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Special Guest – Eloisa James

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

The fabulous Eloisa James is with us today from Paris, and we are thrilled to have her here during the holidays. She’s talking about being a wife, mother, daughter-in-law, and writer, and how precious these fleeting moments are, whether they’re what we planned for or not.

Please help us welcome . . . Eloisa James!

[UPDATE: The winners of Eloisa's prizes from Paris are Penny Watson,  Thea, and Carol Boutin.  Congratulations!  Eloisa's assistant will be contacting you.  Thanks to all for sharing as MamaWriters.]

eloisajames_photoIntellectuals have always flocked to Paris. Hemingway ripped out his novels here; Gertrude Stein wrote hundreds of page here; David Sedaris (to jump from the ridiculous to the sublime) had a ball embarrassing himself in Paris and then writing about it.

When my husband and I decided to spend a sabbatical year from our respective universities in Paris, I confidently sketched out four books I planned to write: an academic book about drama in 1607, a couple of romances, and a historical novel. (Cue the sound of hollow laughter.)

Not only have the four books not materialized, but I don’t even qualify for this blog: dump the Writer, cue the Mama. I’ve discovered an interesting fact about life: if you don’t write every day, no writing gets done. I always suspected this was the truth but having grown up in a family of writers without a television, I never really had a chance to test it out.

These days I specialize in creations with little shelf life and no paycheck. Yesterday my Italian mother-in-law took a few hours to teach me how to make stock from the remains of the Christmas goose. It was a fine lesson, but I will admit to a chill of dismay when the stock-turned-soup had disappeared ten minutes after reaching the table. Eleven-year-old Anna, fifteen-year-old Luca and I settled down in the afternoon to make Thank You cards. Hallmark has nothing to fear; no one but a parent could treasure these glittery, sticky creations. The only writing I do is on Facebook, where I’m creating something of an on-line diary of our Parisian adventures. As the day passes, my little a_duke_her-own_247entries fall off the page, relegated to “Older Posts.” It’s the writer’s equivalent of broth: shape it, create, it, watch it disappear.

The possibility of four books is quickly evaporating, but I’ve learned a valuable lesson. I’ve learned to grab the unexpected, to treasure quiet moments – those that have no obvious return, no printed word, no paycheck, no audience.

What about you? What’s a moment you experienced lately that reminded you that life outside of writing is precious — even as it seems to leave no trace?

Three participants will receive a glittery silly souvenir from Paris, because Eloisa may not be writing, but she certainly is shopping! Please do join her on Facebook for a glimpse of la vie Parisiennewww.facebook.com/EloisaJamesFans.

What’s On Your List For Santa?

Thursday, December 17th, 2009

Nothing can stop him . . .

Nothing can stop him . . .

At our home, we’ve been very aware of our List For Santa for over a month now.  Our son knows it is vitally important he get his list in the mail in time for Santa to prepare. I’ve explained that Santa is magi, so we’ll be okay no matter what, but I think he’d rest easier if we get that puppy in the mail.

The list is filled with sweet and wonderful, concrete items that feel so sane, and sweet, and fleeting.  They’re things that truly will bring genuine happiness for a little while.  No filing of neurotic holes with gifts or other sparkly distractions just yet; it’s all good right now, whether it’s a toy pirate wiedling a cutlass, a scooter to take down the street, or a “goldfish I can name Smith.”

Sure.  Whatever you need, sweetie.

But it got me thinking, neuroses aside, what would I ask for from Santa?  Some may be those oft more intangible things, and some are as concrete as, well, concrete.

So I started my list.  It’s tentative–I still have 9 days to revise.

1) An internally-generated desire to–and love for–cleaning the house.  My house.

2) The ability to conjure, on demand, meaningful, plot-forwarding scenes. i.e. The ability to summon my Muse like she’s a veil-wearing genie trapped in a lamp.

3) Julie Anne Long to write and release minimum 3 books a year that feel like Perils of Pleasure or Like No Other Lover, only different.

4) For me to start liking things that are good for me.  I mean this very specifically.  I don’t mean things like ‘Men who don’t diminish my self of self-worth’ or such.   I mean things like: Green beans; Running around the track in a sweatsuit; Lifting weights.  That sort of thing.

5) To sell more books (Oh, wait.  Santa already delivered that, via a 2 book contract with Abby Zidle at Pocket Books, just last week.  Thanks, Santa!)

6) A loving, funny husband who supports me in my dreams, even so far as letting me not earn a penny to pursue said dream.  (Oh, wait.  I am living that one too. )

7) A healthy, bright, funny excited child who’s still young enough to call me ‘Mommy” and “Mama” and “My love,” and snuggle on my lap, saying one of the above–or all of them–over and over again, while kissing me.  :-)   Oh, yes, I have been given that, too.

Hmm, maybe I should focus more on what I have, rather than what I don’t have.

England, 1152: After seventeen years of civil war, things are about to change...

England, 1152: After seventeen years of civil war, things are about to change...

Maybe I will give myself and my family a Christmas gift from the heart this year.  Maybe I will devote myself to focusing on being more appreciative of them and how they’ve enriched my life, rather than what could be different.  And certainly to stop telling myself that “different” automatically equals “better.”

Maybe I don’t need Santa after all . . .  Maybe, by now, I can give it to myself.

