Shawn L. Bird

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waiting for the other shoe February 12, 2011

Filed under: Grace Awakening,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:46 am
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It felt too easy. No one else had a publishing story that went, “finished my book, pitched in to a publisher at a conference, she took it, seven months later she asked for more, two months later she signed it…”

Every other author I’ve met has a long list of rejection letters. I don’t. Grace has charmed everyone who’s ever heard about her. I know she’s loved, because those first beta-readers were ruthless enough to ensure the later beta-readers (delta readers?) loved it right off, without reservation.

But good though it is, publication coming so easily seemed surreal. Where was the challenge? the suffering for the art? the constant re-sending of the manuscript? I asked if perhaps we could move up release to the summer so I could get in a book tour before school started, and the editor was open to look at that, if the editing went well, when he started it in February. Everything was going just too smoothly.

Then the shoe dropped, and January 31st as I read the email that the publishing house was closing down and that the contract was voided, I actually thought, “Ah there we go. That’s what I was expecting would happen!”

Now Grace Awakening is off to meet a new publisher and the waiting game begins again. Hopefully only another week or two before I hear, and hopefully I hear that they love her as much as everyone else loves her, and is eager to have her out in the world representing their publishing house! Wouldn’t it be awesome if they fast tracked, and got her out by July so I can do a really thorough summer book tour?

 

Farmer casserole February 11, 2011

Filed under: Recipes — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:20 am
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This is based on maanmiehenlaatiko– a Finnish one dish meal I enjoyed in the Helsinki  train station in 2006.  I made it for Super Bowl Sunday this year.

You need a big casserole dish for this- 4 inches high, 10X15 or so.  I used a roasting pan.  As well, you need a rather large frying pan.

I was serving 6, so I started with 6 smokies in  the frying pan.  (These are flavourful, big sausages about 1.5″ diameter and 6″ long).  I diced these up into 1/2″ slices and sauteed them with 2 diced onions and 3 large carrots.  The frying pan was full, but when everything was cooked, I poured the mix into the casserole dish.

Next I chopped up  a small head of cabbage, stirred in a large 28 oz can of diced tomatoes and simmered in the frying pan until the cabbage was cooked, then it was poured into the casserole dish. Everything was stirred together. 

Finally, about 4 cups of frozen hash brown potatoes were sauteed in the frying pan until they were thoroughly cooked and then they were stirred into the casserole dish.

Seasoning salt, black pepper and 1 tbsp of dill weed sprinkled and stirred gently to combine all ingredients.

Bake the casserole for an hour at 350 degrees.

Yummy supper!!

 

freaky coincidences strike again… February 10, 2011

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All the time I was writing Grace Awakening, I’d look up some myth or fact and there would appear a strange coincidence that made the hair stand up on my arms.

I just had another one. You know that famous picture by Sandro Botticelli- Printemps? I use the close up the Three Graces component of that picture to illustrate the Grace Awakening section of this blog. If you pull out the perspective a bit, standing right beside the Graces in the centre of the  painting is a young woman. I understood that she’s supposed to be Aphrodite/Venus. She’s supervising everything that’s going on.

Guess who Botticelli based this particular image on? Are you sitting down? I’ve just learned that it was Laure de Noves de Sade, muse of Petrarch who is standing there watching the Graces dancing with that beatifical expression.  Apparently Laure beguiled Botticelli as well as Petrarca.

(The source is Mario Fubini, Laure in Dictionnaire des personnages littéraires et dramatiques de tous les temps et de tous les pays , Éd.)

Wow. Creepy.

But oh so cool!!

Grace Beguiling, indeed!

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PS click on the painting and it will enlarge to full screen

 

appearances February 9, 2011

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:52 pm
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I ran into a former student the other day. She’s the kind of kid that it’s easy to make assumptions about. She has flaming fuchsia and kool-aid orange hair. She has about a dozen extraneous holes around  her face, some  half an inch around. Her arms are an art canvas.   At age twenty-two she’s demonstating a seriously colourful personality (though I assure you, she was pretty colourful at sixteen, as well).

So what would you think of her if you saw her on the street?  Rough kid?  Loser?  Street kid?  

It might surprise you that though she looks like she’s out on the fringes, she has well-paying job, and you probably would not be shocked that it’s in a piercing place, but would you be surprised to know that she has had an apprenticeship and has been working in her trade since she was 18?  Would you be surprised to know that at age 22 she owns her own house, mortgage free?

She may look like a rebellious teeny-bopper, but there’s a lot of sense and responsibility under all that colour.  She’s not the first kid I’ve known whose outward face belies amazing brain power.  Here’s to those visually non-conformists who show remarkable financial sense.  They’re puncturing holes in stereotypes, one piercing at a time.

 

what you want to do February 8, 2011

Filed under: Pondering — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:43 am
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  “You don’t define yourself by what you have to do to make a living, but by what you want to do. You’re a writer. I’m an artist.”  

(Charles de Lint’s Memory and Dream. p., 275)

I love this author, because his writing is full of small epiphanies.  Think of this.  You define yourself by what you WANT to do, not by what you do to make a living.  You may be an inventor who spends all day unplugging toilets, an actor who waits tables, a corporate executive studying for your junior high math exam, or a champion figure skater who works as a bank teller during the day.

