tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337742922024-03-07T00:54:14.675-05:00NovembranceLuisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.comBlogger340125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-69900532341695301112009-06-06T16:49:00.004-04:002009-06-06T19:47:07.233-04:00Moving HouseNovembrance has moved to <a href="http://kashkawan.squarespace.com/">Kashkawan</a>! Update your blogrolls, bookmarks, and feeds and follow me there--please?Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-18010267249020768072009-06-03T11:19:00.003-04:002009-06-03T11:28:23.026-04:00Technical DifficultiesI am frustrated to report that there seems to be a problem with the recipe titles in some copies of <span style="font-style: italic;">Comfortably Yum</span>. The proof copy that I initially received was fine, but when I ordered a big box full of copies for Leonora to sell at <a href="http://www.highlandbaskets.com/">The Country Goose</a>, one copy out of the twenty had illegible titles. Since then, I've gotten reports from five friends whose copies have similar problems.<br /><br />I am so sorry about this. If you have received an imperfect copy, please let me know so that I can complain (further and even more vociferously than I already have). If you ordered it through CreateSpace, <a href="https://www.createspace.com/Help/Order/Contact.jsp">here's a link that will let you order a replacement copy</a>. If you ordered it through Amazon, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/help/customer/display.html?ie=UTF8&nodeId=508510">click here to get a new copy sent to you</a>.Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-11180561885103556942009-05-21T06:19:00.007-04:002009-05-21T13:49:39.594-04:00Comfortably Yum<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPo1xnvfFucvSMABApErgDnfQ-68oar8EqThJSvjBfOKMEyiaKejLDQV0ARem-ZX6Noj9E88i4M2XVb74P7rCTh6BXW9UBPVnAB6udduKMLJKVUBK3YFo4LuJHZT67iIuwrJTTeA/s1600-h/CY+Tiny.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPo1xnvfFucvSMABApErgDnfQ-68oar8EqThJSvjBfOKMEyiaKejLDQV0ARem-ZX6Noj9E88i4M2XVb74P7rCTh6BXW9UBPVnAB6udduKMLJKVUBK3YFo4LuJHZT67iIuwrJTTeA/s400/CY+Tiny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338269845205881058" border="0" /></a><br />Drum roll, please! My cookbook <span style="font-style: italic;">Comfortably Yum: Food for Body and Spirit</span> is now available at an e-store near you! It will show up on Amazon sometime in the next week, but <a href="https://www.createspace.com/3380424">this link is working fine</a>.<br /><br />It's gratifying to hold a copy of it in my hands after so many months of work. Looking through it, I think it's a pretty great collection of recipes, and I'm very excited that all my favorites are now in one place. If you're new to my blog and wonder what kind of stuff you might find in the cookbook, click on any of the posts tagged <a href="http://novembrance.blogspot.com/search/label/Delicious%20Dish">Delicious Dish</a>.<br /><br />I owe big thanks to many people on Planet Blog for their generous support; all my readers are wonderful, but a few stand out. <a href="http://www.bitegeist.com/">Deb Barshafsky</a> and <a href="http://divergentpathways.blogspot.com/">Charrette</a> for coming up with the book's title. <a href="http://temporaryinsanitybykym.com/">Kymburlee</a>, <a href="http://www.twas-brillig.com/">Brillig</a>, <a href="http://blog.annettelyon.com/">Annette Lyon</a>, and <a href="http://annebradshaw.blogspot.com/">Anne Bradshaw</a> have been fabulous angels of generosity.<br /><br />Now I think I'll go make something from <span style="font-style: italic;">Comfortably Yum</span> to celebrate. Hmm...Sticky Toffee Pudding? Stuffed Mushrooms? Tuscan Chicken? Dulce de Leche Squares? So many choices....<br /><br />**UPDATE** CreateSpace (the company I used to publish my book) DOES ship orders internationally. Those of you in Canada, Europe, and the U.K. should not have any problem using the link above to purchase my book.Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-23600974461363233542009-05-21T06:00:00.001-04:002009-05-21T09:54:20.145-04:00Hey, Daniel Jude!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvzW7qtY2xO6k9e5QGmJnHktYANnC20xOPcML5G99ExgStRQLbg8JtqhQ4uWqbjI-_szvv9PwBc5BLrOWMHSc6bypST-0GlJXvPkEt5LVmgs2Gd4E2utyiY0EqGoXkiKs2FURtYg/s1600-h/IMG_1655.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvzW7qtY2xO6k9e5QGmJnHktYANnC20xOPcML5G99ExgStRQLbg8JtqhQ4uWqbjI-_szvv9PwBc5BLrOWMHSc6bypST-0GlJXvPkEt5LVmgs2Gd4E2utyiY0EqGoXkiKs2FURtYg/s400/IMG_1655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338275105768678914" border="0" /></a><br />Manhattanites often refer to children as "delicious." I never really understood this until I had kids of my own; now I totally get it. All of the adjectives I normally reserve for food--scrumptious, piquant, choice, and so on--perfectly describe the way I feel about interacting with my children.<br /><br />Daniel was particularly delicious this morning as he crept downstairs at the crack of dawn, a huge grin on his face. He's five today, and our years together have been savory indeed. Here's to many more happy returns of the day!Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-59105006346099436382009-05-13T08:23:00.003-04:002009-05-13T08:28:35.329-04:00Bon Anne-iversaire<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_L_jqhn1Meyy9H7bnl3kGkWX5Huj7xGKd6_lbXbmVYtOdhF1uia2GMq0jE9YIbmjjMgXQ5uRGrGSBf8stdg_kpEIyZllHdJUp4CfrtQVe3ALi64yylNALnKVrc40E3-QYKpHcQg/s1600-h/IMG_1656.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_L_jqhn1Meyy9H7bnl3kGkWX5Huj7xGKd6_lbXbmVYtOdhF1uia2GMq0jE9YIbmjjMgXQ5uRGrGSBf8stdg_kpEIyZllHdJUp4CfrtQVe3ALi64yylNALnKVrc40E3-QYKpHcQg/s400/IMG_1656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335284146554892738" border="0" /></a><br /><br />At this time on this day one year ago, I was undergoing a Caesarean section. It wasn't much fun, but the result was more than worth the trouble and pain. Happy Birthday, sweet Anne!Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-19752499871833258592009-05-11T21:48:00.008-04:002009-05-11T22:07:28.947-04:00An Unexpected TributeI am blessed. Unbeknownst to me, seven-year-old Tess entered a contest sponsored by the local Lions Club chapter. She wrote an essay nominating me for the annual "Mother of the Year" award. I'll type it exactly as it appears on her entry form:<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">My mom is important to our family and this community because...</span><br />She is kind. She helps our family stay healthy. There are six children in my family. My mom helps us learn and she cares for all of us. My mom is also an author and we like her books. She is helpful to our family. She makes us healthy food, she never leaves us alone. I know she is a good mother and always loves us. She is sweet, too. She is always good and helpful and sweet and kind. We love her and she loves us. When she has a hard time cleaning, we will help her. When mom wants us to get Anne to sleep, we did it kindly. When my mom is alone, we cheer her up by taking flowers to her.</blockquote>I got a call from the Lions Club last week informing me that Tess had nominated me, and that we were invited to a special dinner at <a href="http://www.plumbushinn.net/">The Plumbush Inn</a>. So tonight, Tess and I got dressed up and went, not really knowing what to expect.<br /><br />It turns out there were four divisions in the contest: Kindergarten through 3rd Grade; Fourth through Eighth; High School; and Over 18. The Lion's Club members read all the letters without knowing who had written them and selected a winner in each category.<br /><br />After we ate a lovely dinner with the Lions Club members and the other mothers and children, Tess read her entry aloud to the entire group. I received a beautiful bouquet of roses and a plaque naming me Mother of the Year, K-3 Division. The other three winning moms and I and our children had our photo taken for the local paper; here's one I asked someone to take of Tess and me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhJa6HjCL8BIWAmdsH9hb4vkKPuTwG1mc1-xk6roBCIAb8EPUI7GAj0wlRAix7GlDRihXOc-3t5XyufmBTV96k6-hYi-GaW4UPJycxaVzqrSXMxqJ1Vjg2SXZvjYqUG2SxaK_hw/s1600-h/IMG_1660.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhJa6HjCL8BIWAmdsH9hb4vkKPuTwG1mc1-xk6roBCIAb8EPUI7GAj0wlRAix7GlDRihXOc-3t5XyufmBTV96k6-hYi-GaW4UPJycxaVzqrSXMxqJ1Vjg2SXZvjYqUG2SxaK_hw/s400/IMG_1660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334751263605273634" border="0" /></a>Personally, I really think it should have been a "Daughter of the Year" award; my darling girl made me feel so special and loved. Thanks, sweetie!Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-81525914014591417252009-05-05T13:22:00.004-04:002009-05-05T13:35:26.045-04:00Stay on Target...Almost There...