Itchy Twitchy Feet

For the past few days I've been reviewing submissions for the new anthology series, Not Your Mother's Book. Though I'll also be a co-creator for "Sharing Secrets" and "My First Time," I began with the stories in the database for "On Travel." Why? Because as spring nears I get itchy twitchy feet. Those faraway places with strange sounding names begin to beckon once again.

I remember again how my life became enriched when I ran away from home at the age of 50 to join the Peace Corps. And how I got to recount some of those adventures in 2003 at UCLA's School of Public Policy and Social Affairs.

http://www.spotlight.ucla.edu/alumni/terri-elders/

It's not as if I've been cocooning. I've recently returned from a dream trip to Philadelphia for the Dickens Bicentennial celebrations, after all. But it's the same old siren song of the overseas venues that I hear every spring that have started up once again. I'm going to England in June for a peek at the Isle of Wight...yes, the one from the Lennon-McCartney hit, "When I'm 64," and then on to London for a Road Scholar tribute to The Inimitable Charles Dickens, "The Best of Times." England's always my favorite country to visit...that will never change.

But as I'm reading the "On Travel" submissions, I'm remembering more exotic experiences..hearing the wolves howl in Mongolia with Peace Corps Volunteers, firewalking in Bulgaria with a San Diego folk dance troup, thrilling to a spontaneous four-part-harmony a capella tribute to suicide victims and their families from Samoan chieftains and missionaries in Apia.

I've never seen the pyramids along the Nile nor the Greek isles...now I'm visiting them vicariously through reviewing these stories, and am grateful I've been selected to be a co-creator for "On Travel."

Please consider sending your traveler's tales to Publishing Syndicate soon!

Here's the link to the guidelines....remember, we're looking for stories about both domestic and overseas travel, and the stories can be previously published if you retain the copyright:
http://publishingsyndicate.com/publishing_syndicate/submissions/nymb_submit_guidelines.html

Here's some more information about possible chapter headings:
http://publishingsyndicate.com/publishing_syndicate/submissions/title_descriptions/travel.html

Send in your stories, and keep my feet itching and twitching!

Another Message from Heaven

What could be a better way to escape the gloom of a March Saturday than to join a table of friends at the 3rd Annual Friends of the Kettle Falls Library Book Lovers Tea? My friend, Nancy Folkestad, as a table hostess, prepared cucumber, chicken salad and egg salad finger sandwiches, scones, clotted cream, and a variety of cakes and nibbles, including fresh blueberries and strawberries. We sipped a delicious oolong and I treated myself to a couple of servings of Lady Grey, as well.

I'd been invited to be the guest local author, and since Chicken Soup for the Soul published Messages from Heaven last week, I chose my story, "The Unforgotten," to read to the assemblage. This was my first time as a presenter at such a function, and I enjoyed listening to the stories of others' experiences with psychics as I signed copies of the book.

Our table of six coincidentally were all members of the Colville Branch AAUW board, so we could do some planning for future events during the interludes between readings from a book by a local historian, Ines Helmstetter, and the music provided by wonderful young piano students from Pancoast School of Music.

Most surprisingly, I finally found out what the stone is in the ring Ken gave me for Christmas several years ago, not long after we moved to Washington State. One of my AAUW friends asked me if it's Ellensburg Blue Agate...I looked online last night, and apparently it is. Ken and I stayed in Ellensburg once, and he hadn't time to shop. I think he may have bought the ring at the same jewelry store in Colville where he got my gold unicorn lapel pin. But how great at last knowing what the stone is.

Since I allude in "The Unforgotten" to Ken's belief in the paranormal, I'm guessing somehow he arranged for me to receive this information on a day when I publicly remembered his cheerfulness during his final days. Another message from heaven!

Time's On My Side

Tomorrow's Leap Day...and I'm planning on celebrating by getting some new tales finished. I've been so immersed in reading Dickens and reminiscing about my visit to Philadelphia for his Bicentenary Banquet, that I've neglected spinning my own stories.

Publishing Syndicate's WOW Principles newsletter today carries the story of my Philadelphia sojourn:

 http://publishingsyndicate.com/publishing_syndicate/newsletters/wow_news_backissues/wn_feb12.pdf

While I was roaming Philly I received good news on a number of upcoming anthologies.

