Today, I am taking the next step in a journey that started when I was a young child. It was always a dream of mine to become a published author. In June 2012, that dream came true. As I was awaiting the day my book would be released, I was excited but I also was a bit perplexed. I wanted to do something more with my writing than just say, I am a published author. Then through a serious of unrelated events, an idea came to light. It was to use my work to do more than just entertain. Use it to make a difference. Continue reading
When I heard the news, I was driving to the main library in St. Petersburg, Florida where I had been spending the past several weeks working on the first draft of a novel. I found it easier to write tucked away in the library’s quiet solitude. My home office was no longer a place I could retreat to for uninterrupted writing time because it now hummed with the sound of my toddler daughter scampering about the house with three pug dogs in tow. The dogs were always on her trail lest she drop a Cherrio or make the mistake of resting a cookie or other edible delight within striking distance. Their “bad dog” habit of placing their front paws on the coffee table and other furnishings allowed them to snatch food left on the perimeter. The two-legged interloper who joined the pack twenty months earlier was a walking Pez dispenser of treats. No, this was not a writer’s retreat, so this writer occasionally retreated to the public library.
As I drove, I turned on the radio and only about mile from house on the three-mile drive I heard the news. A plane had struck one of the World Trade Center towers. The news report was vague at this point. I imagined it was something like the B-52 Bomber that crashed into the Empire State building in 1945. Back then, it was a foggy day and the plane was flying too low. Fourteen people died that day. Despite this tragedy, over half a century later, the Empire State building continued to grace the New York City skyline.
What else could explain a plane hitting one of the towers at the World Trade Center? I pondered. It had to be a small aircraft piloted by someone who suddenly had a medical issue causing them to lose control of the plane, I thought. Or fog, yes fog and an inexperienced pilot. What else could explain a pilot flying into one of these mammoth structures? I tried to explain the unexplainable to myself. I continued driving to the library curious about the vague report on the radio. I’d catch it on the news later. I never imagined the horror unfolding. Who could?
Another report came through radio. A second plane hit the other World Trade Center. Something was terribly wrong. How could this be? Was there some malfunction in the air traffic control equipment at the city airports? I turned my car around and headed home. This didn’t make sense, these reports of planes hitting buildings in Manhattan. I’d been there many times. You couldn’t miss these behemoths crowning the lower tip of Manhattan. None of this made sense.
As I entered the house, my pack of pugs tore into the living room with their always rambunctious greeting, acting as if I’d been gone for 10 days instead of ten minutes. My daughter wasn’t be far behind. I picked up the remote and turned on the television. As the images of the World Trade Centers in flames filled the screen, I began sobbing. There were no words for what I was seeing, just emotion.
This past July, I took my now thirteen-year-old daughter to New York City for vacation. We visited the 9/11 Memorial where twin reflecting pools rest in the footprints of the towers. Bronze panels outline the entire length of the memorial, inscribed with the names of those who died. The chaos of that day in September is gone, replaced by the reverence of thousands of visitors who pay their respects daily. I scanned the names carved into the bronze, the names of those who were here that day when I was driving to the main library in St. Petersburg, Florida, the day our lives, our country and our world were forever changed. Once again, there were no words for what I was seeing.
Where were you? Please, share your story with me.
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Okay, I admit I never heard of the book, the Hunger Games before the movie came out. I know, you’re thinking ‘how could you be a reader and women’s fiction writer and not know about a best seller? What can I say…stranger things have happened. After all, I missed a decade of great television shows and movies when my daughter was younger but can tell you all about what aired on the Disney Channel and Nickelodeon during that time period.
Dystopia just wasn’t a genre I paid attention to. After all, I read Continue reading
People are like works of art. Sometimes we look at them trying to figure them out similar to how we might study a Picasso or Dali painting to understand the underlying meaning. As children, we come into this world with a blank canvas. Our life experiences will make up ours. Sometimes the patterns and colors will be what we have applied by the choices we make, but when we are very young, our canvas is painted by others: our parents, guardians, teachers, siblings, etc. Our painting may be rich and beautiful, similar to a vibrant and tranquil landscape. But what does the canvas of a person who endured abandonment, pain, or rejection when they were a child look like? Would you be able to understand their painting or would their canvas not be so obvious? Continue reading
The first day of summer marks the one-year anniversary of the release of Atomic Summer and the accomplishment of my goal of being a published author. The last 365 days have been an adventure with some wonderful experiences, learning opportunities and a few frustrations. In honor of this momentous occasion, I thought a recap was in order. So here is my version of David Letterman’s Top-Ten experiences:
10. Tweeting – Before last summer, it was something a bird did! Now I have 1400 Twitter followers and have TWEETED 1300 times. Does this make me a ‘bird brain’? Continue reading
From the eReader Cafe interview: Good Sunday morning! Today I have the fortune of speaking with Elaine D. Walsh, Author of Atomic Summer. Let’s kick things off with The eReader Cafe’s must-know tidbit:
Coffee or Tea?
Definitely coffee, with a little sweetner and cream. My favorite is adding some eggnog creamer at the holidays. It’s my way of indulging in the taste of eggnog without all the calories. Continue reading more on eReader Cafe.
Welcome to TNBT blog hop!
What is a blog hop? Basically, it’s a way that readers can discover new authors, because with bookstores closing and publishers not promoting new authors as much, we need to find a way to introduce readers to authors they may not see in their local bookstore.
I’d like to thank fellow author Bette Lee Crosby for tagging me to participate.
Here, you’ll have the chance to find new authors along with information about Bette Lee Crosby and her novel Spare Change. See the links below to meet three other authors you might like to check out.
Website & Blog: http://betteleecrosby.com
Three more authors you will want to visit are:
As a participant in this Blog Hop, I’ve agreed to answer ten questions about my current work in progress, so here goes…
1: What is the working title of your book? Continue reading