I have been blessed with a wonderful family, supportive friends, and a community of generous and companionable fellow writers. They enable me to do what I love: write.
In addition to writing, I love to dance. I was a ballet dancer in another life and I still am enthralled by the art. (The small snapshot is the cover of a series of stories I wrote on Smashwords.com It's called "Prima Ballerina.")
I am keen on traveling, especially to Europe. I've been to Italy, France (twice), Greece and the islands (twice), Ireland (twice)and London, England.
I read everything I can get my hands on, including poetry, but I rarely write it. It's just not my forte. For fun and escape, I find mysteries and detective novels irresistible.
Currently, I've just finished a terrific book by Peter Gilboy: The American Pearl. Tension filled, plot twists, great characters. Highly recommended.
That's all for now. As my late husband used to say, Stay Tuned.
I am constantly learning, not only from my family, friends, and clients, but from fellow writers, who so generously share their expertise and talents with me. I'm struck by the goodwill apparent in the writers' group to which I belong, as well as the seminars and workshops I've attended. Not all the arts boast such benevolence.
If you're wondering about that little photo, it's the cover of my lighthearted mystery, Suzy the Default Detective. It's available on Amazon/Kindle if you'd like to check it out.
A final thought until next month:
We write because we must, I think, because we need to put down on paper all these feelings and emotions and sorrows in order to understand ourselves better. At least for me, it makes my life real to see it in black and white.
March is always the month I look forward to. Maybe because it heralds spring in my mind (though not really to be counted on here in Minnesota), and also because my birthday is in this month. Birthdays are just numbers, of course, but the flip of the calendar offers promise. I've been writing a lot this month and submitting to various publications. On that note, I am thrilled to announce that GlimmerTrain magazine has given me an Honorable Mention for a piece I submitted recently: The Irish Bury Their Dead. I am planning to attend a workshop at the Rosemount library on March 24. I debated about attending another in St. Paul but decided on this one because of the manuscript critique offered. I think we all need to spif up our writing and get out and network with others. I've also joined two book clubs to enlarge the scope of my reading. Otherwise, I'm stuck in the mystery-thrillers genre and need more literary works to stimulate my brain. Next month I'll give you a few book titles that I've found enlightening.
Until then ....
I have added a new section, "Archives," where I will occasionally post some of my new and older work. Click on Portfolio and click again on that header. The latest piece is The Irish Bury Their Dead, which just won Honorable Mention from Glimmer Train literary magazine. The background image (Hope it's clear--I'm working on it!) is a cemetery with Celtic crosses near the River Shannon. It's at the ruins of Clanmacnoise, which I visited in Ireland in 2012. Let me know what you think!
After a looong siege of snow (in April!), we are all looking forward to warm weather and flowers, if that's possible. I looked out my window one snowy day, when visibility was zero, and I thought of something my late husband would have said (in his best Dudley Do-Right voice) : Spring came early to Canada.
I am doing a lot of editing and submitting for my own and others' work. Such productivity! I am also reading (and re-reading) some Lawrence Block and John Sandford as I wait for new books. My book club is reading The Miniaturist for our May meeting. I had read it before and recommended it to our group, so I am gratified we will be discussing it.
Good writers are invariably big readers, I have found. Here's to Spring and lots of good reading for all.
This photo is my grandma, Adelaide Pinirini Benda. I wrote about her kitchen and the house in Duluth in another piece in my Archives (accessible under Portfolio). She was a strong woman who journeyed here from Italy with two small children, meeting my grandfather, Carlo, in New York City. I can't imagine how she felt alone, with no English, but hopeful for a new life in America. I can only remember her bravery and write about her lovingly.
Well, spring has finally emerged, although we're heading to summer now, with warm days (some would say HOT), but it's the way I love it. "What is so rare as a day in June?" asked the poet (James Whitcomb Reilly). I'd like to bottle them up and save them for the winter that's sure to come. But not for a long time. This was a perfect time to read Wintering by James Geye. It's a trek through the Boundary Waters of Minnesota in the dead of winter. One of those stories best read when it's pleasant outside.
"Summer afternoon." Henry James's favorite phrase. And mine, too. Enjoy!
It's been a busy month for me: three of my children's birthdays are in July, and, when my husband was alive, we celebrated our anniversary in between. I spent the 4th with my oldest daughter, Lisa, who currently lives with her husband Jeff in Grand Rapids, Michigan. The photo you see is of me on the iconic Blue Bridge in GR, the site of many wedding pictures.
I've done a lot of reading this month, with mixed reviews. Wintering by Peter Geye, Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng, and my favorite, The Art Forger by B.A. Shapiro. The first two lack real characterizations; the main characters are not fully drawn and very stereotypical. And the editing lacks are prevalent -- too many switches in POV and timelines that confuse the reader.
August is fast approaching -- too soon, too soon. When they announce the Minnesota State Fair's dates, the summer is over for me. I'll try to savor each day until then. Until next month, Cheers!
Summer is flying so fast, I'm really late adding to my blog. Birthdays, anniversaries, book clubs, Uber runs (that's me) and heat waves that try one's patience. State Fair coming up and daughter Lisa will visit (yay!) and, if we're lucky, niece Julie B (double yay!). Labor Day at Michael's this year, Ryan a freshman in High School! He's grown a foot, I'm sure since June. I'm submitting a number of pieces to various magazines and picking up on the sequel to Suzy. I call this one Suzy the Super Sleuth. I think she's one of my better characterizations. I re-read The Art Forger for my book club, and enjoyed it more the second time around. Likewise, The Nightingale. Both terriric books. If you get a chance, pick up The Last Bus to Wisdom by the late Ivan Doig. A great read. Highly recommend that one. Until (gulp) September, then. Enjoy. Time is a fragile, fleeting commodity.
