lilly, are united with all the family present in North Carolina, and Robert has partners to back his ventures. This could be a series going forward with the story of their inventions and hotel business in Florida.

I’m an Indie Author and delighted to introduce myself to you! I’m on under the pen name of Caroline Clemens where I have a couple novels, poetry, and my first novella, “Kiss Ride.” I blog at and I’ve written journalism styled articles for The Guardian Liberty Voice and received two honorable mention awards for “Bleu Moon,” which is the middle segment of my contemporary novel “Into the Vines.” I find this creative process to be a work of art with hopes of producing more titles, such as a thriller I have in the works.


Caroline Clemens

Lastly, I have decided to put professional covers on my books starting with the very first real book I wrote. I’m changing the title, re-editing, and adding this wonderful cover by Dani from Brazil you see above. More to come on that. Thanks for reading the newsletter from a starving artist-haha. My humor is emerging, engaging me to write that satire, humor-filled artists role. It will be based upon my favorite comedian.

Caroline Clemens

*art work by Danielle

*photography by me


Poetry From Autumn Quotes

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Beneath the sea,
Frolics you and me.
If ever we are caught,
Such a battle will be fought.
The air is gold above the ivory tide;
Yet, free we glide in our coral and aqua ride.

Moon River

A beautiful moon river …
The path so golden and lit;
Shall I dream a dream,
Or blink reality as I sit?

My Moon

Evening dropped by again
I raced down the planks lightly.
There he was waiting for me,
Rising up from the dark water.

Calmness settled over me smoothly
I just know he wants to tell me.
Maybe something new, maybe what I know.
My feet shift and stand firm in the sand.

Climbing the sky he’s going too fast.
I want to hold on and go slow.
What blessings can this glow give to me?
A silver river of dreams from me to my moon,

Yes, just me and my moon now,
Glimmering white surrounded by pale clouds.
He burst through and made me smile
Knowing dreams would come true after a while

All poems by Caroline Clemens from Autumn Quotes on Amazon.

Photography by me.

Break Time

Seven years ago I happened upon social medias and kept going after more. I suppose I suddenly found time for a break with the enormity of raising three children close in age. I also wanted to know what they were doing as we’d heard of the many dangers of the world wide web, something I didn’t have growing up. We had books, television, movie theaters, and school. I continually learned enjoying most of it and appalled by some. Eventually I started three blogs, ended up on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, You-Tube, and a few others. I’m still here but am now prioritizing and refocusing.

The photo above is the cover for my 3rd novel ‘Sapphire Souls’ which is part of Into the Vines. My photograph was used with Amazon’s KDP (kindle direct publishing), a tool for self-pubbed authors. Truly incredible!

Never did I think I would write books. Click link below.

Amazon page

A whole other world opened for me and for that I’m grateful. I learned more than a lot. I gained an entrance into my brain that was rarely used (I wrote poetry back when I was 20 n 30) and found out how to express that. Things I loved growing up were right there, and now maybe, I understood why I liked those things as a child or teen or young adult.

No wonder why I went out for musicals, choir, sports, put on skits, and ran for vice president of my class. We should pursue the things in life that make us happy, feel good, and want to succeed, otherwise we become miserable and unable to move forward. We feel trapped. I’ve always been for more arts, sports, recess, and music in school. I could see my children being swept up in homework, sitting all day, bored in class by teachers passing out worksheets and not teaching. They just don’t listen to me (yes, I even got on a board w the principal back in elementary school).

Therefore, I decided to write books in hopes of gaining a larger audience. I’m a doer but realize one person can’t do it all, and really, would we want perfection all at once? I continually seek a sweeter life (and a publisher) with adventure, and maybe now, just to do a little less as my teens will be eighteen (2) and nineteen (1). I have to break except for a couple blog posts I want to do in March on I will do my May newsletter on this site.

I deserve a small break, it’s been a wonderful life!

Thanks a million! Kim Troike

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