Sunday, August 25, 2013
It's (Un)officially Fall
Even though we are roasting here, it's sorta kinda fall. Houston schools start tomorrow. It's my granddaughter's first day of high school. She admits to being a little nervous but not much. On her first day of kindergarten (which seems like yesterday) her picture was in the Houston Chronicle, holding onto her daddy and crying. But now she's a young lady, who walks better in high heels than I ever did, and certainly better than I do now. She'll be fine.
And another sign of fall: It's football season. Will the University of Texas Longhorns regain their rightful place among elite college football teams? Will the Houston Texans get to the Super Bowl...or at least past the second round of the playoffs? We'll see.
Halloween items line store shelves and I actually saw some Christmas items a month ago.
I''m looking forward to a chill in the air and eventually some colored leaves. Fall is my favorite season.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Interview with Leila Summers, Author of It Rains in February
Q: Can you share a
little about your story with us?
A: On the 1st February 2006, my husband, Stuart, arrived home from work and unexpectedly confessed his love for another woman - a married woman whose children were friends with my children. I thought there must be some mistake, a misunderstanding, or perhaps, he was having a midlife crisis. But Stuart spiralled down into depression, becoming obsessed, and my perfect life began to unravel along with his sanity. I spent the following year torn between my own heartache and trying to save him. Every day I treaded lightly, juggling work, children, tears, and threats of suicide. On 24th February 2007, I got the dreaded call. Stuart was dead. His father said, "It's over." But it wasn't over, for me, or for any of us. I was a widow at the age of thirty-seven, with two young daughters, aged six and four.
A: On the 1st February 2006, my husband, Stuart, arrived home from work and unexpectedly confessed his love for another woman - a married woman whose children were friends with my children. I thought there must be some mistake, a misunderstanding, or perhaps, he was having a midlife crisis. But Stuart spiralled down into depression, becoming obsessed, and my perfect life began to unravel along with his sanity. I spent the following year torn between my own heartache and trying to save him. Every day I treaded lightly, juggling work, children, tears, and threats of suicide. On 24th February 2007, I got the dreaded call. Stuart was dead. His father said, "It's over." But it wasn't over, for me, or for any of us. I was a widow at the age of thirty-seven, with two young daughters, aged six and four.
Q: What inspired you to write down your story?
A: During the traumatic year leading up to Stuart’s death, I kept a journal, a space to simply pour out my pain. After he was gone, I typed up the scribbled tear-stained pages to keep as a record for my daughters so that they would one day know the story. More words poured out as the story expanded until I realized that I had the skeleton of a book. I included all of Stuart's letters and emails leading up to his death. Four years went by as I worked for hours at night, the story growing and evolving as I filled in all the spaces. Writing became an important part of my healing process. There were many times that I wanted to forget the idea of publishing, but something kept spurring me on. It was as if the telling of my story was as important as putting it out there for the entire world to read. Only after my book was published, and I was forced to officially call myself a writer, did I discover that another part of the process was to find myself.
A: During the traumatic year leading up to Stuart’s death, I kept a journal, a space to simply pour out my pain. After he was gone, I typed up the scribbled tear-stained pages to keep as a record for my daughters so that they would one day know the story. More words poured out as the story expanded until I realized that I had the skeleton of a book. I included all of Stuart's letters and emails leading up to his death. Four years went by as I worked for hours at night, the story growing and evolving as I filled in all the spaces. Writing became an important part of my healing process. There were many times that I wanted to forget the idea of publishing, but something kept spurring me on. It was as if the telling of my story was as important as putting it out there for the entire world to read. Only after my book was published, and I was forced to officially call myself a writer, did I discover that another part of the process was to find myself.
Q: Is there a
message in your book that you hope to share with readers?
