Susan M. Botich's blog

iPhones, iPads, Tablets, Kindles, Nooks, etc.

2012-01-17T17:47:00.000-08:00

A couple nights ago, my husband, David, and I went to the local McMenamins (http://www.mcmenamins.com/events/search/Movie?location_id=81) here in Bend to watch a movie at their charming theater and, while we waited in line to buy our tickets, I counted as far up the line as I could see that every man, woman, and child had some kind of electronic device out and was using it; some had iPhones and texted or made calls while waiting, some had Tablets and played games, some held Kindles or Nooks and read books, but everyone had something in the way of an electronic device in their hands. Except David and me, that is.

Why was this interesting? Well, maybe because I'm 56 years old and, though I'm up on utilizing the internet and various forms of telecommunications devices (as tools, mostly), it struck me that the times have most definitely changed; our culture has crossed over to what I, in my youth, fancied to be "futuristic."

When I was a young adult, if you were standing in a line somewhere, you might very well strike up a conversation with the folks near you. You would engage. And, if not with strangers, with the people you were waiting in line with.

I am in no way a luddite. I love technology. Technology that serves us, that is. But while we were waiting in line there at the movie theater, I realized that people weren't talking to one another. The kids were occupying themselves with devices that cost a minimum $100 and some had Tablets or Kindles that were probably closer to $200+. The family of five (mom, dad, three kids) each had a device in there hands and each was busy focusing on their individual device. The kids were pretty much quiet and occupied. Okay. That's good, I guess. The parents talked or texted with their iPhones but didn't talk much to each other. Hmmm...I see that I am making a judgement here but this struck me as sad.

David and I decided to cut way down on commercial TV shortly after our son was born. By the time he was in the seventh grade, we decided to unplug from TV altogether. It was just too damn disruptive to the peace of our family. We switched over to "pull technology" - watching shows/movies that we chose and without commercials (the most offensive aspect of commercial TV, from our perspective). And we talk. We talk to one another. We also listen to music. And then, sometimes, we'll talk about the music. Because we are really listening to it, not just having background noise. We ask each other's opinions on music, what we're reading at the time, or just what is on our minds. We share our thoughts and feelings with one another. David and I also have (and have always had) a very open exchange of ideas with our son (people frequently comment that our relationship with our son is quite close and unique in this regard) and we have never once regretted our decision to unplug from the push of commercial TV so that we can, instead, engage more with one another. In fact, when we visit family or friends who have their TVs blaring while we're in their homes, we all feel relieved to come back to our quiet home. The natural peace of it.

We spend a lot of time on our computers, yes. Admittedly. We use them for almost every type of communication; we pull information, read the news (we also decided some years ago to stop wasting paper subscribing to paper news), share information, and use the applications available to us for handling work projects and doing some fun things, too. But, all in all, we spend more time engaging with one another in a way that we see most people don't.

So, the gist of this rant is that I still say telecommunications is excellent to have at our disposal; cell phones are great - they've improved availability for communicating, not hindered it. Computers are superb; they allow us to accomplish tasks in minutes that took hours (or weren't even possible) before. I love that we now have Kindle and Nook and other eReaders. A book is a book, whether paper or electronic. But I do believe that we need to exercise some discipline when it comes to using these and other devices. Utilizing a tool is one thing, getting addicted to gadgets is another. It's too easy to get sucked into the abyss of mindless wasted time in front of some device offering "entertainment" that's empty of value and full of ulterior motive - lessening our direct engagement with one another so that we wind up feeling more empty in the long run and, therefore, more easily manipulated into trying to buy our sense of happiness, belonging, and place in the world. Being mindless is excellent for gadget sales.

I think life is about engaging. Engaging with our natural environment. Engaging with other people. Engaging with ourselves. Who are we? What are we? What are we doing with our lives? As long as telecomm technologies serve us for who and what we truly are - living, breathing human beings - they are a plus. As soon as we let them dominate our sense of who we are, and let them determine how we are with one another, we've become enslaved to yet another form of serfdom. But it's a considerably expensive one.

