After one of the coldest winters filled with snowstorms and ice, I think everyone is ready to throw in the towel. Or maybe it’s a contest to see which house has the largest icicles. The good news is that Daylight Savings is March 9. Each year, I’m lucky enough to do a trade show at the Seacrest Resort in Falmouth on Cape Cod, which starts on March 9, daylight savings. There’s nothing better than walking the beach when it’s still light out at 6 p.m. (Or maybe later) I might make March 9th national Flip Flop day. And if for the next 3 weeks you can’t stand winter, just read the second to last essay in Beach Chair Diaries, That Summer Day. If that doesn’t make you feel warm, I’ll send you a postcard from Cape Cod.
I tried to pretend I wasn’t a Red Sox fan and this is with a brother who has been to over 41 opening day games. What else is difficult to understand is that Field of Dreams is one of my favorite movies. My father was also huge fan, he was born the same year as Fenway Park and I know that after the Sox won the series in 2004, he was ready to go to Heaven. Actually, a doctor told me that there was a huge amount of elderly people who passed away in the Boston area after the series. Two of my favorite memories is watching opening day in 2005 with my dad on TV. My brother was at Fenway and taking my brother to opening day in 2008. We even danced in the bleachers! So, it’s a little strange for me that I’m watching the World Series and stranger that I wanted to buy more Red Sox gear to wear. The other day, I realized that I don’t own any red clothes, but I do have Red Sox earrings. So I watch and dream about going to the World Series with my bother and maybe dancing in the Bleachers with Dad up above watching and smiling.
Finally had a chance to catch waves with my brother David yesterday at Wells Beach Maine. It’s a long and great tradition. My brother and his family rent a cottage each year. This year the water was warm, I’m not kidding. I was so happy to boogie board with my brother and act as if we are nine years old. Considering he just retired this year, we might not get up as quickly after riding in, but we laugh as hard.
and a great time to pick up a copy of Beach Chair Diaries!
I’m in Chicago at Publishing University, through IBPA, which is the best investment that any author or publisher can make. The group of people are outstanding. Yesterday, Guy Kawasaki spoke for has worked for Apple, published 12 books and one of the best speakers. Of course, I loved him because he’s from Hawaii. The conference is at the Palmer House Hilton, which has to be one of the most beautiful hotels with an old time flair. Chicago is like Like Boston and New York combined, but with wicked nice mid-western people.
Been traveling for business and stayed at so many Marriotts that I don’t remember what day it is. One Marriott I stay at is on 28th St. in NYC and in the flower district, which is SO beautiful during a cold January day. Being a Silver Marriott Rewards member helps me to usually have a nicer room too, with flowers lining the sidewalk below. The weather in Boston has been so cold that I’ve suggested people to say out loud, “Please pass the suntan lotion. Oh, I love the smell of coconut. I want to go swimming. Ouch, the sand is burning my feet.” If that doesn’t warm you up, pick up a copy of Beach Chair Diaries and read the second to last essay, That August Day. I wrote the essay because I hate winter and the cold and want everyone to feel the warm of summer even on the coldest January day.
Dear Friends, Wanted to wish you all a Happy New Year and hope that it finds you warm, happy and healthy. Just had that very popular flu, which I don’t recommend, but I was able to enjoy John Grisham’s new book, while resting. While on vacation in November, read the book, Honolulu. Which I had to read after reading, Alan Brennert’s other book, Moloka’i. The main character in Moloka’i was so great, that will out to dinner, I would miss the character and cried after I finished Moloka’i. I’m can’t wait for his next book and love his work. Someday, I hope to write a fiction book as great as Alan Brennert’s books.
Last week, I was up at Colby-Sawyer College, which I graduated from years ago. I was asked to speak to three freshman writing classes. For some reason I was really nervous, but had practiced my ten minute talk on writing about place and how I love to do research when writing (which I do). I ended my talk by saying Go for Your Dreams No Matter How Long It takes. After my talk the students wrote about what they learned and were called on to read. I was so touched and surprised that most of the students where inspired to go for their dreams. Actually, looking back, now they have inspired me.
When I was growing up, I had 2 great cats. A black and white one named Casey, who my dad rescued late one night off of the highway. Casey was a very cool cat, but left after being with us for about a year. I then went to a shelter with my Mom and picked out a huge orange cat named Tommy. Tommy was like a dog. He would come when called, retrieve things and was so loving. After five great years, Tommy had to be put to sleep. I pretended for years after that I really didn’t like cats. I do have to admit that I am a dog lover. Well, over the last few years, my neighbor’s cat Mehitabel has been visiting me. She is a total character who gets up on her hind legs when you pet her, speaks to everyone and even knows how to use an Iphone. Actually, I’m kidding about the Iphone. Anyway, Mehitabel would wait for me on my front porch when I would come home at night. I have no idea how she did this, because my schedule is never the same. Recently she was hit by a car, and broke her back leg. Today, I saw her for the first time in a few weeks. I missed her so much and was so happy to see her. I guess I am cat lover, if not a Mehitabel Lover.
So last week as I drove up to Vermont for business, just past New London, New Hampshire, the foliage was so colorful, I felt as if I could grab it and be filled with the colors. Each year I’m so overwhelmed by this unique beauty that I will compare it to the most inspiring place in nature that I know, the ocean in Maui. Really.
Another very funny thing happened while I was teaching a class on How to Publish and Promote Your Book. I had a class of 11 and 6 people were early and the rest came in after I started the course. One individual who was dressed in orange, maybe trying to compete with the foliage, arrived late, and continued to ask so many questions that the other students were giving the evil eye. At one point I realized something was a little off when she asked questions on material that I had just covered. Another student asked if anyone minded if she ate her dinner. Someone joked as long as there was enough for everyone. Then the strangest thing happened with the unique student dressed in orange. First I heard her moving around the brown paper bag and next, out of the corner of my eye, saw her unscrew a cap and raise the bag with a dark brown bottle, to her mouth. I’m still stunned, but have to laugh, thinking, I hope she brought enough for everyone.