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5eYRNmFijtaZMEagsLKgY88mbzuLYwiA04AJ7WvvlEA_WZaPfRh-xyYAs01g9w4av1FSSbW-oVAvdByIogtIgflaVEJk8VzD-mSQID7wTzatI-tuIJ7dPlXP0NK5HxzCz1lDYQ/s1600-h/CY+Little.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5eYRNmFijtaZMEagsLKgY88mbzuLYwiA04AJ7WvvlEA_WZaPfRh-xyYAs01g9w4av1FSSbW-oVAvdByIogtIgflaVEJk8VzD-mSQID7wTzatI-tuIJ7dPlXP0NK5HxzCz1lDYQ/s400/CY+Little.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332393167906638082" border="0" /></a><br />How patient you have been! My cookbook <span style="font-style: italic;">Comfortably Yum</span> should be available on Amazon any day now. Check back here in a day or two, and I'll give you all the details. (Click on the image above for a larger view of the adorable cover designed by Gary Brown, my uber-talented brother-in-law.)Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-73813091220125372482009-04-28T08:33:00.015-04:002009-04-28T18:24:48.722-04:00It's not you; it's me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooNAHO6iU4nKNruZKJ3F1rdMUPFP5ECSj6ju8NPV0fTL-DWeuYd7PeZSvDGZYc_98ITnup5bLDEsmGYNJNtCPCVWhkOb-k6JrLtewzLvHRxf0JVt_821jvbEFcMouIEkg8zfKMw/s1600-h/2006-10-17-240lover.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooNAHO6iU4nKNruZKJ3F1rdMUPFP5ECSj6ju8NPV0fTL-DWeuYd7PeZSvDGZYc_98ITnup5bLDEsmGYNJNtCPCVWhkOb-k6JrLtewzLvHRxf0JVt_821jvbEFcMouIEkg8zfKMw/s400/2006-10-17-240lover.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329847689268402562" border="0" /></a><br />"Oh, no," some of you are thinking. "I've heard those words before. I know what they mean." And you're partly right.<br /><br />I've just gotten back from a ten-day trip Out West. I'm still re-adjusting to Eastern Daylight Time, not eating in restaurants at least once per day, and being a mom to more than one child. As I do so, I'm mulling over all I learned.<br /><br />David Farland's Professional Writers' Workshop was worth every penny and minute invested. Dave is a guru, coach, talespinner, and incisive yet kind critic. I acquired much information that will improve both the quality of my storytelling and the quantity of my output. I got to know a group of writers whose skill sets, needs, and goals are very similar to mine, and I look forward to extensive interaction with them in the future. I left Saint George burning to closet myself and write, write, write. But of course, things are more complicated than that.<br /><br />The garden needs to be planted (and weeded, oh yes, my precious). Baseball and lacrosse seasons are in full swing. We have concerts and recitals and birthdays, oh my! In other words, my real life is full and runneth over. How to fit in a bit more fiction writing time?<br /><br />It's time for another round of streamlining of my daily schedule. Clearly I can't cut back on kid time or Patrick time or scriptures or exercise. The calling and the yard won't tolerate much skimping, either.<br /><br />That leaves you, dear blogosphere. Both my reading and my posting have been erratic since Anne was born, so you've already gotten used to much less of my time and attention. I won't be gone forever, but don't expect a whole lot in the near future. This will be easier for you than it will be for me, I'm sure. I'm betting you won't even really notice.Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-77204676880055756332009-04-14T16:06:00.002-04:002009-04-14T16:07:34.876-04:00Guest AppearanceThere's an oldie-but-goodie of mine posted over at the fabulous <a href="http://heidiashworth.blogspot.com/">Dunhaven Place</a> today.Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-4850242438024684432009-04-11T08:11:00.003-04:002009-04-11T10:29:47.541-04:00Joyous Easter!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQT01cBv1mgM-toH4w6sOxhlfeuaJi92k55pXnQel36NoRt-Gaw9PFovtu0hJMCCXTpIWKJPyhIoFeBuWZAqtla8AZDelaySQtJIlOGIbFSkrWOF_xZYBcjF2ceWi4neUUVIZIow/s1600-h/Risen_LG.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQT01cBv1mgM-toH4w6sOxhlfeuaJi92k55pXnQel36NoRt-Gaw9PFovtu0hJMCCXTpIWKJPyhIoFeBuWZAqtla8AZDelaySQtJIlOGIbFSkrWOF_xZYBcjF2ceWi4neUUVIZIow/s400/Risen_LG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323440527559884434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">He Is Not Here</span>, by Walter Rane<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">THE DAWNING <br />by George Herbert<br /><br />Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns; <br />Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth; <br />Unfold thy forehead gathered into frowns: <br />Thy Savior comes, and with him mirth: <br />Awake, awake: <br />And with a thankful heart his comforts take. <br />But thou dost still lament, and pine and cry; <br />And feel his death, but not his victory.<br />Arise sad heart, if thou dost not withstand, <br />Christ’s resurrection thine may be: <br />Do not by hanging down break from the hand <br />Which as it riseth, raiseth thee: <br />Arise, arise: And with his burial-linen dry thine eyes: <br />Christ left his grave-clothes, that we might, when grief <br />Draws tears, or blood, not want an handkerchief.<br /></div>Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-31443750515987286242009-04-09T21:29:00.013-04:002009-04-09T22:52:39.736-04:00A Grand Day OutCity-wise, San Francisco was my first romance. Paris is magnificent and London is endlessly intriguing. Rome smote me with love at first sight, and I'm dying to go back. But New York? New York is <span style="font-style: italic;">home</span>.<br /><br />Patrick and I have been invited to Passover Dinner by our friends the Leibowitzes every year we've been married, and we've never missed it; last night was my 19th <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passover_Seder">seder</a> with them. (I<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>t was Patrick's 21st; he and David have been friends since college.) Passover is always a lovely event, marked by memorable conversation, beautiful and symbolic readings from the family's tattered <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haggadah">haggadahs</a>, and delicious food.<br /><br />When I realized that Passover fell during the kids' spring break this year, I decided to make a day of it. I haven't taken the whole group for an outing in the City since last August, so we were definitely due. My plan was that we would first go to the American Museum of Natural History, have lunch at Shake Shack, then spend the afternoon at the playgrounds and small zoos in Central Park. Last, we'd buy flowers and meet Patrick at the home of our host and hostess.<br /><br />The weather was brisk and partly cloudy; the kids were quickly glad I'd insisted on bringing their coats. They had forgotten how exposed you are when getting around in the City, but I had not.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4odBzrxIaQFiWa6jtVpKxlBFnPPD6EGvoAclkNv7NEkbe4E-w6j9fb1yNXTZZZINnMfkqj6pXS6i_Hu7L1E4pS8ss51KHexh_JTaACn0GqCyTQ8Ib1VwWiArRrgfSW3793y6dQ/s1600-h/IMG_1592.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4odBzrxIaQFiWa6jtVpKxlBFnPPD6EGvoAclkNv7NEkbe4E-w6j9fb1yNXTZZZINnMfkqj6pXS6i_Hu7L1E4pS8ss51KHexh_JTaACn0GqCyTQ8Ib1VwWiArRrgfSW3793y6dQ/s400/IMG_1592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322878166363962738" border="0" /></a>Our plan went off with only a couple of tiny hitches. When we pulled into parking at the museum, I realized that there were <span style="font-style: italic;">tons</span> of school groups there and that the place would be packed. I polled everyone for their top three spots other than the special Climate Change exhibit we knew we wanted to see (because you could easily spend an entire day investigating all of the halls and exhibits); we came up with "space," "the bug room," and "the whale room."<br /><br />The Climate Change exhibit is fantastic, but I'll take the big kids back and spend more time there when the museum is less crowded. Here are the kids ogling an ancient TRS-80 computer. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXrfrQmo5mRKFL9FCAKs4GykIyOhRobXCcIVZVRDKfm5Ypg6jTLryMZD4pZTRcGuWESIt-Kos6bRg02rAhg2kFevRNYDkh4s0csllV2qaS3P_ouxhItl2Lw9wrGJa5_Ifud47Rw/s1600-h/IMG_1576.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXrfrQmo5mRKFL9FCAKs4GykIyOhRobXCcIVZVRDKfm5Ypg6jTLryMZD4pZTRcGuWESIt-Kos6bRg02rAhg2kFevRNYDkh4s0csllV2qaS3P_ouxhItl2Lw9wrGJa5_Ifud47Rw/s400/IMG_1576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322886207719291746" border="0" /></a>I told them, "That's the computer we used in my first programming class when I was 14." I think they got a bit of a clue as to just how old I am. Since we know the museum's layout by heart, we got to our other favorite spots and had a satisfying visit.<br /><br />Shake Shack did not disappoint. Anne had her first (and second through tenth at least) french fry.