•  Fat Daddy's Farm will publish "Ready for Stardust" and "Dreaming as the Summers Die" in Joy Interrupted, scheduled to appear in October.
• My rumination, "Tombstone Territory;" about cemeteries and gravestones, will appear in Tending Your Inner Garden's debut Winter book.
• The Animal Project has accepted two stories, "Horse Sense," about how I was inspired in junior high school by a Rosa Bonheur's painting, and "Once in a Lifetime," about spying a macaw during a total eclipse of the sun in Antigua, Guatemala.

But what do I want to write next? 

• A story about getting my driver's license at the ripe old age of 30.
• An essay on steampunk forerunner H. G. Wells for the next issue of Uncle Jam.
• A confession on how I reached out to repair a broken relationship.
• A memoir about lasting friendships from a pivotal point in my life, 1980.
• A story about how Virginia Woolf's novel The Waves lead me astray.

Now to take the leap...I'm betting I can get at least one of these stories written before March swirls in. Time's on my side...I've the gift of Leap Day.

Van Gogh on Dickens: "His Figures are Resurrections"

 La Pluie, Vincent Van Gogh, 1889

In my last blog I wished that Vincent Van Gogh could have read Dickens. I hadn't thought that was possible given the limited translations of the time. And yet...when I attended the "Van Gogh Up Close" exhibit at the Philadelphia Museum of Art this week, I learned that the artist indeed had read Dickens, even during his stay at the clinic of Saint-Paul-de-Mausolee in 1889, where he sought comfort for his troubled mind. It was at this time that he painted "Rain," which is heartbreaking in its depiction of how the fields are pelted by the downpour.

I've since learned that Van Gogh had a great respect for the works of Charles Dickens and their focus on the working class. Here he sums it up, in his own words:

There is no writer, in my opinion, who is so much a painter and a black-and-white artist as Dickens. His figures are resurrections.
--Vincent Van Gogh, letter to Anthon G. A. Ridder Van Rappard (March 1883)


 
  

My Real Book Share: Doubling Up on Dickens

Tonight the Colville Branch AAUW will meet for its annual Book Share. We'll exchange recommendations for books we've enjoyed this past year. My list includes Joan Didion's Blue Nights and half a dozen other books I've found engrossing. It concludes with Claire Tomalin's excellent new biography, Charles Dickens: A Life.

After I compiled my list I noticed I'd not included anything by Dickens himself. If there's anybody in the group who is not familiar with Dickens' novels, and I were forced at gunpoint to recommend just one, I'd elect his eighth.

You can win bar bets with this question: what was the full, original title of Charles Dickens' novel, now commonly alluded to as David Copperfield?

Take a deep breath, because you'll need it to repeat the answer:
The Personal History, Adventures, Experience and Observation of David Copperfield the Younger of Blunderstone Rookery (Which He Never Meant to Publish on Any Account)

In the preface to the 1867 Charles Dickens edition, he wrote, "… like many fond parents, I have in my heart of hearts a favourite child. And his name is David Copperfield." It's my favorite, too, and I'm beginning to reread it this year for the Dickens Bicentennial. I've got it on my Kindle, and read a chapter a day. Then I flip over to Dombey and Son, and read a chapter there. These are the two Dickens books currently being discussed on the Yahoo Group, The Inimitable Boz, which I recently joined.

I'm looking forward to attending The Friends of Clark Park's 200th Birthday celebration in Philadelphia on February 5, where actors and musicians will recreate Dickens' world with songs and excerpts from his novels, and will parade to the famous bronze statue, crafted by Frank Elwell in the late nineteenth century, to sing Happy Birthday to The Inimitable.

I'll also be taking in the Free Library of Philadelphia's Rare Book Department. It's home to one of the finest collections of Dickens works in the world, as well as his stuffed pet raven “Grip,” said to be the inspiration for Edgar Allen Poe’s famous poem.

On February 7 I'll be dining in the Azalea Room of the luxurious Omni Hotel at Independence Park, where the Philadelphia Dickens Fellowship will stage a birthday banquet.  The Omni is at 4th and Chestnut, the site of the United States Hotel where Dickens stayed in 1842 and where he met with Edgar Allan Poe.

