Good morning, Everyone. I’m back in New York. Burr, it’s a lot colder than South Carolina. Grab your coffee. Let’s catch up.
If we were having coffee together, I would report I had cleared out the rented condo, pack the car, strapped my bicycle to the rack, tied Matt’s recumbent bike on the car roof, kissed my daughter, son-in-law, and grandkids goodbye, then closed the door on a satisfying winter on Hilton Head Island. I am already missing my grandkids.
Matt and I scheduled a two-day road trip to home on Long Island. I was sure to stay in the middle lane on the Southern State Parkway since some of the underpass bridges had less than an eight-foot clearance. Whew! The recumbent bike survived.
Hershey, the cat who had a house sitter for company, was glad to see us. He nipped me twice and groused for an extra kibble serving as a welcome home greeting. I am glad to be home, surrounded in my familiar space and place. I have spent the week unpacking, reorganizing, and mentally listing all the cleanup and necessary spring prep. Yes, it’s spring! Hurray!
If we were having coffee together, I would announce that I got Shot 1 done. It pleasantly surprised me how well organized and efficient the site was in processing and administering the shots. My arm is sore, but I’ll take it. Shot 2 is in three weeks. I am feeling we are soon going to see a new normal in which we can all work, play, and enjoy our lives.
If we were having coffee together, I would let you know I had taken part in the Women In Publishing Summit, which covered an amazing amount of craft, business, and everything else a writer should know. From the chats, I met a small group of fellow kidlit authors at various stages in their writing life. We decided to meet via Zoom for writing sprints. I’m not sure what this is, but it sounds like something I need to do. Stay tuned.
From the summit, I learned I need a social media schedule and a weekly interaction goal to build that coveted audience and email list. I also need to finish the draft in editing Book 2, The Hearts of Singers and Sluggers. Write on!
If we were having coffee together, I would remind you that this upcoming week marks the 110th anniversary of the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire—a heartbreaking tragedy in American history that propelled laws and enforcement of safe workplaces, workers’ rights, and mitigating child labor. The Triangle Shirtwaist Fire served as a backdrop to my story Daily Bread Becoming America’s Stories Book 1. Storytelling typical life through historic events brings saliency to the bigger picture and steers the timeline into the future. Listening to our elders’ childhood and coming-of-age stories provides foundations and understanding as to the significance lasting impact of these events.
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Have a good week. Make it Funtastic.
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Take a picture of you with Daily Bread and/or Becoming America’s Food Stories, and I’ll send you Reader’s Swag and add you to the Becoming America’s Stories Readers slideshow, coming soon! Kid pics are welcomed with parent or guardian permission. Don’t forget to leave a rating and quick comment on Amazon and/or Goodreads.
Daily Bread is set in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, 1911. The story follows nine-year-old Lily, an American-born child of Sicilian immigrants, who wants to prove she is not a little kid. To be a big kid in the crowded tenement neighborhoods, she must tackle bigotry, bullies, disasters, dotty bakers, and learn to cross the street by herself.
Hope you are hungry. Becoming America’s Food Stories recalls the tales that have been told around my family’s dinner table. The histories explain the motivations over bowls of macaroni, antics play out while slurping soup, and laughter echoes throughout the dining room. Pull up a seat. There’s always room.
“If you don’t cook with love, you have to get out of the kitchen.” Florence Messina