Oh, heck . . .  I admit, I could really use that whole ‘I love cleaning!’ bit.  Pretty please . . . ?

So, what about you?  What’s on your list to Santa? And what can you give to yourself this year, instead?

Oh, and by the way . . . if you (or your kids) need proof that Santa really is coming, check this out.  NORAD can prove it.

http://www.noradsanta.org/



Traditions, Family and The Holidays

Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

cousins

With Thanksgiving just past and the Christmas holidays looming ahead, there is always so much to do: shopping, decorating, tree getting, present wrapping, card sending ( if you do that sort of thing…in all my thirty-cough-cough years, I’ve never managed it) and the list goes on and on.  But beyond the to-do lists is something far more important, to me at least.

The memories.  The traditions.   Family.  The holidays are wonderful for me because it is the time of the year we absolutely set aside everything else to be together.  No matter the schedules, no matter what else is going on — those are the times we put family above all else.  (Okay, and perhaps turkey.)  They are the times that give us moments (and pictures) like the one above — my son with his cousins, having a grand day just being a child on Thanksgiving.

I think it’s easy as an adult to get caught up in the minutia of the holidays, the hustle and bustle of trying to get everything done, and sometimes forget that what makes the holidays what they are is the memories and traditions we are instilling for our children, just the way those memories and traditions are instilled in us.

The memories I hold dearest are snippets of moments – of my father making faces as he opened a present one year.  Of the years that our large, rowdy extended family got together and the kids congregated in a play room, all together.  Of the silly rendition of The Twelve Days of Christmas we would sing.   Of the year I was away from my family across the country and made ornaments, one each with their name on it, to put on my tiny little tree so I could feel closer to them.

It’s not the presents I remember.  Well, except for the year my parents made our basement into a playroom for my brother and me… and taped the key to the bottom of a refrigerator box filled with Styrofoam peanuts.   I remember unwrapping this huge, but strangely easy to lift box, then digging and digging to the bottom of the box and coming up empty.  My brother and I were laughing and frustrated all at the same time, until my father told us with a twinkle in his eye to look closer.  We found the key, we ran to the basement and it was a fantabulous world just for us.   I don’t remember what toys were there.  I just remember digging through peanuts…and knowing that my parents had built the room for us.  Of everything in that Christmas Day, that is what I took away from it.

This year, my son is almost 4 and he’s so aware of the world around him now.  I can’t wait to get a tree with him, set up the lights. Show him the world at Christmastime.  And I hope, through all of it, I’ll be building snapshots of memories for him, too — ones that tell him most of all, that he is loved.   Because to me, that’s what the holidays are all about.

Happy Holidays to you — I’d love to hear what your favorite holiday memories are.

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Writing for the Season

Friday, November 20th, 2009

Most stories we write tend to fall into a general time frame—sure, they may happen in summer or spring, but are general enough to be written and read anytime of the year.  Occasionally though, for some fun, we get to step into the seasons and holidays when we write.  New Years, Valentine’s Day, the 4th of July.  And we get to incorporate some of our favorite things into these special books.

 

The odd part about writing stories such as these though is to write in season.  Personally, I find it much easier to write about ghosts and ghoulies around Halloween or that first kiss at the stroke of Midnight around New Years.  It may sound logical, but not as easy as you think, especially longer stories.  Seasons only last so long, holidays are even shorter.  To stay in the mood, I find you need to write a bit differently than usual, at least I do.

 

For me, Christmas has always been a HUGE thing in my home ever since I was a little girl.  I still swear to this day I heard Santa’s bells and saw his sleigh fly overhead during a Christmas Eve caroling night when I was five.  It’s always been such a fun and colorful time of year.

 

While reading and singing with my own two children, I loved the thought of real reindeer games and what events might be held in them.  Being a writer, it didn’t take long for that little idea to snowball into a whole town: Noelle, Alberta.  Well, it turned out this little Christmas town was so much more—eccentric, hilarious, a little magical and full of love.  That snowball started an avalanche and now there are three stories plus a free read that will be coming out this season:  Reindeer Games, Christmas on Parole, A Cinderella Christmas and coming in December a free read, Santa’s Elves.

 

Now, by the time Reindeer Games fully formed in my head, it was Easter.  Listening to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer while the grass was turning green and flowers were sprouting was a little odd but it did help me stay in the mood LOL.  The next story, however, I planned a bit better and wrote it during the Christmas season—sooo much easier LOL.  I wrote it faster than I normally do for I found the threat of the ending season close on my heels and didn’t want to lose the emotions, the descriptions or the overall sense of excitement the season offered.

 

Writing this way is also odd because writing during one season, may mean fine tuning and editing during the off season—especially if lucky enough to get contracted.  I remember doing my final galleys on A Cinderella Christmas while sun-tanning in the back yard!

 

I must say though, they are some of the funnest stories I’ve written.  I think because when I do, I am full of the feelings and emotions the characters are dealing with at that time of year.  It adds a bit more reality, depth and just plain fun to the whole story.  And what I hope readers feel when they read them.

 

Oh, and I LOVE reading good Christmas stories this time of year too.  Delving into the season, laughing all the way!

 

So, tell me both mamawriters and mamareaders, what seasons do you like to write in, write about….read in, read about??

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