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFbNwa4KmADxxIP8UhYcrFFnP6CqPANtBbIeHDb-Hm81lbxQV4FRMyn-4oW3F2WR71a4nO8a5h98xJ6njvQajmcjsLAudiHfSZmsoFAV0-7mkLRj6TegtAnjVSb_NNyNoub_jwA/s1600-h/IMG_1583.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFbNwa4KmADxxIP8UhYcrFFnP6CqPANtBbIeHDb-Hm81lbxQV4FRMyn-4oW3F2WR71a4nO8a5h98xJ6njvQajmcjsLAudiHfSZmsoFAV0-7mkLRj6TegtAnjVSb_NNyNoub_jwA/s400/IMG_1583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322874202162431634" border="0" /></a>After lunch, we drove to the East Side and parked the car in the Leibowitzes' building. We then made our way to Central Park. The contrast between my City-raised kids and my country kids was entertaining. Tess still can't get over her amazement at elevators and subways, and Daniel took it as a personal affront that the dogs were so public about their "business."<br /><br />Daniel has also decided he doesn't like "exercise" (walking), because it makes his legs "feel not good." 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Christian, James, and Hope waxed nostalgic, while Daniel and Tess discussed at great length the dramatic license taken by the makers of the film <span style="font-style: italic;">Madagascar</span>. It's always great to be at the zoo when they feed the sea lions; Daniel announced that we need to get one of our own. "It will live in your bathtub," he declared.<br /><br />We stopped at the Tisch Children's Zoo on the way back uptown:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gVvgjgCxYa57PH6gzETWIgiZq7YvoZcpda16sUPXx_QyzsrRxG5QoI_ZmoFkCuOG2Q2TCSdPxbRuEb8Jq2qJp0jHHlU6ntOAmK2KN-QuuGGXroA8GXmlCqut-4BfT5vkOS_PKQ/s1600-h/IMG_1605.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gVvgjgCxYa57PH6gzETWIgiZq7YvoZcpda16sUPXx_QyzsrRxG5QoI_ZmoFkCuOG2Q2TCSdPxbRuEb8Jq2qJp0jHHlU6ntOAmK2KN-QuuGGXroA8GXmlCqut-4BfT5vkOS_PKQ/s400/IMG_1605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322878395388665186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6C5CqXfG9UyEBurp-hA4GcnNTtEx4kDBGYDe8K3kzg0oJP8WR1KwOyxmQVhMqwNy4UdpU-hJ3JCtbw0YpEGWeiMtsJPcJXM4twsGW-ekUH2y5zhXaE3nBRI6Z-97a1rspBBbrRw/s1600-h/IMG_1601.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6C5CqXfG9UyEBurp-hA4GcnNTtEx4kDBGYDe8K3kzg0oJP8WR1KwOyxmQVhMqwNy4UdpU-hJ3JCtbw0YpEGWeiMtsJPcJXM4twsGW-ekUH2y5zhXaE3nBRI6Z-97a1rspBBbrRw/s400/IMG_1601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322878178845971874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRZX4OX0y158CupzRKPXD8MFxzkwCj4qKdUGfZsNthWLLh1ZE6eBCLGUgvfmcIyUXc-cnx3XaYSFVjzOfm7hqfxGJYXZ0-o4LrBV1IE9KnePQ0VMnP9cdD_ruW4CXhsjivf3xGw/s1600-h/IMG_1602.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRZX4OX0y158CupzRKPXD8MFxzkwCj4qKdUGfZsNthWLLh1ZE6eBCLGUgvfmcIyUXc-cnx3XaYSFVjzOfm7hqfxGJYXZ0-o4LrBV1IE9KnePQ0VMnP9cdD_ruW4CXhsjivf3xGw/s400/IMG_1602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322878187385917826" border="0" /></a><br />On the way back to our friends' building, Daniel was definitely flagging. Pep talks and Skittles weren't as effective anymore, and I wondered whether we should pack it in and hail a cab. But no; Christian scooped up his little brother and carried him cheerfully on his shoulders for the last mile. My kids are amazing.<br /><br />All in all, we walked just a few steps (284 to be exact, Jenna) shy of ten miles. The kids were pleasantly tired during the Seder, and we had a great time with our old friends. Oy, the chopped liver was to die for, and the brisket? Like <span style="font-style: italic;">buttah, </span>dahling. The event would have been perfect if Tess hadn't suddenly come down with the stomach bug her sister had had the day before, but she handled herself with grace and a minimum of drama.<br /><br />On the way home, I mentioned to Patrick that the day would have been perfect if he had been with us on our pre-dinner outings. He expressed the hope that our three-week trip to France in August will be a string of such days. I share that hope. Days like yesterday are the gems in the crown of life: precious, brilliant, and forever shining.Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-32396606787956183002009-04-05T21:21:00.003-04:002009-04-05T21:47:08.023-04:00V3ry C00lOkay, so I'm late to the party. Back in February, <a href="http://divergentpathways.blogspot.com/">Charrette</a> blogged about a cool project her husband was doing with his New Media class at <a href="http://www.byu.edu/webapp/home/index.jsp">BYU</a>. I was slammed with deadlines, but kept promising myself I'd check it out.<br /><br />I finally got to it, and it was <span style="font-weight: bold;">so worth it</span>. My big boys and I snuggled up with the laptop tonight and watched all eleven webisodes--that's all there are so far--of the new webcast series <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://jer3miah.com/">The Book of Jer3miah</a>. It sounds like a marathon, but it wasn't; each webisode is only about five minutes long. <br /><br />I'm always up for a good conspiracy theory, and <span style="font-style: italic;">Jer3miah</span> does not disappoint. It's alternately sad, suspenseful, creepy, and funny (hint: I love the elven-dressed, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Role-playing_game">RPG</a>-playing next-door neighbor and his secret-combination-obsessed roommate). After the first three episodes, it stops going "all <span style="font-style: italic;">Cloverfield</span>" (as Christian put it) with the handheld camera and settles down into some pretty cool cinematography. <br /><br />If you find yourself wanting more (and each webisode manages to leave its audience hanging over a cliff), there are two ancillary websites offering extra clues to the mysteries surrounding Jeremiah Whitney and his fate. <a href="http://thedavenportpapers.ning.com/">The Davenport Papers</a> looks like a social networking site, and <a href="http://www.zoobynews.com/Main/Main.html">zoobynews.com</a> is the reporting outlet set up by one of <span style="font-style: italic;">Jer3miah</span>'s characters.<br /><br />Go watch it! You can get caught up in inside of an hour--less time than it takes to watch an episode of <span style="font-style: italic;">Lost</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">24</span>. You can bet the boys and I will be tuning in every Friday from now on. <br /><br /><br /> <object width="450" height="253"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3025200&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00adef&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3025200&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00adef&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="253"></embed></object>Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-62984364131443142232009-04-03T17:04:00.006-04:002009-04-04T14:35:08.291-04:00The Hills Were Alive<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7oYcToz6DC_aRaQISSWEuB0ZgUURhxBkdt-IdArJegsaNPE0EPyJLIHz2cs6epZNieTqppDXK1Bkc_uv5zQvMP4Oi5XJXDn1_pPmHbDBzFY9KfCAAne2kihbI52RRaumI0-edaw/s1600-h/2667_1108581283064_1482794722_30316390_3243221_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBT86wekemIXB8uWE72r0MXYeEDkwGhtJ56AiNGVt0qbj4PvkBj5xzEXd3Uz178qYQB5zXL69jn7erLxYRAofhFhAVYXIHiLBwNfFtH0AohvyXlc7QwZKEr1l_ttXv_zYmrpM98w/s400/2667_1108577002957_1482794722_30316373_4264520_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320574269600293714" border="0" /></a><br />Q: Has there ever been a more handsome Friedrich in musical theater history?<br />A: NO!<br /><br />Our oldest son, Christian, was absolutely adorable (don't kill me, hon) in his high school's terrific production of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Sound of Music</span> last weekend. Stay tuned; I'm hoping to upload a video of him as "The Lonely Goatherd" as soon as technology will allow. Thanks for the photos, Mary!<br /><br />**UPDATED** Here it is (the sound problems resolve themselves after a few seconds):<br /><object width="576" height="432" ><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1108597843478" /><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1108597843478" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="576" height="432"></embed></object>Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-34959803662047312382009-03-26T17:33:00.004-04:002009-03-26T17:43:16.673-04:00A Story Finds a Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGe6ZJRrGYtNO3SLiLq_ngFvnHYb9bkHOFcA_bCGyPXVRpi6DExiVHNOv4ZLAcIF_Ub0Gxbh1RDaJlvkZpNc0BdkTarVyTOM_tO_vhzv6iTunPjYQ466UAdUB98Xgh3n1jFnYbOA/s1600-h/truck_stop_building_sign.