clutter, procrastination, and a new novel
Dear GR Friends,
This is my second post in ten months. Clearly, I'm not a very good blogger. I'm also a terrible housekeeper and I procrastinate. Somehow, all these things are related. I'm sure of it. It's probably no coincidence that I felt inspired to write this post just after thoroughly cleaning the house and putting all the laundry away. It's 8:44 am and I've been up since 5 am, my normal waking time.
My tidy surroundings have galvanized me and I'm on a roll. Tomorrow (sorry, a clean house does nothing for my inclination to procrastinate), I will post about writing a first draft. It will be an honest look into my process, however cluttered and replete with self-doubt it is. And I will tell you how I made it through that journey twice.
For now, I'd like to announce that my second novel will be available in 2015. The English original will be published by Bloomsbury in August. Translations, so far including Norwegian, German, Finnish, Swedish, Dutch, and Italian will be published between spring and fall.
The new novel is entitled THE BLUE BETWEEN SKY AND WATER. It's a multi-generational story set in Gaza. Here's the published description:
"From Gaza, the story in The Blue Between Sky and Water is told by a boy named Khaled. He sits silently in the midst of four generations of women who move through the world around him, arranging their lives according to the rhythms of his body. His great grandmother, who had conversations with a djinn. His great aunt Mariam, who remained ten years old forever, by the river, when Israel stole her heritage and made of her a refugee. His grandmother, Nazmiyeh, who was the baddest, prettiest girl in Beit Daras. An eternal ringleader, a sassy matriarch who nurtured all of her family. His mother, Alwan, who loved quietly and endlessly, and whose embroidery sustained the whole family while she stitched the stars and moon into place. She hid her pain under her skin, in her vital organs. His mother's cousin, Nur, who got lost in America and came back to the Mediterranean shore searching for her parts. And Rhet Shel, his little sister, who was the promise they all made to each other. She held up the sun."
love,
susie
This is my second post in ten months. Clearly, I'm not a very good blogger. I'm also a terrible housekeeper and I procrastinate. Somehow, all these things are related. I'm sure of it. It's probably no coincidence that I felt inspired to write this post just after thoroughly cleaning the house and putting all the laundry away. It's 8:44 am and I've been up since 5 am, my normal waking time.
My tidy surroundings have galvanized me and I'm on a roll. Tomorrow (sorry, a clean house does nothing for my inclination to procrastinate), I will post about writing a first draft. It will be an honest look into my process, however cluttered and replete with self-doubt it is. And I will tell you how I made it through that journey twice.
For now, I'd like to announce that my second novel will be available in 2015. The English original will be published by Bloomsbury in August. Translations, so far including Norwegian, German, Finnish, Swedish, Dutch, and Italian will be published between spring and fall.
The new novel is entitled THE BLUE BETWEEN SKY AND WATER. It's a multi-generational story set in Gaza. Here's the published description:
"From Gaza, the story in The Blue Between Sky and Water is told by a boy named Khaled. He sits silently in the midst of four generations of women who move through the world around him, arranging their lives according to the rhythms of his body. His great grandmother, who had conversations with a djinn. His great aunt Mariam, who remained ten years old forever, by the river, when Israel stole her heritage and made of her a refugee. His grandmother, Nazmiyeh, who was the baddest, prettiest girl in Beit Daras. An eternal ringleader, a sassy matriarch who nurtured all of her family. His mother, Alwan, who loved quietly and endlessly, and whose embroidery sustained the whole family while she stitched the stars and moon into place. She hid her pain under her skin, in her vital organs. His mother's cousin, Nur, who got lost in America and came back to the Mediterranean shore searching for her parts. And Rhet Shel, his little sister, who was the promise they all made to each other. She held up the sun."
love,
susie
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Patricia
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Nov 11, 2014 09:35PM
Looking forward to your next book!
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