Monday, May 17, 2010

A Writer's Life

"Monday morning Grace rose with sadness. There was no cedar scent in the air, no fog outside the window, and certainly no sound of waves crashing against the rocks like she'd heard at her rental home in Maine. She felt drugged, nailed to the bed. It was so hard to move her feet, one after the other, to the shower.

She had stayed up late last night rearranging her studio, but never mentioned her intentions to Jack. That was so typical of them to let things build up, to not talk, and to wait until disaster struck before discussing it. At least that was what Grace did. Jack never divulged his intentions. He just did as he pleased. Grace knew he assumed she would want to do what he chose for her, like working in his office. For twenty years she had done nothing else. How could she stop now?

She slipped into her panythose as if it were a regular Monday morning. She clothed herself in Pendleton wool like she did so many other work days, but this time she also wrapped around her wrist a glass bead bracelet that Gordon had made for her. Cheap glass beads and memory wire, something she thought she'd never be caught dead in. Only her John Atencio diamonds and her pearl necklace had graced her before she went to Maine.

Now was a different story. This morning, unlike other ones, she put her hair in a long French braid instead of the curls pulled back with a silver barrette. Her hands trembled as she twisted the rubber band around her hair. Her beads clinked together. It was easy being someone else when she was somewhere else, but here in the tight tentacles of Langsberry she wasn't sure just how defiant she could be. She slung her braid over her shoulder, straightened her jacket lapel and headed to work as if she were a rabbit being thrown into a lion's den."

This is the first page of the second chapter in my book, Healing Grace. The book signing held last weekend was a tremendous success, beyond my wildest dreams. Thank you to everyone involved! I saw family and friends I hadn't seen in ages, and met so many new people that I look forward to seeing again. Michele Stevens Bernard was an absolute saint for hosting the event in her studio, Write Above Spoons. I am grateful for all of it. Finally getting this book published has truly been a dream come true for me in ways that I never even thought of. As a writer, I imagined what it would be like to see my name in print, to have a bio and author picture on the book jacket, and now that it's finally here I am amazed at how tranquil I feel about it all. I have a real sense of calmness. The sales have been better than I ever expected, and I know this is just the beginning.

I have loved hearing people tell me about the book, how they've gotten caught up in the story line and unable to get on with their lives until they finish. I am so touched by their words especially after all the times spent alone hovering over the computer, deleting, editing, writing over and over again until one word looks just like another.

Now it's off to more events, more signings, and more readings. This Saturday at RejuveNationLifeSpa in McKinney on the square my fiber art, clothing, and signed copies of Healing Grace will be for sale. It's the annual Art Walk on the square. You just don't want to miss it. Musicians and artists will be everywhere on the square. And besides that, where else would you rather be anyway?

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Healing Grace book signing!!!!!

When Grace stepped off the airport shuttle on Main Street, there was a shift in her step, nothing major, but enough of a difference to know something about her was no longer the same. She'd been gone; she had left the state, the region for weeks. Was that all it took to change twenty years of marriage?

She stepped down on the crusty snow with her bags hooked to her shoulders. She breathed in, cold air slicing her lungs, and looked around the square, soaking in the four blocks of shops and offices surrounding the park. All of them were closed and dark. All except one, The Women's Clinic. She knew it wasn't the doctor in there; it'd be Rowena, his wife, filing insurance claims. Tom was most likely at home in his recliner with a beer, watching a football game.

Grace trudged through the softball diamond, her luggage weighing her down and her boots sinking into the snow. She didn't look up. She didn't have to. She knew with her eyes closed how each shop and office would look. She imagined the stuffed poodle at Carman's Cut 'n Curl dressed up with red bows and gold balls dangling from its ears, twinkiling white lights in The Bridal Boutique, not-so-fresh garland around The Men's Clothier, pin lights and gold tinsel in Patsy's Perm Palace, and nothing in her husband's window. She hadn't bothered to decorate before she left, except for the wreath she bought from a client's daughter for a school fund-raiser. It would probably be brown by now, stiff, miserable. Grace knew that when she fingered it, pine needles would shed on the porch step. One day soon, she would take the wreath down and act as if Christmas were really over. It was January, and the shops around the square didn't acknowledge the end of the holiday season until it was time to put up the Easter displays. This year it would be different at her husband's office. A lot would be different there. A lot.

She wound her way through the bare maples surrounding the gazebo. Rose bushes were clipped back to gnarly fingers, snow dusting their limbs. There were no footprints on the brick path except for the new ones Grace made. She liked stepping into virgin snow and creating her own footprints,...

This is the first page of my new novel. I'll be at Write Over Spoons, Suite 206 on the McKinney Square Saturday night, May 8th from 6-9:00, hosted by Michele S. Bernard. The first 20 people who purchase books will also receive a work of my own fiber art. Come one, come all! There will be wine, refreshments, photography, fiber art, and amazing people. This is a must do. Just go upstairs above Spoons restaurant to room 206. Lots of fun to be had by all. Look forward to seeing you! And if you're unable to make it, you can always purchase the book on amazon.