At some point, dream must meet reality or you will feel very unfulfilled.  How do you define yourself.?

 

Reclining Angels February 7, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:34 pm
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Your warm breath blowing up against my back

can fill the night with peace and with gladness:

A deep abiding sense of happiness.

Your breath’s a metaphor that shows the fact

That nothing in the world is better than

Being held tightly by strong and loving arms

In an embrace that protects from all harm,

An embrace that assures, “I am your man.”

And when I curl into that firm embrace

And place my ice cold feet upon your shins

For that quick quivering gasp that makes me smile,

You pull me tight and tickle with your chin

A bristly kiss that shows there’s no denial.

I’m thankful for the gift of heavenly grace.

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(All fixed- iambic pentameter with a solid Petrarchan rhyme scheme! 😉

Submitted as part of Jingle’s Poetry Monday potluck on Love, Romance, and Relationships: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/   Potluck visitors, please put a link to your potluck post within your comment.  Thanks!

 

who you are February 6, 2011

Filed under: Friendship,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:48 pm
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For years

They commented on

her flirtatiousness

her bawdy humour

her inappropriate comments

and she laughed

(loudly)

and said, “This is just

how I was raised.”

.

They thought, she’s low class,

but she’s family now.

We’re not snobs.  We can adapt.

So they tried to lift her up,

believe the best,

cheer her successes,

while they ignored the

alienation she fostered

against the father of her children

after all, (theoretically)

she raised them

in faith

and piously spouted the right words

(even if her actions didn’t always match).

.

“I’m a good person!”

she exclaimed angrily,

if someone noticed

an anomaly

between what she said and did.

They knew who she wanted to be.

Bad comes with the good.

We all have many layers.

Depth adds character.

She means well.

(most of the time).

.

Now she shouts

Don’t tell the children!

(grown adults with their own lives)

how she’s carrying on.

So desperate to prove

(to who?)

that she’s desirable

She’s sleeping  with anyone

who blinks at her.

Throwing money at a con man

and sending it Western Union

(which is, of course, untraceable)

Thousands and thousands

of dollars

she can’t afford to lose

sent into traitorous hands.

And then she gets it back

by conning someone else.

Tricky girl.

.

Don’t tell the children?

Seriously?

Don’t you think they know

that she’s a disgrace

to everything she told them

that she was?

and what she told them to be?

Everything she denied she was

is revealing itself.

.

Meanwhile

that poor man

still weeps in love for her

and she screams that

he’s what’s been

holding her back

and driving her to

this scandalous behavior

.

His fault?

Honey,

wake up.

He’s the rock of stability

 that has saved you from

ruining yourself

this way

long ago.

 

change February 4, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:19 pm
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Sun blinded
I squint at a horizon
so bright it can’t be seen.
I walk blythly toward
the brilliance
wondering what lies beyond.

Behind my back 

has been brewing

ill wind.

Without warning
a blackened sky
belches uncertainty
and change,

but beyond

the black clouds

blow breaths

of a new day.

Nothing ends

that isn’t a beginning.

 

helpful connections February 3, 2011

Filed under: Grace Awakening — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:32 pm
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I’ll be off to France in a few weeks to do some research on the prequel of Grace Awakening which (so far) I’m calling Grace Beguiling. I’ll be doing the research in Avignon, and we have booked a really nice small family hotel located within the walls of the old city. It is called Autour de Petit Paradis, which bodes well for a lovely time: I’m looking forward to staying in a little paradise! (and may wish we’d booked a longer visit there). From the reviews the hosts are very helpful and personable, and quickly after our online booking we received a lovely email from the proprietor Sabine, assuring us that they were at our disposal for any information.

I took that opportunity to let her know that the purpose of our trip was to research the lives and times of Petrarch and Laure. She has been very helpful, sending me photos and links to places for us to explore. How wonderful to find such a local connection! I can hardly wait to get there.

Another helpful connection I had with this book was a French genealogist who provided me with a lot of extremely helpful information on Laure’s family.  She married Hugues de Sade, (a marquis, but several generations before the infamous one).  They had several children, and they will be showing up in my novel. 

Autour du Petit Paradis within the walls of Avignon's old town

 

impossible? February 2, 2011

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:06 am
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I saw this on a random bulletin board today, uncredited.

Nothing is impossible. Even the word says “I’m possible.”

That’s cool.

Let’s be realistic: not everything is possible. I’d like to talk to my grandmother, but she died in 1968. No matter how much genealogy I do, or how much I find out about her life, it’s impossible that I will be able to have a conversation with her. There is nothing I can do to make it possible to talk to her.

But that doesn’t mean what seems impossible, actually is.  If you are five hundred pounds you are not going to win the Boston Marathon, for example. At least, it’s impossible as you are.  However, it is possible, if you lose weight and get fit, you may just have a fighting chance. That means what is impossible at this moment, may not be impossible forever. You just have to think, what do I have to do to make this happen?

Some things truly are impossible, but lots of things we think are impossible just need a little tweeking to become possible.  Change is the key.  What do you need to change in your life to make the impossible say “I’m possible!“?