Reflection and thanks for 2011

2012-01-05T21:23:00.000-08:00

I've been reflecting on 2011 and thinking about all the changes I've been through during that year. Wow! There have been a lot! I moved from Nevada (having lived in the Carson City area for just shy of 10 years) to Bend, Oregon. Beautiful Bend! The trees here have healing power. Yes, that's my earth-muffin feeling. The trees have fragrances that are like aromatherapy. The air here mends the mind and heart. I'm so thankful that we made the impetuous move here.

I published two novels in 2011: THE DREAM STAR, science-fiction, and ENCHANTMENTS, a fantasy verse-novel based on Arthurian myth. I've let go of many attachments and opened my mind and heart to the unknown on so many levels. I've grown even closer to my husband of 24 years and our 23-year-old son. I'm thankful for all of it.

I recently read again my interview published in the September issue of Wildflower Magazine (http://issuu.com/wildflowermag/docs/september2011?mode=window&backgroundColor=%23222222) talking about THE DREAM STAR and ENCHANTMENTS, how I came to write both stories, what inspired them, etc., and it brought back all the challenges and joys surrounding writing both books. It takes so much love, commitment, patience, and trust to write a novel. Will they find their audience? Only time will tell...

Though the experience of self-publication brought to light certain shattering realities about who I believed my friends and supporters to be, I'm thankful for it all. I found support from lots of folks that surprised me. And there were "friends" who I had thought for sure would be supportive of my publications who never gave me even a small kind word. It helped me detach from old ties in a way that I needed to. And to appreciate the people who did support me, even though it didn't "get them anything."

I've had breakthroughs with my poetry writing - having to trust in my own sense of what works and what doesn't in a poem (after having moved away from my longtime poetry critique group in Nevada, Ash Canyon Poets - a wonderful group, btw!) and no longer having that kind of feedback before submitting poems to literary journals and poetry magazines. But I got poems published, anyway.

I feel that, altogether, 2011 was a phenomenal year. Very painful, sometimes. Very freeing and mind-expanding, too. I'm looking forward to 2012. I have a feeling life will present many more changes. It's pretty cool living in the unknown.

About the impending world economic collapse

2011-09-15T17:42:00.000-07:00

I found this to be exactly right on and also inspiring. I thought I'd share it:
http://www.swamikriyananda.org/2011/economic-collapse-a-solution/?utm_source=sanghanewsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=SanghaNewsletter

CNN Report of U.S. Poverty Level Rising

2011-09-13T11:30:00.000-07:00

This is CNN's report on the current U. S. economic stats. Extreme wealthy enjoy more wealth while the middle-class and poor are pushed further into poverty.
http://money.cnn.com/2011/09/13/news/economy/poverty_rate_income/

This article states the hard truth

2011-09-13T11:15:00.000-07:00

This article states the hard truth about the current downward spiral and ultimate downfall of the United States. There are some grammatical and sentence structure errors, but the overall information is quite exact in content. If you have the courage to read it, click on the link below.

http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article25166.htm

I love this piece on booksellers

2011-09-02T10:35:00.000-07:00

This was published in Shelf-awareness Pro today. I think it's a wonderful piece. I must admit that I, too, have often fantasized about how lovely it would be to be a bookseller. Enjoy!

http://www.shelf-awareness.com/issue.html?issue=1549#m13181

Working through all the muck - breathing

2011-09-01T13:01:00.000-07:00

I've been seriously wondering - questioning even - about how the internet affects our lives. Really. My vote is not in yet, but I'm giving it a good hard look.

For those of us who are giving life, in general, a good hard look, re-evaluating priorities and shifting our focus from what other people think is important to what truly matters to us, this is the natural thing to do. What really matters in life? For me, it's all about self-discovery, self-realization. Mostly, that involves some kind of true connection with others as well as with my own deeper being. Not about adding to my hits on any given website.

I've been fortunate to know, firsthand, several people who have been what our society refers to as "successful." That means having acquired money, acknowledgement/respect from their "peers," and the appearance of having a life of ease. But I wouldn't trade lives with any of them. Not one. I don't know one "successful" person who has what I desire. Inner freedom.

What do I mean by that? For me, true freedom is what I will call a spiritual reality, not a material one. It has nothing to do with your income, your appearances, or what other people think of you. In fact, it involves being completely detached from desiring or even noticing any of those things.