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGe6ZJRrGYtNO3SLiLq_ngFvnHYb9bkHOFcA_bCGyPXVRpi6DExiVHNOv4ZLAcIF_Ub0Gxbh1RDaJlvkZpNc0BdkTarVyTOM_tO_vhzv6iTunPjYQ466UAdUB98Xgh3n1jFnYbOA/s400/truck_stop_building_sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317614518725982002" border="0" /></a><br />My short story "<a href="http://noctober.wordpress.com/march-2009/truck-stop-by-luisa-perkins/">Truck Stop</a>" appears in the latest issue of the new webzine <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://noctober.wordpress.com/">Noctober</a>. I must tell you: it's in excellent company. The other stories are really good; they tell of all sorts of creepy shenanigans involving coffee, ponds, paintings, carpets, and ivy. My favorites are "The Water Lily Room" and "The Garden Keeps His Confidences." Let me know what you think!Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-43594854993825963632009-03-25T21:17:00.004-04:002009-03-25T21:26:04.555-04:00The Answer is NoJames got a subscription to <a href="http://www.gourmet.com/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Gourmet</span></a> magazine for Christmas; every month, he pores over each glossy, fabulous issue and decides what to make. Last month, he chose Butterscotch Pudding; this month, he decided to try what was featured on the cover: Strawberry Mascarpone Tart.<br /><br />Fueled by tonight's success, he's decided to make a Lemon Curd Pavlova with Mixed Berries for Easter. Don't think I'm limiting him to one recipe trial per month; he's just getting going.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS59SnO4gm1X39lFYJYNpNHvOxuQrqk9LyEDyeaMQiUHt8oGdc-8aqNabrzfjLAwP3pxq_WnY3QP1kgrB8H2btdwtrR9kcyT6-Cc-rX3rUopRE6Vb1tiJn7fxGM-4249cySWdXWw/s1600-h/IMG_1572.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS59SnO4gm1X39lFYJYNpNHvOxuQrqk9LyEDyeaMQiUHt8oGdc-8aqNabrzfjLAwP3pxq_WnY3QP1kgrB8H2btdwtrR9kcyT6-Cc-rX3rUopRE6Vb1tiJn7fxGM-4249cySWdXWw/s400/IMG_1572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317301045432670066" border="0" /></a><br />Here he is with his masterpiece; we cut it and had a slice about 30 seconds after this photo was taken, and it was delicious. So no, the fruit hasn't fallen far from the tree. And this tree couldn't be prouder.Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-23903863516096986712009-03-20T12:48:00.021-04:002009-03-20T17:55:57.907-04:00Only Just Out of Reach<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw0YXKWxNVpDgcDEBIUZho2NhLTZVu_AzTB_rOuIgJQi1jBUS4o0tTAvTn4fmPZPJB308PgWy5i_2vseIveE0fPprY6cXgBqQJCiO00rrWN3hgzzTSeZ8wJca1TQn7pwgI41cJkw/s1600-h/045a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw0YXKWxNVpDgcDEBIUZho2NhLTZVu_AzTB_rOuIgJQi1jBUS4o0tTAvTn4fmPZPJB308PgWy5i_2vseIveE0fPprY6cXgBqQJCiO00rrWN3hgzzTSeZ8wJca1TQn7pwgI41cJkw/s400/045a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315343171635639858" border="0" /></a><br />I've mentioned before that one of the great perqs of Patrick's job is that we often get invited to the openings of Broadway shows. Last night was such an occasion: we saw the much-herald revival of <a href="http://www.broadwaywestsidestory.com/">West Side Story</a>.<br /><br />I had high hopes; Bernstein's brilliant score and Sondheim's genius lyrics are some of my favorite in all of the musical theater repertoire. I adore the tragic story (Arthur Laurents's retelling of Romeo and Juliet) and its gritty setting (mid-1950s Manhattan). Jerome Robbins's choreography is iconic, as are the rival gangs the Sharks and the Jets. I wanted to love everything about this production.<br /><br />The show had some truly great moments. Laurents, who directed, took some inspired liberties with his 52-year-old book. He had most of the Puerto Rican characters' dialogue translated into Spanish; "I Feel Pretty" and "A Boy Like That" were also sung in Spanish. This worked beautifully (with the help of some fabulous body language), giving the Sharks and their women both dignity and irony; the characters are more fully human now.<br /><br />Josefina Scaglione was so lovely and convincing as Maria that I found myself thinking, "Natalie who?" Karen Oliva was nothing short of smoking hot as Anita; she went from sardonic to sexy to tragic with incredible ease and grace. I wish I could sit and watch her <span style="font-style: italic;">fantastico</span> "América" over and over again. All of the Sharks were delicious to watch--whether they were mamboing or rumbling--<span style="font-style: italic;">ai, caramba</span>!<br /><br />Would that the Jets had fared as well. Matt Cavanaugh's Tony was my most bitter Broadway disappointment in many a moon. I could have forgiven how mousily unattractive he was (though you know it's bad when Chino, Maria's intended husband, is miles more handsome than her star-crossed lover is).<br /><br />I have no such mercy in me for his wobbly, nasal singing or his brick-like delivery. I had hoped that "Something's Coming" or "Maria" would make me weep; instead I cringed as Cavanaugh dog-paddled through each of Bernstein's treacherous intervals and modulations. Bernstein's music is horrendously difficult, but you never want performers to make it sound harder than it is. The last thing the audience should be thinking at the end of the show is "Maria, honey, you can do better," but there it is.<br /><br />Almost all of Tony's gang buddies were also lacking in charisma. Only three of "los Américanos" came through: as the tomboy Anybodys, Tro Shaw may have been channeling Susan Oakes (who played the character in the 1961 movie), but she chanelled well. Curtis Holbrook brought a 21st-century hyperactive viciousness to his portrayal of Action; he transformed "Gee, Officer Krupke" from slapstick to harrowing social commentary. Finally, as Kiddo, Nicholas Barasch sang "Somewhere" so angelically that the tears I'd been saving for Tony welled up unbidden.<br /><br />To sum up, large portions of the show were thrilling; unfortunately, that meant that the awkward and flat moments stood out in greater relief. This revival wasn't the triumph I had hoped for, but maybe I've just gotten too picky.<br /><br />Speaking of which, after nearly 15 years of opening nights in London and New York, we are now so jaded that being invited to the cast party after the show is no longer a thrill; we opted to drive straight home afterwards instead. But that didn't stop us from reaping one of our richest crops of celebrity sightings in a long while. Among those present in the theater last night were Christie Brinkley, Kathleen Turner, Vanessa Williams, Taye Diggs, Spike Lee, and Keith Carradine; celebrity couples Phil Donohue & Marlo Thomas and Diane Sawyer & Mike Nichols; and Sondheim and Laurents themselves.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm a lucky, lucky girl</span>, I mused as we drove in the dark up the Palisades Parkway on the way home. I fully realize what a luxury it is to attend such events on the arm of a handsome man who loves me. I'll try to get over my guilt at not being able to pronounce the evening an unqualified success.Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-21363779073900710272009-03-10T15:55:00.021-04:002009-03-10T19:18:11.000-04:00Confictionary<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_tqGipKG3usU5sAH2j6ch2J7IyYu5Oe_AlUqrwy6YkQrBt84hXzRlaQee55NGsYU3PvMkSpLQr_CyzrGI9HUYRYJPLE9nvgaZ0-PGW366t9hfRtgK0iw8PDcu_3krhtTQFxGLw/s1600-h/tower_product.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_tqGipKG3usU5sAH2j6ch2J7IyYu5Oe_AlUqrwy6YkQrBt84hXzRlaQee55NGsYU3PvMkSpLQr_CyzrGI9HUYRYJPLE9nvgaZ0-PGW366t9hfRtgK0iw8PDcu_3krhtTQFxGLw/s400/tower_product.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311699771369658386" border="0" /></a><br />In the spring of 2007, back when I was a fresh, young blogger, I dug into the latest issue of the delicious ezine <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEwinter08/index.php">Knitty</a>, as I do every quarter. Doing so, I found <a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEspring07/FEATknittingaddict.html">this lovely article</a>. Go read it; I'll wait.<br /><br />As I'm sure you noticed, Annette's bio for the piece reads as follows:<br /><blockquote>Annette Lyon’s three greatest addictions are knitting, writing, and chocolate. Her life has been run by all three for most of her life, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. <p class="bodytext"> In addition to her freelance writing and editing work, she <a href="http://www.annettelyon.com/" target="_blank">writes novels</a> and couldn’t resist working a character knitting socks into one of them.</p></blockquote><p class="bodytext"></p><span style="font-style: italic;">Ooh, she's a writer! </span>I thought, and immediately clicked on the link to her website. To my great delight, I then realized that not only was she a fanatical knitter, a novelist, <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> a chocoholic, she was also <a href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/">LDS</a>. We had everything important in common; I overcame my habitual shyness and wrote her a fannish email at once.