Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
About 98% of the thoughts that go through our minds are repetitive and useless.
Yep. It's a side effect of the way human consciousness has developed.
Take a moment now to witness the thoughts that cross your mind. Just by observing them and letting them go on their merry way, a lot of people can decrease these repetitive thoughts. Enjoy the silence!
Sunday, June 26, 2011
I'm celebrating with six sentences from the beginning of the big blowup between Carlovita and Conchita in Sail From Italy. Conchita was Javier's girlfriend in a time long ago, and I think we all appreciate that Carlovita has to protect her marriage!
And look up there on the left. I now have whole page of Sailing Italy excerpts for your enjoyment.
Thanks so much to everyone for the comments last week. I'm so thrilled my work-in-progress The Seven Noble Knights of Lara seems to interest you!
Check out the other sets of six here!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
You've all seen the gorgeous new cover and have been waiting on pins and needles. Here it is at last, Sail To Italy and Sail From Italy in paperback! It's still economical, but trust me, the book is a thing of beauty. Buy it here, or from the Amazon ad at left. And it will always be available as an e-book, too.
There are tons of great excerpts from these silly books on the excerpt page.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
|A magic circle is immortalized in stone alongside the cathedral in Arcos de la Frontera, Spain.|
Hello, Six Sentence Sunday fans! Here's the long-awaited wedding clip!
I did a bit of research, but we just don't know much about tenth-century weddings beyond the fact that it wasn't yet a sacrament, so it wouldn't have taken place inside the church. I guess it was going to be another thousand years before Bride Magazine could immortalize all these great traditions.
So, as we know, doña Lambra is really nervous, and her perceptions of the ceremony are clouded by the sinking feeling she can't shake. They're standing in a magic circle in the middle of the cathedral square because the last time I was in Arcos de la Frontera, I saw what was supposed to be a pre-Christian ritual circle where they performed some kind of blessing or cleansing before a child was baptized inside the cathedral.
The first words she heard clearly came from Ruy Blásquez's mouth. "I receive you as mine, so that you become my wife and I your husband."
Doña Lambra's chest was rising and falling so dramatically she could see it out of the corner of her eye, but she still couldn't feel the air passing inside her.
Thanks so much for your views and comments. I appreciate them and take them to heart, so much.
Please take a look at Friday's post for the Big Announcement! Thanks for looking.
Friday, June 17, 2011
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Thanks for coming on this journey with me. I couldn't do it without my readers and supporters.
This was a big, scary venture that required a lot faith and a lot of work. Here are some highlights from the soundtrack of my life over the past couple of months.
When Chenoa's singing, you know everything will go well!
Madonna can really rock an inspirational song, but here's one of the sassier ones.
When you need every day to be the first day of your life, turn to Los Aslándticos.
And Stacey Q teaches us to seize the moment when the moment is right.
Any success Açedrex has will be the result of even more work, so there's no stopping now! I won't be giving up my own writing, either, so wish me stamina.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
|My copy of The Beauties.|
From the first few sentences, Lauryn Allison Lewis’s The Beauties makes a serious impact on the reader. One character is in a homicidal rage, but the main character describes her victimhood with language so delicate and imagination so vivid, you won’t be able to stop reading. The Beauties is a family saga, moving from a cinematic whirlwind romance during World War II through about the 1980’s on the extraordinary backs of Opal, Fern, and Enid – grandmother, mother, and daughter. Each woman has a unique gift (I won’t give away here) that is also her burden to bear. Each woman deals with her difference as best she knows how, and each shows herself to be an authentic character with a fully developed psychological life. Together, their differences make up a tale of survival and what it means to be human. The Beauties is a fast read at only 48 pages, but the emotional intensity and astonishing imagination of this book will not soon abandon the reader.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
This is to make up for my husband's working on Memorial Day (i.e., no barbecue!). The scene is at an outdoor banquet just days before the wedding we saw doña Lambra get swept into week before last. The innkeeper offers her a choice of the cuts of a freshly roasted bull with her future husband (who is not one of the masculine lineup from three weeks ago, but their uncle) looking on beside her.