For example, I write stories and poems, songs and musical pieces, because of some deep inner desire to express a creative energy through those particular art forms. It isn't really about whether I get kudos or not. It's about the act of the channeling of that creative energy. Sharing the creation is important because it lets people into that proverbial sphere the art form expresses. But it's not the all-important reason for expressing the art form.

So much of material success involves dumb luck. A whole lot of hard, devoted work, yes. But also just plain dumb luck. Or maybe it's karma. Or some combination thereof. But, no matter what it is, much of material "success" seems to depend on circumstance as much as hard work. So, about that "dumb luck" aspect: If we can't control how our creative work is to be received by others, why worry over it? If we find that dumb luck (or karma, or whatever) is in our favor, fine. If it's not, also fine.

We have to be who we are. We can't be anyone else. (Everyone else is taken, right?) So, we keep on working in and with the creative processes that we do; writing, performing, whatever our creative expression is. Like breathing. The only real success to it is getting that oxygen into our systems. Circulating the blood. Experiencing what it is to be alive in this creative expression we call life.

So, back to "working through all the muck." The "muck," from my perspective, is the Great Lie that permeates every aspect of our culture that the work, in itself, is valueless. It only has value if/when the work makes money, impresses a lot of people (or "the right" people), and makes us look important, helps us to believe that we are important. Because, without "success," we're not important, right?

But I believe that Lie is the muck that keeps folks from pursuing creative expression. As a culture, we are focused on the wrong values. It's not what comes from the work, it's the work itself. The creative experience is what is most valuable.

So, I, like many other artists I know (and don't know), just keep putting one foot in front of the other, expressing the creative as best as we can, and offer our bit up. Sludging through the muck, one step at a time. Breathing.

My science-fiction novel THE DREAM STAR is finally in print!

2011-08-27T16:43:00.000-07:00

Hurrah! Hurrah! My sci-fi novel, The Dream Star, is finally a real live printed book! It's been a long process to get it published but it's finally done. I'm selling it through CreateSpace.com: https://www.createspace.com/3675208

I'm celebrating this auspicious occasion with a DISCOUNTED PRICE on The Dream Star ebook. Check it out at barnesandnoble's site: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/susan-botich?store=ebook

For those writers who are thinking about self-publishing, I would highly encourage checking out all the options available to ensure that you make the right choice for a publishing house that will meet your particular needs. It's a big decision. There are lots of options nowadays for publishing an ebook. And a lot of authors are choosing this route more and more every day. The main thing to remember is to not let yourself get discouraged while in the process. The time you take to make your book what you want it to be, is vital.

Anyone who has thoughts on marketing for self-published authors, please feel free to share your comments. I'd love to hear them. I'll keep writing about this ongoing process as it progresses.

This poem by Claude McKay is so painfully right on.

2011-08-06T11:13:00.000-07:00

(And, of course, this is true of all women who must run 'round and 'round on the hamster wheel, too.)

Joy in the Woods
by Claude McKay

There is joy in the woods just now,
       The leaves are whispers of song,
And the birds make mirth on the bough
       And music the whole day long,
And God! to dwell in the town
       In these springlike summer days,
On my brow an unfading frown
       And hate in my heart always—

A machine out of gear, aye, tired,
Yet forced to go on—for I’m hired.

Just forced to go on through fear,
       For every day I must eat
And find ugly clothes to wear,
       And bad shoes to hurt my feet
And a shelter for work-drugged sleep!
       A mere drudge! but what can one do?
A man that’s a man cannot weep!
       Suicide? A quitter? Oh, no!

But a slave should never grow tired,
Whom the masters have kindly hired.

But oh! for the woods, the flowers
       Of natural, sweet perfume,
The heartening, summer showers
       And the smiling shrubs in bloom,
Dust-free, dew-tinted at morn,
       The fresh and life-giving air,
The billowing waves of corn
       And the birds’ notes rich and clear:—

For a man-machine toil-tired
May crave beauty too—though he’s hired.

My novels are published on amazon.com and barnesandnoble.com

2011-07-24T15:19:00.000-07:00

Both of my novels, ENCHANTMENTS (fantasy based on Arthurian myth) and THE DREAM STAR (science-fiction) are now available on both amazon.com
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=susan+botich&x=0&y=0
and barnesandnoble.com
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/susanbotich?store=ebook
You can download their eReaders for FREE with one click. AND you can read sample chapters for FREE, too! Cool. Very cool.