<br /><br />Annette graciously replied, and a friendship was born. We met for lunch that summer when I was out in Utah; we had as good a time in person as we did via e-correspondence. Since then, she has provided constructive critiques on my writing, helpful advice regarding manuscript submission, and a listening ear during my ongoing search for an agent. So when she asked whether I'd like to be a stop on the blog tour for her new book, <a href="http://deseretbook.com/store/product/5021742"><span style="font-style: italic;">Tower of Strength</span></a>, I jumped at the chance. I'm so glad I did, since it meant I got my hands on a copy before most of the rest of the world.<br /><br />Annette is a gifted writer and a meticulous researcher; reading her endnotes is almost as satisfying as reading the story itself. Her characters feel like people you meet every day, natural and approachable. Annette makes her settings accessible; the reader can easily picture herself in the shoes of the main character. The main story is a classic tale of overcoming loss to find new love, and suspenseful subplots add spice and depth to the narrative.<br /><br />I never give spoilers, but I'll warn you: sit close to a tissue box once you get to the last chapter. For everyone who likes a little romance with their history (or vice versa), I highly recommend <span style="font-style: italic;">Tower of Strength</span> as well as the earlier volumes in Annette's "Temple" series.<br /><br />(Knitters, a hand-knit cabled pullover makes a cameo appearance in this book; maybe one day Annette will publish a book of patterns as a companion to her novels. Pretty please, Annette?)<br /><br />After reading the book, I had a few questions for the author. Here they are, along with her replies:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >1) In </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Tower of Strength</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >, your two main characters don't meet one another for</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > several chapters. This is unusual, at least in my experience of reading</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > romantic stories, and serves to build quite a bit of suspense for the</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > reader. Was this a conscious plot device, or did the story evolve</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > organically in this way?<br /><br /></span> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">The irony is that I've always seen myself as someone who writes historical books that happen to have a romantic thread in them, not that I write romances in the typical sense. Because of that, I've never tried to model my stories after the traditional romance formula.<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">That's probably the long way of saying that the story unfolded that way organically. I personally had a great time getting to know the main characters before they met.<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">2) What, for you, is the biggest challenge in writing historical novels?<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">It really depends on the book. Since my historicals are all based on specific landmarks, I rarely go into the research with a story idea already in hand; I have to get to know the place first. At times it's unnerving to wait for the plot and characters to show up. Other times it's a challenge to make sure the history doesn't overshadow the story. </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />For this book, the biggest challenge was doing horse research and getting the horse scenes right. Those were rewritten over and over again. I think I might have shaved a few years off my life from banging my head against the keyboard so many times over them!<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">3) Your characters and settings are vivid, easily brought to life in the reader's mind. Would you like to see your Temple series produced as films someday?<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">First off, thanks! The places and people are clear in MY head, but as a writer, you never know if you've put enough on the page for the reader to see what you do.<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">It would be really neat to have a book made into a movie, but I doubt it will ever happen. Few book ever reach that point. I imagine the cost alone for a historical movie (sets, costumes, etc.) would be prohibitive.<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">On the other hand, there's always the worry of what the movie makers would do with the story--whether they'd be true to it, how they'd change it (because of course, stories have to change at bit in adaptation), and so on, and the original writer doesn't usually have much say.<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">But that's probably not an issue I'll have to face. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">(Although now I'm going to have to mentally cast Tabitha and Samuel . . .)<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">4) There are now well over 100<a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/"> LDS Temples</a>. How far do you see your series going?<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">My original thought was to just write the ones I could do as historicals--Mesa, Alberta, Hawaii, and so forth. About as modern as I wanted to get is London (1958).<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">That said, this will be the last temple book for awhile. Whether I do another will depend entirely on my publisher.<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">5) You've let your fans know that you have a variety of projects in various stages of production: another contemporary novel, a YA fantasy, and a chocolate cookbook, to name a few. How will you handle the cross-genre transitions?<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">I'll take a big gulp and do my best not to totally confuse my readership. :)<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">I</span><span style="font-size:100%;">'m not too concerned about my upcoming contemporary women's novel being a huge genre shift. My readership is largely women, so making that genre leap (historical romance to women's fiction) isn't as big a jump as other genres could be, and the topic (deployment) is so timely that I hope readers will pick it up regardless.<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">The cookbook should be an interesting experience, but I have a suspicion that people will buy that more for the chocolate recipes than for who wrote it, so again, I don't think fiction fans will have a problem. The YA fantasy--well, that IS different. But I'm so far away from publication on that one that I'm not thinking that far yet.</span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">6) What's your best piece of advice for a writer hoping to break into the LDS fiction market?<br /><br /></span></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Much of it would apply to almost anyone hoping to break into any market: Write. Rewrite. Rewrite some more. Read a lot. (And read as a writer.) Get solid feedback (joining a critique group was the best thing I ever did for my writing). Attend conferences. Network.<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Also, make your own luck by meeting other writers and editors--whether that means virtually (such as through blogs) or in person at conferences. Find out what's been done, what hasn't been (and WHY on both counts). Figure out your market and its target audience. And then write what you love that will also fit into those requirements.<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">I'd never tell someone to sell out by putting aside what they love to write solely for the expectations of a market. But I'd also say that if you hope to sell your work, you will have to take the market you're shooting for into consideration.<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">I think there's usually a way to write what's in your heart AND make it fit the market.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thank you, Annette! It has been an honor!