"Really, my lady?" the innkeeper asked as he used both carving knife and fingers to dig through the pile in search of the piece. Finding the tail, he said, "It doesn't have much meat on it."
"I don't mean that tail," she said. "I mean the other ones."
If you swing by next Sunday, you'll catch a glimpse of the actual wedding ceremony.
This week, Monday and Wednesday: the incomparable Lauryn Allison Lewis and her The Beauties. Friday: the biggest announcement in Famous Writer history!
Friday, June 10, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
|Doc Holladay said it, not me.|
Ideally, we would return to the place we met, Beautiful Boston. I had made a conscious decision to live within the Hub's radius when I completed my degree in England because anything else was just too far from civilization. Boston retains so many old world traditions it's practically madness, including letting cattle "plan" the city layout. But I know the city layout. It's carved upon my heart, no matter who came up with it originally.
Boston thinks it's a big city, but really it's a cozy size, surrounded by suburbs that count as Boston in any normal tally. On a nice day with good shoes, you can walk from end to end of the city limits effortlessly and see hundreds of years of history as you go. Alternatively, the public transportation is not only safe and convenient, but real people use it every day, to the astonishment of some Westerners. This is all in contrast to where we live now, where everything I'd like to do is so far away from where we live that the buses won't take me there unless I ride for literally hours. After waiting for 45 minutes under the burning sun. (Why don't people in the desert create shade? The Pima had ramadas for a reason, people!)
I fell in love with Boston during my college days. I went to Wheaton College, which is much closer to Providence, Rhode Island, but both of those places are satellites to the Hub. It's still easy to see the city as the ultimate college town, so there are a lot of intellectuals and resources for a writer like me. Also appealing to me, they have nonstop flights to Spain and something like 8 Spanish restaurants, most of them very good. I could go on and on.
But it's far from healthy to do so. Boston has its disadvantages, the only one I can think of now being that, as a coastal city, it will be flooded with rising ocean levels by midcentury.
But seriously, we may get out of Arizona soon as a result of my husband's never-ending efforts in that regard, but it will probably not be a return to the city where we met. We just don't seem to be welcome there among employers. While I too, will be glad to put an end to our Arizona Year Without Furniture, I will hold some things about it very dear: the progress I've made in my writing, editing career and blogging, and an announcement I'll save for later this month. Luckily, these things are not material, so they'll fit comfortably with us in our compact car when we leave for... the next great adventure.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
My husband is the hardest working person I know who does a job he's not especially interested in. When he lost his lucrative position at the big-bad-we-break-your-kneecaps-if-you-don't-pay-your-student-loan place, he didn't hesitate to take a job at a place my dad calls WallyWorld so we could still eat while paying the mortgage with savings. WallyWorld is not an easy place to work for. It is physically demanding: he lost a lot of weight he'd put on because I love to feed him and went through pain relievers like candy because of the aching muscles. It's mentally draining: most of the workers treat the job according to pay level, meaning that they don't care at all. My husband has an inherent impulse to do a good job, so when he was working in grocery the place had never been so spotless, and there had never been so many customers satisfied with the way they'd been treated. There was never a more efficient checker, and when he became a supervisor over the checkers, the place had never run more smoothly.
The situation was not sustainable, because, as I hinted above, the pay is laughably miniscule. We were going to be on the snowy street if we stayed there, and that's one reason we came to Arizona. I know I'm not making up what a good worker my husband is because when he had to leave the Arizona WallyWorld he'd transferred to, they did everything they could to keep him, including offering to hire me in the bakery department. Even with the two small incomes, I'm sorry to say, that situation would have been just as untenable as the previous one in Pennsylvania.
He left that job, which he's called his favorite job ever (!), for something that still doesn't pay what we were used to before economic armageddon, but is just about livable. It involves working at an office park in the middle of nowhere with scorpions and coyotes in the parking lot, at weird hours, and with an ever-shifting landscape of unpredictable people. And he's doing the best job he can do there, too, and he's so good at it.
He's the thing: when he comes home to me, he really comes home to me. He's with me, present and fully involved, no matter how much his job exhausts him, interested in my day, willing to clean the house, and ever so much in love. I'm so blessed to have such a husband!