A: To be honest, I tried to keep away from including a ‘message’ in my book, and simply shared my story. I believe that stories have the power to heal, not only ourselves, but others who come across them. Not all stories have happy endings. But the depth that comes from within them, the powerful feeling they leave us with, reminds us that we are all connected. Each of us has our own story, our own heartache and our moments of joy. Mine is a story of love and loss, but also hope. Hope because no matter what any of us have been through, we know that someone else has been through hard times too, and has survived. I have survived.
A: To be honest, I tried to keep away from including a ‘message’ in my book, and simply shared my story. I believe that stories have the power to heal, not only ourselves, but others who come across them. Not all stories have happy endings. But the depth that comes from within them, the powerful feeling they leave us with, reminds us that we are all connected. Each of us has our own story, our own heartache and our moments of joy. Mine is a story of love and loss, but also hope. Hope because no matter what any of us have been through, we know that someone else has been through hard times too, and has survived. I have survived.
Q: What has been the response to your
book?
A: I have been surprised by the many positive responses to my book. As
I mentioned, it wasn't intended as a book with a message. But books have a way
of finding readers who relate to certain aspects of a story. As expected, there
have been angry readers too; people who
do not understand how I could put up with as much as I did. I can appreciate
how they feel. I didn’t plan my story, it simply unfolded before my eyes, and I
dealt with it in survival mode on a day to day basis. If I hadn't lived it, I
might feel the same way. Whatever emotion the book brings up, I am satisfied
that, at the very least, I have done what every writer aspires to, and that is
to evoke strong emotions within a reader. In retrospect, I have no regrets.
Q: What are you working on now?
A: After I published my memoir at the end of 2011, I moved to a tiny
country village in South Africa where I now live happily with my two daughters
and our six pets. I have just started writing my second memoir, a story of life
after grief.
Q: Where can readers buy your book?
A: It Rains In February: A Wife's Memoir of Love and Loss is free to
download on Amazon Kindle today! Visit http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0062EIRAI to
get your copy.
Q: How can readers connect with you?
Twitter https://twitter.com/leilasummers
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Quotes for the Week: Summer
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips. ~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it. ~Russel Baker
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Our Vet by Toby and Tiki
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Writing Our Lives: Interview with Joe Pfeiler, Author of Half Italian (and then some)
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Describe
the book:
Half Italian (and then
some) is the story of my Italian family, as seen through my eyes. The humor is
unique, like the time my grandmother flushed her dentures down the toilet,
later retrieved from a septic tank. The book isn’t just for Italians; it’s for
anyone needing a good laugh.
Currently, the book is a
finalist in two categories of the Readers’ Favorite 2013 book contest.
What
inspired you to write the book?
This came after reading
Frances Mayes’ books on Tuscany and Yvone Lenard’s on Provence. Both authors
created worlds I couldn’t wait to get home to each afternoon, simply by writing
about “what happened.” I found myself wishing I owned something that had
“happened” to write about. But all I could think of was two stories on the
Italian side of my family: a homemade electric chair (complete with live shock)
that my cousins made as a joke, and my family using a still to make booze
during Prohibition. Those didn’t seem like much of a start. But my father had recently
passed away, and I realized time was precious. So one Saturday morning I sat
down at the computer to type those two stories into a document. With that,
something in me opened and the rest of the words flew.
I
saw on Amazon that you write about your grandmother (sounds hilarious). What
other family members do you write about?
A mixture of the
immigrants, the American-born generations and the Europeans: my great aunt, my
uncle, my mother, a particularly lively cousin, and some of my family who still
live in Italy.
My grandmother’s first
U.S. experiences have entertained people for many years. She’d never seen a
banana, mustard, or a fruit pie until adult age during her migration from Italy
to California, and threw them all out the window of her train because she
thought they were spoiled. (Mushy fruit? Yellow meat? Wet, squishy stuff,
between crusts!?)
Is
the book a series of short pieces or one long, connected story?
It’s one connected
story, beginning with my family leaving Italy. As they continue their lives in
Southern California, I’m always present, commenting. My interest in the old
country grows, and the book’s apex is my first visits to Italy.