Summer fled, and I'm late adding to this blog. The image to the left is a butterfly who dropped by to say hello. Butterflies remind me of my father, who died many years ago in late August. On a happier note, had a wonderful visit from my daughter in Grand Rapids and my darling niece from Texas. Lisa and Julie are buds from 'way back, but of course, all the kiddos enjoy this cousin. The State Fair was big on their agenda, but not me. I don't do crowds. This month I've been editing the sequel to Suzy the Default Detective. The new book is called Suzy the Super Sleuth and I hope to have it ready for formatting by the first of October. As I was re-reading it, I found myself circling "so," which seems to be a favorite word of mine. It's good to use the "find" feature on Windows to identify these overused words and replace them with stronger ones. If you're a writer, I'll bet you have some faves, too. Check your manuscripts for them, along with "was" and qualifiers like "very." Replace them with stronger, more apt words. It's worth the effort for a tighter piece. I am writing this on September 11, 2018, seventeen years after the dastardly attack on the Twin Towers. It's a solemn day for remembrance. God bless America.
Well, here we are heading toward Halloween. Since I am obsessed with blues, my creative daughter Angie made these blue velvet pumpkins for me since orange just doesn't cut it. The photo doesn't really do them justice, but you get the idea. (Yes, that's a little golden peacock in the left corner -- I'm also obsessed with peacocks lately). I have even added blue to my gray hair, with good effect! The days seem to have wings on them, and I read recently it often happens as we age. The newest memories help ground us so we can focus on today and hold it fast. Lots going on in my life, including my darling Madeline Mae's move to NYC to be with her beau who is studying Public Health Management at Columbia (his second Master). My oldest daughter has a new job and will have the Twin Cities as part of her territory. Yay! The weather is turning colder and Kitty Kat and I like to curl up by the (gas) fireplace to read and watch Netflix. Just watched Room, and Fracture; entirely different subject matter but good nonetheless. Finished Underground Railroad for my book club. Also good, but difficult to read -- about the runaway slaves in the antebellum South. As an antidote, I read the new Charles Todd book, A Forgotten Place. Highly recommended. Next month we'll celebrate daughter Connie's birthday and Thanksgiving. And then...Christmas! Stay tuned.
That thumbnail features my charming middle daughter Connie, whose birthday we celebrate on November 28. We were out shopping and daughter Lisa snapped that at a local diner. I hope this birthday is calmer than her birth night - that was a rainy night that turned to ice. Snow may be in the forecast, though. It's Minnesota after all.
I've been reading up a storm this month: The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah, Once in a Blue Moon Lodge by Lorna Landvik, The Venetian Affair by Helen McInnes, and Anne Cleeves' Trial by Fire. Cleeves writes the Vera and the Shetland myteries on Netflix and Britbox, and I have to say those are better than her books. I can recommend highly only Hannah's book.
Christmas decorating will start soon at our house. I keep everything up until after New Year's when my children tell me, "Enough, Enough, Ma! We'll have three trees this year, which I'll post in December. Stop by for gluten-free treats and strong coffee (and maybe some wine) if you're in the neighborhood.
Until then, don't let the grey skies get you down.
To all of you, Happy Thanksgiving.
Well, finally! Christmas is almost upon us. My favorite time of the year. Love all the glitter and bling and fancy decorations and the ways the stores look. All of it! This year, all my kiddos and grandchildren will be here, too, although Madeline Mae will squeak in on Christmas morning. A delight to have her any time. My tree is full of peacocks and beautiful blue and green decorations. We're approaching another year full of surprises. I pray for good health and good fortune for all of my family, and yours, too. That's what important, the being together and loving one another.
A blessed Christmas to everyone, and a very happy New Year.
I'm late! I'm late! January and the New Year descended on me too fast. I'm breathless at how quickly it's moving along. If you lived where I do, you'd understand. The days are mainly grey and cloudy, and when the sun shines, you want to marvel at that gold orb in the sky.
January brings my youngest grandson's birthday, however, so that's always a cause for celebration. This year was his golden birthday -- he's 15 -- as the picture shows. What a wonderful kid he is, too! He and I often have good talks in the car as I Uber him to various events. (Look at me, pronominalizing that word "Uber." An apology to all English majors.) I am keeping busy with the aforesaid trips as well as my writing. Just submitted a piece to Creative Nonfiction and am keeping my fingers crossed. I won't know for weeks and weeks, but you know what hope does: it springs eternal.
Until next month (short!), keep well and keep your spirits high.
I'll end with a favorite quote from Camus:
"In the midst of winter I discovered in me an invincible summer."
Despite what Punxsatawney Phil says, we in Minnesota know there will be at least six more weeks of winter. Thankfully, we've gotten through the Polar Vortex and are past it. February is a good month as winter months go: Valentine's Day; only 28 days in the month; and most important of all, my eldest granddaughter's birthday. (That's Maggie in the small photo.) Lots of reasons to celebrate. As I look out my windows and drive here and there, I see that Minnesotans drive grey cars. You can't see the proper color for all the salt and slush that's splashed on them. Come spring, we'll all head to the car wash for the reveal!
Keep the faith and your boots handy, but know that within a few weeks we'll turn spring. It never matters to me if it's snowing in April. I know it will melt. In the words of a favorite poet: "If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?" Shelley got it right.
Take care--no slipping and falling at this late date.
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