</span><br /></span></div>Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-78865786975224933312009-03-04T08:33:00.009-05:002009-03-04T11:43:31.388-05:00Good News<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWiqbRaT0GUGkHz5h4t9dhk5P4arkbaAdQGat6h4TAHg_i27kvZWez0AK2h87Qx9pCuGq2uQMNKWDGc4dDtqGXIdHmvmvK5pWJx9DovcgYD2MXVjI4Jb0z3bZh_tAMGGTx5gSUA/s1600-h/2228550404_f05469cf30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWiqbRaT0GUGkHz5h4t9dhk5P4arkbaAdQGat6h4TAHg_i27kvZWez0AK2h87Qx9pCuGq2uQMNKWDGc4dDtqGXIdHmvmvK5pWJx9DovcgYD2MXVjI4Jb0z3bZh_tAMGGTx5gSUA/s400/2228550404_f05469cf30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309369828456740978" border="0" /></a><br />There's nothing that chases away the late-winter blues like a fresh batch of good news. Here are a few items worthy of passing on:<br /><br /><a href="http://josikilpack.blogspot.com/">Josi Kilpack</a>'s newest book, <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://deseretbook.com/time-out/featured/14">Lemon Tart</a>, is the March selection for the <a href="http://deseretbook.com/time-out/bookclub">Time Out for Women Book Club</a>! As Josi mentions on her blog, TOFW chooses very few fiction titles, so this is indeed a huge deal. I got my own copy of <span style="font-style: italic;">Lemon Tart</span> about a week ago; I can't wait to dive in and experience some delicious escape.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/13th-Reality-book-Hunt-Infinity/dp/1606410342/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1236181980&sr=8-1"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Hunt for Dark Infinity</span></a>, Book Two in <a href="http://jamesdashner.blogspot.com/">James Dashner</a>'s <span style="font-style: italic;">The 13th Reality</span> series, is shipping now via Amazon and will be in Barnes & Noble and Borders stores next week! My kids are all insane for Book One and can't wait to get their hands on this latest installment. (I love James's writing as well, so they'll be fighting me for it.)<br /><br /><a href="http://blog.annettelyon.com/">Annette Lyon</a>'s latest Temple novel, <a href="http://deseretbook.com/store/product/5021742"><span style="font-style: italic;">Tower of Strength</span></a>, is now available! I was lucky enough to get my hands on an advance copy, and frankly, I can hardly wait to finish this post so that I can get back to it. Novembrance will be one of next week's stops on Annette's promotional blog tour, so check back here then to read my interview with her.<br /><br />Fantasy writer Rebecca Weybright (apparently not her real name, oh the mystery) is editing a new speculative fiction webzine called <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://noctober.wordpress.com/">Noctober</a>. How could I not love it, with a name like that? I've read all five stories in the premiere issue, and I think they are great fun. The illustrious Kymburlee of <a href="http://temporaryinsanitybykym.com/">Temporary? Insanity</a> posted an <a href="http://temporaryinsanitybykym.com/2009/03/talk-it-up-tuesday/">interesting interview</a> with Rebecca yesterday; you can bet that Noctober will be receiving a submission or two from me very soon.<br /><br />Anyone who sings solos in church should own copies of the <a href="http://beautifulsinging.com/sabbathsong/index.php">Sabbath Son</a><a href="http://beautifulsinging.com/sabbathsong/index.php">g</a> collections. (Anyone who doesn't, but loves good sacred music, should buy the CDs, recorded by baritone Clayne Robison.) They contain gorgeous pieces by two of my genius songwriting collaborators, Murray Boren and D. Fletcher, as well as many more selections by other prominent LDS composers; they are well worth your time. Sadly, none of my lyrics appear; we'll hope for Volume III.<br /><br />Finally, for anyone local, our very own Christian will be playing the role of Friedrich in Haldane High School's production of "The Sound of Music" at the end of this month. It will be worth the price of admission just to see Christian as the lederhosen-clad Lonely Goatherd in the musical-within-a-musical (don't worry; I'll post photos when the time comes), though the whole production promises to be highly entertaining. The show runs Friday, March 27th through Sunday, March 29th; I couldn't be prouder.<br /><br />Well, that's it for me; does anyone else have something worth sharing?Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-37085468904342265102009-02-26T08:38:00.004-05:002009-02-26T10:04:33.409-05:00Read and Release<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8rSsXYbY4rJ1Qohnb1f_O5QHvOexRsr_zQYBE-4Gmtm7vgmLQC5RLrkBJHhdoWteipCTnZcwMeUG2gJWPWtiBNtqrY0l5s0QJ-KQnRmUJWuaqAeewOJXpS7L3KNy0ugoDq3SXFw/s1600-h/Book_Flying.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8rSsXYbY4rJ1Qohnb1f_O5QHvOexRsr_zQYBE-4Gmtm7vgmLQC5RLrkBJHhdoWteipCTnZcwMeUG2gJWPWtiBNtqrY0l5s0QJ-KQnRmUJWuaqAeewOJXpS7L3KNy0ugoDq3SXFw/s400/Book_Flying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307121270380099522" border="0" /></a><br />Yesterday I was contemplating the bookshelves in our den, realizing it was time for a purge. Many, many books are keepers. Some I want to read again; I hope other people in our house will someday want to read them as well. Some have sentimental value, reminding me of a certain time in my life. Some are signed by author or illustrator; others are inscribed by friends or family members. In my opinion, there is no better room decoration than a shelf full of books.<br /><br />But other books I can let go. Several years ago I sold a bunch on eBay, but that was more trouble than it was worth. I have donated many bags full to our local library; I like to imagine these rejects eventually finding a more appreciative permanent home. But right after my contemplative moment yesterday, I happened across something new.<br /><br />Apparently, the latest cool thing in the online world of books is <a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/">BookCrossing</a>. Here's how it works. First, you read a book and register it online, receiving a unique number to put in the book and writing a journal entry about it. Then you 'release' the book: leave it at a café or on an airplane or park bench; give it or mail it to a friend; or drop it off at an official BookCrossing zone.<br /><br />Eventually, someone will pick up the released book and read it. When that happens, the BookCrossing folks hope that this person will visit their website and record where it was found, what he or she thought of it--using the BookCrossing ID number--and release the book again. BookCrossing hopes to "make the world a library and recycle at the same time." I envision books circling the globe and picking up an interesting history all their own as they travel. It seems like pretty good karma to me.<br /><br />Today I'm making a pile of books to register; later, I'll drive around and release them as fancy strikes me: at the bakery, the hair salon, or the laundromat; or maybe on the doorsteps of a few friends. Why don't you brush the dust off your non-permanent collection and join me?Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-79662234123837710832009-02-20T08:38:00.003-05:002009-02-20T08:41:23.841-05:00It's Like He's Reading My Mind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41EovkSML7wxRd-d5WJwDindGgHTUiSxc-XuGHae0N4r2NUtUpAuVOMAFjrW30rn-W-5WIe6DkndsUYvhgTgMRwVGJuS0t9t_mJ3jcFh-6YFvXyYzLDvBBZNrJbfgHvAJEZbPYg/s1600-h/2009-02-20-491yarn.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41EovkSML7wxRd-d5WJwDindGgHTUiSxc-XuGHae0N4r2NUtUpAuVOMAFjrW30rn-W-5WIe6DkndsUYvhgTgMRwVGJuS0t9t_mJ3jcFh-6YFvXyYzLDvBBZNrJbfgHvAJEZbPYg/s400/2009-02-20-491yarn.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304873685013250082" border="0" /></a><br />I've been reading <a href="http://wondermark.com/">Wondermark </a>for quite some time, and artist David Malki never. Ever. Disappoints. Click <a href="http://wondermark.com/491/">here</a> to see the above comic in its proper context.Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-6654968907907553112009-02-11T09:08:00.018-05:002009-02-11T12:51:24.202-05:00There's a Book for That<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPU2_bxRSdOPLaEtsXwB5-5xy4GtV71jly2Bg57o9W4AcXRRl59vKNZtlee7p25JbeU2cEywjDPuPlWzPwu6Ule0WF0zZYloJi7DnEdsL-7p_ZyCiUTuQn8YeA5Ft3WvPXYaomQ/s1600-h/brain-full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPU2_bxRSdOPLaEtsXwB5-5xy4GtV71jly2Bg57o9W4AcXRRl59vKNZtlee7p25JbeU2cEywjDPuPlWzPwu6Ule0WF0zZYloJi7DnEdsL-7p_ZyCiUTuQn8YeA5Ft3WvPXYaomQ/s400/brain-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301548180887571394" border="0" /></a><br />I've written <a href="http://novembrance.blogspot.com/2007/03/master-plan.html">here</a> and <a href="http://novembrance.blogspot.com/2007/11/almost-wordless-wednesday-four-great.html">here</a> about my amazingly successful autodidact of a grandmother. She is the reason that, when I want to learn something new, I don't sign up for a class or ask someone for advice and hands-on help. Instead, I head for the library (or, increasingly these days, look online). I'm not saying that this is the best way to acquire a new skill; it's just my instinct.