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My Mother: My Muse
A double whammy: Mother’s Day is coming up. And, in conjunction with the honor of being one of the Author Show’s 2017 Top Female Author nominees, I will participate in a radio interview hosted by Don McCauley for the show on Saturday, May 13th at 10:00 AM EST. The segment will be edited and formatted before it is scheduled to go live and distributed to social media outlets at a future, undisclosed date.
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Having rounded the corner of Phase 3, I’m grooming myself by carefully considering my answers to potential questions he may ask. One of the prompts is:
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
Although I most certainly do not intend to delve into every nuance for the show, I’m at liberty to do so here, giving full credit to my mother—my muse, for launching my writing career lock, stock, and barrel!
An only child at the age of five when my parents and I moved into our custom-built home which happened to be one of the first houses on Angell Rd. in Lincoln, Rhode Island, my rural surroundings had a profound impact on my life. Before my sister came along and the neighborhood expanded for me to have playmates, I relied heavily on my imagination while dialoging with my dolls during high tea. Prior to my enrollment at Lincoln Community School, I looked forward to long walks with my mother and listening to her read stories to me for hours on end.
It is suggested that to become a good writer, one must first be a good reader. On that note, ever since I was a toddler sitting on my mother’s lap while she read stories to me, I developed a fascination with words, delighted by the turn of phrase in the English fairy tale, “Teeny Tiny”: “Once upon a time there was a teeny-tiny woman who lived in a teeny-tiny house in a teeny-tiny village. Now, one day, this teeny-tiny woman put on her teeny-tiny bonnet, and went out of her teeny-tiny house to take a teeny-tiny walk …” My mother whetted my lifelong appetite for reading and cultivated my flair for writing.
The realization of my fascination with books and how much I loved to read hit me when I was a third grader at the age of nine. I was so smitten with ‘The Wizard of Oz’ that I signed it out from our school library several weeks in a row to read it again and again.
Also, at the age of nine, courtesy of my mother who was a graduate from Katherine Gibbs secretarial school, I became a proficient typist, finger tapping the keys on my girly-pink Tom Thumb typewriter.
Then, the catalyst of a malfunction in our doorbell, which would ring sporadically by itself until my father dismantled the wiring and corrected the situation, spurred me to draft a chapter story on my typewriter in the genre of mystery—“The Mystery of the Midnight Doorbell,” replete with dialog, secret codes, and a smuggling ring.
Hot to trot along the stubborn keys of a manual typewriter, I struck gold from mining a series of spy thrillers under the auspices of an agency I named I.N.T.R.I.G.U.E. Plucking the names of exotic countries from a map provided settings I knew nothing about. For me, it was all about the action, creating stereotyped characters dripping dialogue in broken English, good triumphing over evil, and gadgetry.
In high school, I wrote a romance novella which earned its place on a library shelf. The book, a sheaf of orange typing paper fastened together with mod magazine cutouts on the cover, caused quite a stir until it disappeared. The bulldoggish librarian who reluctantly allowed my Chick Lit in the library at the urging of several classmates, told me it was stolen. Years later, when thinking back, I believe she trashed my enterprise.
The rigors of college, and the demands of a teaching career, shelved further creative writing ambitions until I retired from the profession. Midlife restlessness revived my dormant flair for writing, resulting in the publication of my debut novel, ‘Underlying Notes’ – first printing (2007); second printing (2009); Kindle Edition (2014).
While working on my second novel, ‘An Enlightening Quiche,’ other writing detours in the form of Memoirs, Retro 60s Flashbacks, and essays pertaining to Rhode Island delayed its completion until 2016.
Happy Mother’s Day to my mother—my muse who continues to inspire and encourage me during setbacks, conveying her belief that one of these days, my book will become a best seller!
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Having rounded the corner of Phase 3, I’m grooming myself by carefully considering my answers to potential questions he may ask. One of the prompts is:
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
Although I most certainly do not intend to delve into every nuance for the show, I’m at liberty to do so here, giving full credit to my mother—my muse, for launching my writing career lock, stock, and barrel!
An only child at the age of five when my parents and I moved into our custom-built home which happened to be one of the first houses on Angell Rd. in Lincoln, Rhode Island, my rural surroundings had a profound impact on my life. Before my sister came along and the neighborhood expanded for me to have playmates, I relied heavily on my imagination while dialoging with my dolls during high tea. Prior to my enrollment at Lincoln Community School, I looked forward to long walks with my mother and listening to her read stories to me for hours on end.
