“What can you ever really know of other people’s souls- of their temptations, their opportunities, their struggles? One soul in the whole creation you do know: and it is the only one whose fate is placed in your hands.” ~C.S. Lewis
fOIS In The City concentrates her efforts on the excitement or frustrations of being a gal born and raised in Brooklyn. It defines me … a city-girl and an ex-pat, albeit, a die-hard New Yorker.
I hold her tender soul in my hands, and each day and every day, define who I know her to be.
Define for me who you are:
I am a woman who has supported herself and two children with a myriad of strange jobs:
I worked as street vendor in Manhattan. I was a Yoga teacher, a typist, an executive secretary, and a ghost writer of term papers and one Master’s Thesis.
For five years I worked as a residential and commercial real estate broker. I began and lost three small businesses, went bankrupt and became a reluctant customer service rep.
I am a crafter extraordinaire who wakes at three a.m. to drive to flea markets and street fairs. Yes Laura Drake, eating takes precedence over sleep.
I have been an Executive Director, a community activist and a wanna-be journalist. I have lived long and hard and well … found and lost love … started over after losing everything but my “undies” three times … and every last moment finds its way into my work.
Here … I am the teller of tall tales and at long last have a space of my own to create and perfect those tales.
I will write them into my posts often because it is who I am, and if nothing else, the blog of it all should say who we are.
In other news:
Thanks to the kind Brinda Berry for my latest blog award.
So much of what I might have to say about who I am has already been said. All those who I love and would lavish with awards have already been tagged.
I follow Christi Corbett, Brinda Berry, PK Hrezo, and a half-dozen others who write in genres I rarely read. Why? Because when you stretch your body, you stretch it all … when you stretch your mind … you read it all. Makes sense and gives me wonderful adventures in fiction.
I thank Casey Clifford for the update of her book and to Sheila Seabrook for the gift of her debut novel, to Cristi Corbett for her caption contest.
Thanks to Sheri di Grom for the Booker Award.
How can anyone who loves to read pick only five favorites? Instead, I’ll give you a sample of books I’ve read long ago and reread from time to time and a sample of last year:
A Room With A View, E . M. Forster … a reread I selected for my book club this year.
Agatha Christie’s Nemesis … of her hundreds of books, this is one that I enjoy rereading often.
Noah’s Compass, by Anne Tyler … from last year’s book club selections. I recommend any book written by Anne Tyler.
The first SIX Harry Bosch novels, by Michael Connelly … especially the first … The Black Echo … which gives you a good background on Harry when he was a tunnel rat in Vietnam.
On Writing, by Stephen King … a wonderful auto-biography and a must book for anyone interested in writing.
I would like to a pass the Booker Award to:
Instructions and all further information found on Sheri’s blog. Thanks, Sheri … you are always a dear friend.
I am most grateful to my two main BETA readers: Lisa Shiroff and Harriet Amato for their constant love and support and for their honest critique of my work. Thanks to Sheri de Grom for reading my current mystery Framed in Black and White.
Thanks to Margie Lawson and four classmates for helping me redefine my latest romantic suspense.
I thank Laura Drake for being a good friend, and for giving me a kick in the “titanium” pants now and again.
Think about who you are as a person first, a lover or parent, a good friend, a spouse, and care for your fragile soul.
How do you define who you are?
Who are those who help you every day
and in so many ways?
Come back again … come often. You don’t have to give me an award, I love your comments, and that is the best award.
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