<br /><br />It bothers me, not knowing things. It drives me crazy that I haven't been able to identify my favorite stand of trees in the median of the Palisades Parkway near Exit 5. Are the trees less beautiful--or, for that matter, less <span style="font-style: italic;">themselves</span>--because I don't know their human-assigned designation?<br /><br />And don't even get me started on the stars visible in the Northern Hemisphere, and how few constellations I can actually recognize. Somehow, if I could name them, they'd be more <span style="font-style: italic;">mine</span>; I have a stronger connection with both things and people when I know more about them. I'm not saying that this is rational; it's just how I feel.<br /><br />When Anne was struggling with sleep issues in January, I would rock her during the wee hours, all the while vowing to myself, "I've got to re-read Ferber." Morning came, and I never had the time; Anne eventually got back in her good sleeping pattern without my reviewing a book I once found crucial to maintaining sanity.<br /><br />However, that midnight rumination caused me to realize that when I am faced with a crisis, I believe that the solution is more information, or better information, or a review of information that is no longer fresh in my mind. I'm not saying that this is true; it's just what I believe.<br /><br />I often reinforce this with my children. Whether they are wondering how to spell 'Mississippi,' how to find the area of a circle, who Thomas Aquinas was, or how covalence works, I encourage them to look things up for themselves. I'm not saying I never give them the answer straight out; it's just that I believe this habit helps them become more self-reliant.<br /><br />Hope turns ten in two weeks; I have come to terms with the fact that it's time for the "Our Changing Bodies" talk.* The way we discussed things with the boys doesn't feel quite right for Hope, for some reason, and I've been casting about for a new approach. Sure enough, Amazon seemed to have what I needed, and I'm once more armed with knowledge.<br /><br />I remember vividly a book called <span style="font-style: italic;">Where Did I Come From?</span> My dad gave it to me when I was Hope's age and left me to read it alone while babysitting. I was thrilled, thinking it would answer all my many questions about the <a href="http://eom.byu.edu/index.php/Pre-Existence_%28Pre-Earthly_Existence%29">pre-existence</a>.<br /><br />How very shocked I was to find out otherwise. I had many bird-and-bee-related questions, but was too shy to ask them; instead, I did further research the next time I went to the library. Sadly, the messy-sounding facts I'd read in that first book seemed to be corroborated, and weren't some horrible, sick joke.<br /><br />Because that shock still resounds within me, I'm consciously going against my impulse simply to hand Hope a book and send her off to the window seat. I'm not saying that I'll do a better job explaining things than the experts I've recently consulted via printed page; it's just that in this case, I'm willing to brave blushes and eye rolls to make sure my girl gets good information presented appropriately and has all of her questions answered to her (and my) satisfaction.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">* Of course we have basic conversations with all of the kids when they're much younger; but now it's time for the type of crucial details pre-adolescents need to know.</span>Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-42434695939115488112009-02-04T10:27:00.001-05:002009-02-04T10:29:07.623-05:00Wordless Wednesday: The Sleeping Muse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlhtaK61nQEj3XUydcJ_YGvvDPKvrWjlbPfqef7jsj-cwCt8xgytQgXeqY59_V65Dm_5liAD84q3n3928oXFXfD-zpWeWC2_rK93VJmlZkDvd9BGZYYnbetKUKI1FUDujXDiZXA/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlhtaK61nQEj3XUydcJ_YGvvDPKvrWjlbPfqef7jsj-cwCt8xgytQgXeqY59_V65Dm_5liAD84q3n3928oXFXfD-zpWeWC2_rK93VJmlZkDvd9BGZYYnbetKUKI1FUDujXDiZXA/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298964587655871026" border="0" /></a>Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-21180227557085835752009-01-26T08:51:00.014-05:002009-02-11T12:54:59.919-05:00The Parable of the KevlarWe didn't have much money when we first got married. Patrick was teaching school at first, then began law school at <a href="http://www.law.columbia.edu/">Columbia</a> the next fall. Our financial situation was of great concern to Patrick's grandfather, who I'm sure imagined us scraping out a miserable existence in some little hovel on the edge of Harlem. Grandpa would send us packages of vitamins on a regular basis; he was very worried about my health, as well as that of his future great-grandchildren.<br /><br />One day, a package from Grandpa arrived that was much larger than usual. We found inside not the usual bottles of pills, but a double bed-sized bedspread. Grandpa explained in the accompanying note that he was worried that we would not be warm enough at night in the winter to come. He'd seen this very warm and durable bedspread on sale and had thought of us at once.<br /><br />(Little did Grandpa know that nearly every night of our 11 winters in Manhattan, we slept with the bedroom window open at least a crack. Energy-conscious officials should put addressing the chronically overzealous radiator heating systems of New York City's apartment buildings near the top of their lists when looking for ways to cut consumption and costs.)<br /><br />Warm? Yes. Durable? Without a doubt. But also: the most hideous thing I had ever seen? Absolutely.<br /><br />The bedspread is a denim grayish blue, one of my least favorite colors in the spectrum. It's spattered with little black and white and gray splotches, sort of Jackson Pollock-style, just not as cool. It's machine quilted with that transparent, stronger-than-the-cords-of-death nylon thread. And it's got thick black piping running all the way round the perimeter.<br /><br />(Patrick would insert here that it's not that bad. He's not mistaken very often, but in this case? He's dead wrong.)<br /><br />But we didn't have a bedspread, or really any substantial blanket-type bed covering, so we used it. I was grateful to have it, and don't worry: I thanked Grandpa profusely for it and his thoughtfulness on more than one occasion.<br /><br />I thought we'd surely replace it after law school, one P was pulling in the big lawyer salary and we had our own bed out of storage once more (the married student housing in which we lived was furnished). But somehow in the years that followed, there were always other things we needed, and the bedspread hung around.<br /><br />Once I tried to throw it out, but I discovered that my analytical husband has a bit of a sentimental streak. "It was a gift," he protested. "It was from the heart." I couldn't argue; I have hung onto plenty of stuff over the years purely because it reminds me of the giver. Then Grandpa died, and getting rid of the bedspread altogether was no longer an option.<br /><br />For a long time, it lived in the linen closet and only emerged when we needed something to put on the futon when guests stayed over. Once we got the cat, though, it enjoyed both a second lease on life and a new name: The Kevlar.<br /><br />Goldberry, like most cats, enjoys attacking things that move under cover--like bare, vulnerable feet, for example. Having a brain the size of a small bran muffin, Goldberry can't differentiate between feet moved in play and feet moved innocently in sleep at three o'clock in the morning. I don't think she bears us or our appendages any malice, but her claws are razor sharp, and she is very, very strong. Her midnight ambushes did little to foster bonds between owners and pet, to say the least.<br /><br />I can't remember how we discovered that her claws couldn't penetrate Grandpa's gift, but once we did, the bedspread rarely left our bed. We could waggle our ankles and Goldberry could attack to her heart's content, with no one getting hurt in the process. I believe it was Patrick who, with the cat furiously biting and rabbit-footing the blanket surrounding his legs, cackled gleefully, "It's Kevlar, cat; knock yourself out."<br /><br />I've contemplated recovering the Kevlar, making some sort of duvet cover for it out of fabric I actually like and wouldn't mind seeing on the bed. Doing so is low on my project list, though; it seems like I always have ten things more urgent to accomplish. Though I still find it hideous, it evokes fond memories every day when I make the bed, and it remains much-needed protection from nightly feline aggression. After nearly nineteen years, I've made my peace with the Kevlar.