(For those who puzzle over Lewis Carroll's famous unanswered question, "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" it wasn't only Poe who wrote on both...so did Dickens in Barnaby Rudge, which Poe reviewed!)

During the week I'll also visit the Philadelphia Art Museum...you may remember its steps from the movie "Rocky." It's featuring an exhibit of Vincent van Gogh's later works. No, the artist and Dickens never met...Van Gogh was just seventeen at the time of Dickens' death. Dickens wasn't widely translated in those days.

It's a shame Vincent couldn't have read David Copperfield. I think it would have given him hope. I know it did me when I first read it at seventeen.

Lunatic Alarm!

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997

When I stepped outside to photograph this last night it was just before midnight, right on time. American Indian tribes called this the Full Wolf Moon. Amid the cold and deep snows of mid-winter, the wolf packs howled hungrily outside Indian villages. I didn't hear anything ulalating in the surrounding hills of the Colville National Forest last night. Nonetheless, I could understand why any wolf would want to bay a bit...I had to muffle an inclination to do so myself, so stunning was this sight.

I'm inspired to write a story about winter solitude today for a new anthology collection on seasons. So since I was born under the sign of Cancer, I appreciated this information, gleaned from the Cleveland Examiner:

Today’s full moon expresses itself at home through the Goddess moon, a dynamic lunar cycle in the 18th degree of Capricorn and Cancer. This cardinal pair places the spotlight on effective communication, available resources and overall home security with emotions attached of course. Because cycles have a tendency to create déjà vu types of feelings, old familiar experiences may spring up for a little attention and or a lot of attention.

What are your reoccurring themes?

It may have roots in early childhood--during a time when the emergence of the martyr archetype, shifting and evolving in a patriarchal ruled society--dominated plenty home environments, as an intense tug-of-war between the Capricorn sun and Cancer moon suggest, or a home environment that tend to shape and mold emotional buttons to eventually become all too familiar. However this homebound full moon is played out, those with a Cancer moon sign may feel the effects of this full moon cycle, as well those with planets in the 4th house of the moon or sun sign in Capricorn.

It's clear I have to abandon that martyr archetype!

Steaming it Up

Back in the late '70s and early '80s I held the title of social welfare editor for Uncle Jam, a tabloid published irregularly (whenever we had enough people in one room to do it, publisher Phil Yeh used to claim) via the Cobblestone Gallery, a popular hangout for writers, artists and general societal misfits in Long Beach, CA.

The magazine covered arts, travel, books, health and author interviews, so I was given wide leeway in what I could write about. I mean really wide. My friend Chris Statler and I covered such activities as a Grand Prix wet T-shirt contest, floating in a sensory deprivation tank, and the Beatles tribute band, Rain. I wrote about Jackie Sorenson's aerobic dancing classes, and a Phillip Marlowe tour of downtown Los Angeles and Santa Monica sponsored by a San Fernando Valley mystery bookstore. I interviewed the late Alduous Huxley's spouse, Laura, about her Project Caress. I attended novelist Carolyn See's three annual literary conferences at Loyola Marymount and interviewed such writers as Herbert Gold, A. Scott Berg and Alice Adams. I wrote about New Year's Eve in New York City, seeing in the '80s, what we wrongly predicted would be the "New Renaissance." I covered my first trip to England, and seeing the ghost of Dr. Samuel Johnson. I even had a ball writing about how, from a child development stance, balls are the perfect toy choice for toddlers.

Not long ago, Phil resurrected this publication as a glossy full-color quarterly. I'm pleased to have rejoined the crowd, contributing such pieces as how to prepare to attend the University of Cambridge International Summer School, an interview with Peter S. Beagle, author of The Last Unicorn, and, for the 100th issue, online soon, why I love to sip cider in Somerset.

Last night Phil sent me a message on Facebook to let me know that the next Uncle Jam would be devoted to steampunk. Would I be interested in writing about its roots in Victorian literature? You bet. So I'll be revisiting H. G. Wells and Jules Verne...full steam ahead.



Uncle Jam 99 has been posted on line, and UJ100 will be coming soon:

http://issuu.com/wingedtiger/docs/uj99v37