On a particular day last year the Nashville Literati ( Literary Libations )were going to do our Dutch Lunch thing. This time we'd chosen the Loveless Cafe as our destination. Things happened. Court cases, Children and cats and cooties. In the end - it was only myself and an author I'd never met or heard of. Ariel Allison Lawhon Over biscuits and iced tea we discovered we had a few things in common like Taos, NM, and a wise-cracking kind of bona fide faith and a love for the power of story. She had brought an advanced reader's copy of her new novel for Lisa Patton Fortunately for me, our beautiful southern belle didn't make it. I snatched that book like nobody's business. Then took it with me to Orcas Island to a writing retreat. I shouldn't have because I spent a little too much time READING instead of WRITING. And I emailed this woman I didn't know to tell her I was kinda frustrated that her novel was this good. A page turner that I literarily could not put down. Three great female leads for an upcoming movie. (Hollywood are you listening?) It must, must, must be made into a movie.
I passed the novel to my mother and said, this is different. It's set during this time period. I think you are going to like it. She couldn't put it down. Kept saying it was going to catch on like wildfire and sell a million copies. She's been more interested in the success of this novel than any of mine. (Not really - but almost. She's a major cheerleader for it.) So, Mom gives it two green thumbs up.
In the meantime, before it hits the big screen, you can discover this novel for yourself. Buy it locally in Nashville or order anywhere. It's in beautiful, collectible, hardback. Dish out the dollars and enjoy this feast of a story.
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Well, there it is in black and white and some blue.
I was googling dreary just because this day has kinda sunk my ship. BUT WAIT . . .
It started with the fact that my recent trip to Florida got off to a slippery start when I tripped, slipped, and feet flew sideways out from under me at the Books Alive event. The EVENT was grand! The company of writers and readers superb. But I have a special way of sometimes making an entrance and although I was in a back hallway with only my cousin to testify - I have a serious witness that it was a serious crash landing. Ankle twisted and sprung but not broken. Black and blue but not bloody. Still. I'm a little waylaid on this grey, rainy day and doing anything that needs doing has just become a lot more difficult if not pretty stupid and impossible. If I could order some sunshine our way I would do it in a heartbeat.
It's so grey and I'm so a little blue over all of it that I began to look up the word dreary. Then I saw that it was soul-destroying and thought - wait! I thought it was bad but not THAT BAD. I figure I should be watching a few hours of something really stupid but I'm so behind on everything that doesn't seem quiet right. Then again, neither do I.
This is a good time to look at my bookshelf collection of little gifts from friends and see "Eeyore, Be Happy" a POOH book from friend Denise Mitchell who also gave me a smiling stuffed Eeyore. I keep them side by side. God bless Pooh, he tries but that donkey is going to be only so stimulated.
Truth - I'm always writing about living in the precious moment but if I could get on a plane today for a place South to the SEAS where the Sun was SHINNING I'd be GONE. I figure 3 good days of warm beach weather would do my brain good. No, great. But I can't. So I'm googling grow lights for humans and writing this Bona Fide blog of truth.
Books Alive was a dandy time. An early, standing room only presentation (thank you readers for getting up so early in the day!) and a chance to see some familiar faces of people I love.
This glorious, gray, overcast, cold, rainy day will pass. I'll light a fire. Maybe make some soup. Go kiss my Mother. And I hope wherever you are, that you find the magic combination that makes you smile again. A favorite, old funny movie. A great book. Journaling. Or grow lights.
We'll just keep saying our prayers and clicking our heels and saying, There's no place like Spring. There's no place like Spring, there's no place like. . . .
Like that little kid said in Angels in the Outfield . . . "It could happen."