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In celebration of the launch of her debut novel, Restoring Harmony, I am honored to interview Joëlle Anthony today. Or, as she would spell it due to living in
I have a little music, bluegrass and my husband’s music, but for the most part I use it for audio books. Right now, The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein is on there. I’ve read the book, but wanted to listen to it too. Also, Eat, Pray, Love is always on there. I think I’ve listened to it three times.
Usually magazines. The Nature Conservancy one, Westworld (a BC mag), and the SCBWI bulletin.
I can’t think of one for high school, but when I was in college, I was on my way to The Rocky Horror Picture show and I was dressed like
I am a die-hard lover of baseball and a lifetime fan of the Cubs. I can hardly wait for baseball to start each year. My husband and I listen to the games on the internet radio and they’re so much fun.
I think I’d like to break it up into four three-month stints. I’d want to live in
I am so in love with C.J. Omololu’s debut novel, Dirty Little Secrets. I think it’s going to win awards. If it doesn’t, it should!
I always say, “read,” but today I’m going to say write. I’ve been teaching writing to the Grade 6&7 class at the school and they have reminded me of the most important thing…you just have to write. They’re not interested in talking about writing, and they’ll ask questions if they’re stuck, so there’s no need for lengthy instructions on the assignment. What they want to do most is write. And they end up with wonderful stuff because they’re not afraid to try.
Thank you, Joëlle!—and congratulations on your wonderful book. For all you readers out there, feel free to leave a comment here on my blog or click over to Joëlle’s website for the chance to win prizes, share your thoughts, hear some lovely fiddle music, see her book trailer, and to find out more about a truly exciting book, Restoring Harmony.
I’m so happy for my friend today because a long-awaited dream has become a reality. Joëlle Anthony’s beautiful first novel, Restoring Harmony, is officially out! It is not only a page-turner with heaps of action and adventure... it is also romantic, deep, and inspiring. I predict awards. I predict a movie, too, because it feels cinematic how it rolls out page by page and fills your heart with such incredible imagery. Okay. I could rhapsodize for hours about her book, but instead why don’t you get up right this minute and get busy. You can trot on down to your bookstore and buy it now or order it to be delivered to your mailbox. Oh, and be sure to read every page. My name is in there, too. Oh, my! I am so touched to be mentioned on her acknowledgments page. Thank you, Joëlle!
You can read about Restoring Harmony on her website:
The year is 2041, and for Molly McClure, her life is pretty much the same as it’s always been. She was only six when the Collapse of ’31 happened, ending life as the world’s population knew it. When she is forced to leave the comfort of her home and small island in
What starts out as a quick trip to the
A word about our friendship… Joëlle and I met in 2006 at a Novel Revision workshop taught by Darcy Pattison and sponsored by SCBWI-Midsouth. Joelle had been writing for years and reading YA novels forever. To me, she seemed to already know all that can be known about the publishing business. I was not wrong in my first impressions, by the way. Due to our experiences at the workshop, we became critique partners for the next few years—what a treasure! I even visited her lovely island home last year and discovered that she is not only a wonderful writer but also a great cook and hostess. She taught me how to make no-knead bread. She introduced me to the deer that live in their yard, showed me around the island, took me to a poetry festival, and fixed snacks for us at midnight. She even let me sleep in their bed with their cats! She and her husband, Victor, slept in another room but I had a luxurious wide bed with a fluffy comforter for warmth. Now, how’s that for hospitality?
Tomorrow I interview her for this blog. She has weekly interviews on her blog and asks such great questions that I thought it would be fun for her to answer her own questions here…check it out tomorrow. Or actually, later on tonight…I plan to stay up late and post it after the stroke of midnight. Enjoy!
P.S. This fabulous photo was taken by her remarkable photographer/musician/songwriter/organic gardener husband, Victor Anthony. It's from her website where there are links to more great photos (and songs!) by Victor. There is so much creativity bubbling in their little house, as you can tell. Bravo! And again, congratulations on your debut novel!
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I haven’t known what to blog lately and so I’ve left it alone. In all that I write, I strive for sincerity and nothing has come to mind in the last few weeks that was worth recording on this vast, worldwide tablet—a tablet that never truly erases, even when you hit “delete”. You have to be mindful about what you say on the web. It’s entirely possible that the words you write on a blog or in an email will be available for all eternity (more or less).
There is much food for thought when it comes to “living online”—questions such as “Living? You call this living?”—which is an important question to ponder when you realize that nearly every 14-year-old currently owns at least one electronic device and probably spends half her waking life texting, emailing, or whatever. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but you get my point. What is life when you live half your life online rather than in direct, bodily contact with this lovely planet? When pondering life online, questions come to mind—questions having to do with wondrous human virtues such as honesty, sincerity, mindfulness, and serenity. When you depict yourself on Facebook or any of the other online social scenes, are you honest and sincere, and can you be serene (tranquil in your spirit) about all that you say and do? I ask these questions of myself, and sometimes I just leave it blank. Why post just for the sake of posting, right? There’s already too much chatter in the world.
Enjoy your slow, delicious life whenever humanly possible. There's nothing like the presence of a small child or a childlike old person to keep you planted in the present! Aren't these the most beautiful eyes? I adore them, whenever he comes to visit.
And now…I need to go practice my whirling.
I practice yoga—imperfectly and with a few glitches—but that’s okay because there is always something to learn. My yoga time often feels like playtime and my body is the educational toy. At first, I always used music or a video for my home practice (and would sometimes break into spontaneous dancing between poses). But one of my yoga teachers advised that a home practice is just you and your mat—no video, no music, no book, no family or pets to distract you—just you and your mat. And wow, what a difference. I began to practice alone at home and it became a time of rapt concentration on subtle inner messages. It truly is meditation in movement—like art.
As a child, I spent hours (and years!) lolling around in the grass, staring at flowers and bugs, clouds and trees, and feeling the breezes. I wondered about the invisible wind—and the invisible being who made all this wondrous magic. I also attracted dozens of chigger bites and sunburns, but that hardly mattered because I was blissfully happy!
There is a great article about Being Versus Doing in Yoga Journal online which reminded me of being a daydreaming child. It said that if you link your self-worth to your outer accomplishments then you might sabotage your joy. Asking a child, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” or asking an adult “What do you do?” is a normal question but it also sends the message that we are valued most of all for what we contribute rather than for simply being a human being.
Daydreaming, feeling the slowness of the moment, when time ceases to exist—this is a beautiful thing. Today, I watched a yellow butterfly enjoying a honeysuckle blossom. Yesterday, I rushed out of bed only moments before dawn and saw two shooting stars in the southern skies. I made a wish upon the stars. May you love every moment of your precious life. Namaste.