It is suggested that to become a good writer, one must first be a good reader. On that note, ever since I was a toddler sitting on my mother’s lap while she read stories to me, I developed a fascination with words, delighted by the turn of phrase in the English fairy tale, “Teeny Tiny”: “Once upon a time there was a teeny-tiny woman who lived in a teeny-tiny house in a teeny-tiny village. Now, one day, this teeny-tiny woman put on her teeny-tiny bonnet, and went out of her teeny-tiny house to take a teeny-tiny walk …” My mother whetted my lifelong appetite for reading and cultivated my flair for writing.
The realization of my fascination with books and how much I loved to read hit me when I was a third grader at the age of nine. I was so smitten with ‘The Wizard of Oz’ that I signed it out from our school library several weeks in a row to read it again and again.
Also, at the age of nine, courtesy of my mother who was a graduate from Katherine Gibbs secretarial school, I became a proficient typist, finger tapping the keys on my girly-pink Tom Thumb typewriter.
Then, the catalyst of a malfunction in our doorbell, which would ring sporadically by itself until my father dismantled the wiring and corrected the situation, spurred me to draft a chapter story on my typewriter in the genre of mystery—“The Mystery of the Midnight Doorbell,” replete with dialog, secret codes, and a smuggling ring.
Hot to trot along the stubborn keys of a manual typewriter, I struck gold from mining a series of spy thrillers under the auspices of an agency I named I.N.T.R.I.G.U.E. Plucking the names of exotic countries from a map provided settings I knew nothing about. For me, it was all about the action, creating stereotyped characters dripping dialogue in broken English, good triumphing over evil, and gadgetry.
In high school, I wrote a romance novella which earned its place on a library shelf. The book, a sheaf of orange typing paper fastened together with mod magazine cutouts on the cover, caused quite a stir until it disappeared. The bulldoggish librarian who reluctantly allowed my Chick Lit in the library at the urging of several classmates, told me it was stolen. Years later, when thinking back, I believe she trashed my enterprise.
The rigors of college, and the demands of a teaching career, shelved further creative writing ambitions until I retired from the profession. Midlife restlessness revived my dormant flair for writing, resulting in the publication of my debut novel, ‘Underlying Notes’ – first printing (2007); second printing (2009); Kindle Edition (2014).
While working on my second novel, ‘An Enlightening Quiche,’ other writing detours in the form of Memoirs, Retro 60s Flashbacks, and essays pertaining to Rhode Island delayed its completion until 2016.
Happy Mother’s Day to my mother—my muse who continues to inspire and encourage me during setbacks, conveying her belief that one of these days, my book will become a best seller!
Eva’s Byte #464 – Mother of Invention
"The true creator is necessity, who is the mother of our invention." Plato
Throughout the years, out of necessity, my elderly mother has proved herself an unconventional inventor.
Last week, she slayed me:
As customary when I take my mother back to her residence after our weekly get-together for breakfast or lunch, she heads in with a couple of bags containing supplemental provisions. In one of the bags I had put a few spring decorations for her room.
Touching base with her later on, she proceeds to tell me that out of necessity, she cut the string on a medical face mask to make a tie for a vintage-style teddy bear so she could hang it on one of the wall hooks.
Hoo-ah!
In the capacity of a writer, aren’t we all mothers of invention?
Out of necessity to get to the finish line of my Contemporary work in progress, I just completed drafting chapter 53 (1268 words).
*When in a pinch, may each of us rely on our resourcefulness to get ‘er done.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
Throughout the years, out of necessity, my elderly mother has proved herself an unconventional inventor.
Last week, she slayed me:
As customary when I take my mother back to her residence after our weekly get-together for breakfast or lunch, she heads in with a couple of bags containing supplemental provisions. In one of the bags I had put a few spring decorations for her room.
Touching base with her later on, she proceeds to tell me that out of necessity, she cut the string on a medical face mask to make a tie for a vintage-style teddy bear so she could hang it on one of the wall hooks.
Hoo-ah!
In the capacity of a writer, aren’t we all mothers of invention?
Out of necessity to get to the finish line of my Contemporary work in progress, I just completed drafting chapter 53 (1268 words).
*When in a pinch, may each of us rely on our resourcefulness to get ‘er done.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
