After quite a journey, my novel, Scent of the Wild, is available! The journey began at a writing workshop at the Taos Summer Writers Conference in 2010 – yes, it’s been a seven year process.
Like many writers today, I am self published. I used BookMasters in Ohio and they did an excellent job. I also had outstanding editors (plural), an attentive page layout desigenr and a cover designer who created exactly what I envisioned (never mind that I had to fire the first one because we just didn’t have the same image in mind). All these folks and a number of friends and fellow writers gave their input and expertise and the result is definitely something of which I am proud.
You can order a copy here – $16.95 plus tax in Golden brings it to $18.25. You can send me a check or I can charge it for you and I’m happy to mail (or drop it by your house) if that works.
I hope you enjoy the read!
Come celebrate the release of
Scent of the Wild
A novel of abandonment and choices set in Colorado’s natural beauty
By Andi Gregory Pearson
Thursday, October 26, 2017
5 – 6:30 pm
Golden History Museum
923 10th Street in Golden
via email or call 720 255-2808
Can’t wait to see you there!
Most of you who follow my blog – and therefore, follow me – know I’ve spent time querying agents and searching for a publisher for my novel. That’s all behind me now. This week, I signed a contract and made a deposit with BookMasters in Ohio to self-publish my story. And I think I’ve finished tweaking some of the details that had been on my mind. And I’ve sent out requests for blurbs – and three full printed copies of the manuscript. One blurb is in hand and the other two are underway (and yes, I was surprised at who was enthusiastic to help and who was not and one I never even got a reply from).
So off we go. A new adventure is underway and I’m involved with enthusiasm and with gratitude for all those who have helped me on this journey and for all those who are currently helping me. Each step is fun and interesting and educational for me. I’ll keep you posted.
Well, first, second or third place would have been nice. But even an Honorable Mention is enough to keep me going.
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It’s amazing when a story brushes up against your real life; it feels as if the characters might pass you on the street.
On August 9, 1854, Henry David Thoreau’s Walden was first published.
There are 144 days left in this year. What will you publish??
Grand Lake is a darling town and I’ve enjoyed several visits here. So of course I thought I knew all about it when I arrived Sunday afternoon. (I should pause here to say that I drove from Pinewood Springs 60miles through Rocky Mountain National Park (Trail Ridge Road) enjoying what has to be some of the most stunning views anywhere.) The exact location of the Rapids Lodge was unknown to me but I decided I’d just drive around Grand Lake until I found it – which in a small town took about seven minutes, it would have taken four minutes but I had to slow down for tourists crossing the streets. I checked in and got a key to the Columbine room which is over the dining room of the lodge. The view from my window is rushing water noisily crashing over huge boulders, some of which are nearly submerged. Yesterday morning, as I stood in early sunlight, two fawns wandered out into the swirl, just feet from me, and took a moment to stare at me.
The actual Lighthouse Writers’ retreat is held at Shadowcliff which has an interesting history and an interesting philosophy. For those staying in the various cabins, check-in is when you are handed a key and a bundle of sheets and towels, neatly folded and tied with a bow. The rest is up to the guest. Meals, expertly prepared using fresh ingredients, are served cafeteria style and guests sign up to help clear afterwards. The sessions are held in the chapel and time for free write means a chance to sit in the big solid chairs and sofas in the main room.
But the views from Shadowcliff are what sets it apart. Getting to the main lodge and central buildings requires going up steep steps – but the reward is at the top. Grand Lake in its entirety is spread out and yesterday morning, a white triangle on the water marked a sailboat gently making its way across the blue-black water. Grand Lake is Colorado’s largest natural lake and the town has of course grown up around it. There is lots to see but if you want to see a vista of incredible natural contours and contrasts, a vista that will make you marvel at how Mother Nature has arranged herself and her accessories to create a sparkling ensemble, climb to the top of Shadowcliff. Walk out on the rocks and just stand and look and try to take it all in.
Oh, the writing session – they’re just fine.
I’m chatting with my next door neighbor Sheri and I ask her, “How was your AirBnB experience in New Orleans?”
“Oh,” she replies, “it was ok. New Orleans was great and that was the main point. But the next time, we’ll look for the word ‘bed’ in the AirBnB listing.”
“What? You didn’t have a bed?”
“We had an air mattress,” she replies. “When we opened the door of our room the first morning, we saw seven other air mattresses on the dining room and living room floors. Somehow, we just hadn’t thought to check for a bed and it looks like the other guests hadn’t either.” Moral of the story: never underestimate the power of a word.
“It’s all still here for us all, if we can overcome our fears and summon the courage to trust ourselves, to listen to whatever voice speaks within us…..”
Want to know the absolute best thing about getting older? Well, here it is: your children begin to forgive you. Seriously, that is the apex, the ultimate, the top-drawer best thing.
I always felt I was in essence, the only parent my two children had. If anything went wrong – they forgot an assignment, their hearts got broken, they fell off a bike, they had a virus or ear infection – whatever it was, I was to blame. It was my fault. I was the only parent and I was responsible for what happened and for their feelings about it all. Yes, that is a lot of guilt for one person and I took on the entire hodful of that guilt. And I don’t have to tell you that as kids grow up, there are piles of things that go wrong! (There are also piles of things that go right – awards won, mates found, job success achieved, and so on. However, these things they earned on their own. I was not responsible.)
Now they are not children, they are my adult offspring. And as they grow and mature and have a sense of time and a perspective that only a few years can provide, they are beginning to see things a little differently – and they are beginning to FORGIVE and to love with that forgiveness. It’s the best thing about getting older – watching this happen and feeling the sense of a complete circle of maturing emotions. Ah, the process of life – how I savor it!