Taking off my writer’s hat: Paris




I am taking off my writer’s hat.

Last week there was a horrific event in Paris that shook the world. As reports came in, people reacted in various ways. At first I felt numb. After, I felt angry at myself for not feeling empathy right away. Something my husband says I have a lot of. Maybe because we are so used to violence in the streets, in the world, in the news and newspapers that we get desensitized to what is going on. It wasn’t until the day after, on Saturday, that I wept for the victims, their friends and families and the country of France. The death toll had risen quite a bit since the night before and there were a chance it could continue to do so.

In 1981 a group of us from my high school, with chaperones like my mother, went to France . We were from Northern Maine where our heritage, our culture is so tightly ingrained in our French bloodline. We speak it, read it and pass it on down. Well most of us do. France and Canada are part of us, it is where we are from.

So those two countries have always been near and dear to us. Visiting the capital of Paris was overwhelming, exciting and an adventure I will never forget. Visiting the Louvre, Notre Dame and Monte St. Michel are memories still packed in my brain cells. The people were friendly, open and willing to help us if we needed it.

After 9/11 this was a picture that came out of France. They were staying with us, next to us, together. One of our best allies we have ever had. So to see what they have endured over the last 10 months was heart breaking. And even if all I can do is weep for them, if all I can do is offer my prayers to them, we are one in spirit.



Writers Conference



This past weekend we had a local writers conference in town for two days. It was the third year, at the library and totally free. This was the first year I have not been asked to volunteer so I was able to move around the rooms and talk, network and connect with those who I don’t always get to see. To pick the best part would be hard for I loved all of it. I mean I got to hang out with similar minded people like myself who knew what a character arch was, who knew what it felt like to revise a story to death, who understood the dread of editing one’s work and other cool things we get to do as writers. The headliner was Larry Brooks who I am a groupie of.

Approaching him I said, “Mr. Brooks, would you sign my book for me please. I have read it three times already and it is one of my to go books when I write.”

He smile really bright and said, “You have made my day.” He made mine as well with his lecture and easy-going nature when you talked to him.

It got better. Without even trying I have a new client now. One of my contacts introduced me to a new writer and said I needed to meet her. A few minutes later we made plans to meet and for me to sign her up for my Author Platform program that I created. Another contact from my woman’s networking group knows the owner of a local book store and wants to introduce me to her in hopes of getting my books in that establishment. If that works that means I will have books in two stores in my area. And this all happened while mingling with others at the conference.

Writing conferences are so much fun. So much going on to where you don’t want it to end. But it comes with networking which is huge and contacts made can lead to so many different opportunities. All in the day and life of writers mingling with other writers.