What’s
your favorite part of the book?
The chapter titled
“Grandma” is particularly important to me. I hadn’t intended to include her
death, but once I began to write about it I realized I’d never processed that
loss. That chapter is a turning point, the end of one period of my life. The
loss of my great aunt, another life-changing event, is also a section that’s
important to me.
I loved writing about
the chickens.
What
has been your family’s response to the book?
Did they know ahead of time you were
writing about them?
A few family members
knew I was writing the book and couldn’t wait to read it. Then, surprise! They
had little to say, once they read it. In fact, one cousin remembered very
little about it, when we spoke later. Maybe they’ve just heard those stories
too many times.
Enthusiasm at this time
is coming from those who don’t know my family, which pleases me greatly – that
means I did my job, and wrote a book that’s interesting to a wide audience, not
just those who know me.
I particularly like
that the book gives new life to a past that’s gone. The loss of my grandmother
was devastating, so hearing remarks about her now, from people I don’t know
give her a new kind of life. I feel like she’s standing nearby, smiling.
What
is your writing background?
Half Italian (and then
some) is my first book.
Tell
about your writing process:
I write down my
thoughts ASAP because some tend to fly away and not come back. On vacations, I
carry a tiny notepad and make bullet-points. Doesn’t matter how rough-form the
thoughts are, as long as I get them in writing. After that, I try to be
patient. Connecting the pieces of even one small story can be challenging. I’ve
learned, though, that just a few minutes spent each day on one section can
produce a smooth story that seemed impossible to complete when it was nothing
more than raw thoughts. Later, when re-reading, I ask myself if things make
sense. Have I written about a character before introducing her? Is there a
contradiction as to when events took place?
What
are you working on now?
I just finished “On the
Roads of France,” a collection of three short stories about driving in France,
plus one in Italy, all my own experiences.
The liner notes will include, “From
the lanes of a medieval village to receiving a speeding ticket, this collection
will amuse as well as provide tips on how to supplement and respect a GPS.”
I’ll also be continuing
with a second memoir, about the other side of my family, called “The Other
Half.” This will have some darker moments than Half Italian (and then some).
Any
tips for writers, especially memoir writers?
Read your work, and ask
why you want to include the material you’ve written. What does it contribute? Does
it support your book’s general direction or one of its threads? Would someone who
doesn’t know you find the material entertaining?
I recently read a
memoir that was presented like an inventory list. This, and limited personal observation
from the author made the book a difficult read. Several parts of the book read as
if random memories had been recorded on tape and those words were simply transferred
from recording onto the book’s pages. The book’s only direction seemed to be
linear time, such as who did what and when they did it, with few comments or
feelings from the author. One section was simply a roster of who’d lived where,
like names poured from a bucket, with no direction or reason.
Make your writing
personal. When writing about someone else, share your own experience of that material with your readers, not merely
“what happened.”
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Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Quotes for the Week: Attitude
If you have nothing to be grateful for check your pulse. ~Author Unknown
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Monday, August 12, 2013
Summer
School starts in a week and it's still summer. In fact, it's sooo summer that my brains are fried. I can't think of anything to write about today. And Saturday night I went with a group of friends to see Shakespeare in the Park at Miller Outdoor Theater. We chose to see Antony and Cleopatra, which I've never seen before, but who doesn't know about Cleopatra and her famous suicide from the bite of an asp. A light rain was falling as we settled on the hill behind the theater. It stopped just as the curtain went up. When the curtain fell and people headed out, we packed up our chairs and picnic baskets and left, too. We wondered why the actors did not come out at the end and why, unlike most of Shakespeare's tragedies, Cleopatra and her lover didn't die at the end. "Oops," as our esteemed governor would say, when I checked the Cliffnotes, I discovered there was no curtain call because the play was not over. We left at intermission. All five of us, all of us well educated and familiar with the story. Too much summer. Maybe Shakespeare should be watched in cooler weather.
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