<br /><br />We don't choose much about our lot in life; sometimes our circumstances seem unappealing indeed. But with time, we often find that those things we'd most like to change turn out to be the things that are most useful in difficult circumstances. Patience and faith can grant us a new perspective on even the ugliest of gifts, if we will only cultivate them.Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-50104770352067563412009-01-22T11:25:00.019-05:002009-01-22T17:47:22.281-05:00Resources for Writers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8A1xK-ElnStkHHLkfsbE8fhTCX1XV1yV4MaCgz6-pTlHc3RxHgruNCZHH8Q_WFZWZ7khn4RuOpd1mADejw48yz0AW165nJbFNAp7F6cAlLHnc0pu_Q8HY3vgi95LlkiuAlCfrUA/s1600-h/ChristineDePisanWriting.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 382px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8A1xK-ElnStkHHLkfsbE8fhTCX1XV1yV4MaCgz6-pTlHc3RxHgruNCZHH8Q_WFZWZ7khn4RuOpd1mADejw48yz0AW165nJbFNAp7F6cAlLHnc0pu_Q8HY3vgi95LlkiuAlCfrUA/s400/ChristineDePisanWriting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294225900947125506" border="0" /></a>Long ago, I posted about <a href="http://novembrance.blogspot.com/2008/04/fascista-friday-launch.html">resources I keep on my desk </a>for use when I write; today, for your reading pleasure, I'll focus on online helps for writers. Writing is a solitary pursuit, but a writer should never feel alone when searching for help. The Web has so many sites for writers that one could easily spend all day perusing them instead of actually writing. Don't fall into that trap. Instead, use the sites listed below to help make the most of your writing.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">All Writers:</span><br /><a href="http://www.shunn.net/format/introduction.html">William Shunn</a> is a fabulous show-and-tell site illustrating exactly how to get your manuscript into the format that most publishing markets prefer.<br /><br /><a href="http://queryshark.blogspot.com/">Query Shark</a> is another amazing show-and-tell site. It's the blog of prominent literary agent Janet Reid, who posts her edits of query letters submitted to her. My writer friend Melissa recently reminded me of this site, and I'm so glad she did. You can learn a ton by browsing through the archives and seeing what works (and what emphatically does not work) in a query letter. Ms. Reid doesn't call herself 'Shark' for nothing; she doesn't pull any punches. But she's always right, as far as I can see.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.scribophile.com/">Scribophile</a> touts itself as a free social networking site for writers, but I think it's more useful than that. Members can post works to be critiqued by peers and can critique the works of others in turn (there's a point system to it all). Writers can participate in forums for every interest from haiku to perfecting the art of speed pitching. Scribophile also hosts writing contests with some pretty sweet prizes. One runs the risk of spending a good bit of time <a href="http://fmwriters.com/community/glossary.html">vacuuming the cat</a> here, but a motivated writer could also find a lot of help.<br /><br /><a href="http://nathanbransford.blogspot.com/">Nathan Bransford, Literary Agent</a> is another blog, and that title always cracks me up (think "International Man of Mystery"). The San Francisco-based Nathan is young and looks like a surfer dude, but he's very much on the ball. He takes writing and publishing seriously, but is never self-important. Read his "Essentials" (links are halfway down on his sidebar), and you'll get a good and accurate education on the particulars of today's publishing world.<br /><br />"Dave Farland's Daily Kick in the Pants" is an email series written by the phenomenally successful Dave Farland/David Wolverton. Dave is as generous as he is gifted, and that's really saying something. His goal is to remind people to write on a daily basis. He addresses all sorts of topics, often prompted by questions members of his large following send him. If you'd like to subscribe, email <a href="mailto:davidfarland@xmission.com" target="_blank">davidfarland@xmission.com</a> and say "<span class="nfakPe">Kick</span> <span class="nfakPe">me</span>!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Short Fiction Writers and Poets:</span><br /><a href="http://www.duotrope.com/">Duotrope's Digest</a> is fantastic. It lists thousands of markets for all genres of short fiction and poetry and gives vital information on response times for each. It also has a terrific Submissions Tracker tool; I use it to keep track of where I've sent my stories. Duotrope is completely free, but if you find it useful, consider donating to the site to help keep it running.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Speculative Fiction Writers:</span><br /><a href="http://whatever.scalzi.com/">Whatever</a> is the blog of science fiction writer John Scalzi. Scalzi is smart, successful, and endlessly entertaining (and his book <span style="font-style: italic;">Zoe's Tale</span> made my 2008 Top Ten list). He hosts a regular series of interviews with other published writers called "The Big Idea"; these informative and inspiring posts outline how recently published writers came up with and developed their stories.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.critique.org/users/critters/blackholes/sightdata.html">Submitting to the Black Hole</a> is another website that lists response times, but it includes speculative fiction book publishers as well as short fiction markets. Believe me, when your story has been out in some editor's slush pile for weeks upon weeks, it can help calm anxiety to visit the Black Hole and realize that you are not alone. I always report my response times to both Duotrope and the Black Hole.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ralan.com/">Ralan's Webstravaganza</a> lists all kinds of markets for speculative fiction and humor writers: anthologies, books, and periodicals of every form and payscale. Ralan works very hard to keep his site updated and accurate, and often has the scoop on the newest changes to markets. He also gratefully accepts donations.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">LDS Writers:</span><br /><a href="http://www.ldstorymakers.com/">LDSStorymakers</a> is a website devoted to the growing LDS publishing market. It includes links, a calendar of events, and a market directory. LDSStorymakers hosts a writers' conference every spring; see the website for more details.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.aml-online.org/Default.aspx">The Association for Mormon Letters</a> boasts a market directory as well as information on regional writers' guilds and an extensive review archive. The AML also publishes the periodical <span style="font-style: italic;">Irreantum</span> twice yearly, which devotes space both to scholarly articles and to fiction and poetry.<br /><br />There you have it: the online resources I've found most useful. Do you know of any I haven't mentioned? If so, please let me know!Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33774292.post-82673608006608646062009-01-20T16:38:00.006-05:002009-01-20T16:56:22.872-05:00May's Gift<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUoZM-lhHQXBqkZSYnChJx9S5xfk1qiPJxbXL11_nCWsaX0ggPv4hsL60DyXk1W4VY2tI14OmqKCIWgM8y8gKkhvYzvGon3h8fuG4JsKCjm6Jd5dYsF7hDTGle7AejKMv0IKmeKw/s1600-h/IMG_1326.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUoZM-lhHQXBqkZSYnChJx9S5xfk1qiPJxbXL11_nCWsaX0ggPv4hsL60DyXk1W4VY2tI14OmqKCIWgM8y8gKkhvYzvGon3h8fuG4JsKCjm6Jd5dYsF7hDTGle7AejKMv0IKmeKw/s400/IMG_1326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293494490610929458" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://blog.annettelyon.com/">Annette</a> tagged me with a photo meme, asking what the sixth picture in my sixth folder was. Here it is: James and Tess holding newly-brought-home Baby Anne back in May.<br /><br />It's amazing to me how much James and Tess look alike in this photo, which is something I hadn't really considered before. I usually group James, Hope, and Anne in the 'looking like me' camp and Tess, Christian, and Daniel in the 'looking like Patrick' camp. It's fascinating how kids can look like both their parents when the parents don't resemble one another at all.<br /><br />Also, Anne is huge now, and a fuzzy blonde to boot; all that dark hair she came with is gone. Oy, those kids: they're so delicious. I'd better stop, before I start crooning "Sunrise, Sunset" and weeping into my tea.<br /><br />Thanks for the tag, Annette! I tag in turn <a href="http://cranberrycorner.blogspot.com/">Jenna</a>, <a href="http://temporaryinsanitybykym.com/">Kim</a>, and <a href="http://divergentpathways.blogspot.com/">Charrette</a>.Luisa Perkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15310698422276446909noreply@blogger.com12