THE DREAM STAR - BOOK I is now available!

2011-07-18T17:27:00.000-07:00

Hey! I've got my science-fiction novel, "The Dream Star" up and available as a Kindle eBook on amazon.com! Check it out:
http://www.amazon.com/Dream-Star-Book-ebook/dp/B005CX42MC/ref=sr_1_12?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1311028947&sr=1-12

Michael Seidenberg's "hidden bookstore" in New York

2011-07-13T11:43:00.000-07:00

This is inspiring! When the red tape and costs of owning a "legal bookstore" get out of hand, just do it anyway. Tenacity and simple love for literature inspired Michael Seidenberg, a long-time bookseller, to find another way to share his passion for books with those who are smart enough and willing to think outside the box in order to find him. Wonderful video:
http://vimeo.com/26293855

Plans that "don't work out."

2011-06-12T11:45:00.000-07:00

David and I wanted to listen to some local music last night and saw some advertised in both the local papers, the Bend Bulletin and the Source Weekly, at Bend's PoetHouse Art in downtown, so we went there but found that the papers had mis-advertised and there was no music. Bummer. But the two artists there (PoetHouse Art is an art studio and workshop space) were so nice and helpful - they pulled over a laptop and searched and found another local musician playing at The Silver Moon. So, we thanked them and went on our way. Meanwhile, Dan joins us (thinking that the original musician is playing at PoetHouse) so we decide to get a walk in and wander on down to The Silver Moon.

Silver Moon is kind of on the outskirts of downtown area and we were feeling like it might not be where we want to be because of the street being kind of dark and that area of town looking less "cool" than the downtown area. But then we noticed that there were no Harley's outside the bar, only bicycles parked right out front. OK, well, this is Bend, we say to each other, and go into what looks like a rather funky bar (no offense intended Silver Moon folks).

What we found was that The Silver Moon is yet another brewery among Bend's dozen or so. The music hadn't started yet but the guys spotted the pool table, thought it'd be fun to play a round or two, so we decided to hang out until the music started. Our waitress was really sweet and had a great sense of humor about her and also really fun energy. So, we sat down and ordered some brews on tap. Great beers! We got curious about the food, so we asked to see a menu. Surprise! This place was not a "dive" at all. Maybe a little funky looking around the edges but definitely totally cool. There were vegan and vegetarian appetizers and entrees, homemade pizza, great looking salads, and, of course, the burgers. The guys played a couple rounds of pool then came back when the music got started. Lief James was the musician/songwriter. Strong acoustic guitar with a singing and musical style that reminded me of Bruce Springsteen a bit. He had good energy and we were having fun. So, we ordered a pizza. Delicious! Wow! Who knew? Well, apparently, the locals. Because the place started getting packed with a cross demographic of locals all having a good time.

We thought, "OK, this was fun, now it's time to go on home." We left and started walking to our cars when we spotted THE DUMPLING GUYS. These are local guys who make the best dumplings in the world and sell them on the street corner (of Bond and Minnesota) from a food cart. Of course, they have vegan dumplings, homemade sausage dumplings, south-of-the-border style dumplings, and more. And they are soooo good. So, we stop and have a dumpling. Yum.

There were some young musicians setting up so we asked them if they're going to play and they told us (in a very friendly and open, welcoming way) that they are celebrating the Dump City Dumpling's 1-year anniversary with some free music. They started to play and we were surprised at how really very good they were. (I say this because they looked like they must have been high school age.) Their band (I think they said it was called New Side Jazz Quartet but don't hold me to that) consisted of trap drums, sax, keyboard and base. We listened and started to chatting with some other folks hanging around and had a great time.

We were struck by how everyone was so nice and open and into chatting and just having a good time. Shouldn't this be normal? Why isn't every place like this? I guess we just haven't been used to it, so it struck us as strikingly unusual.

All in all, we had a wonderful evening, didn't have to spend a lot of money, and it was all healthy (beer is good for you - it's a medical fact, you can look it up) and it was all in good fun. Babies and little kids hanging out with teens and young adults with middle-aged and some of us older farts - all enjoying one another's company.

Now, David and I could have just gotten bummed out about not being able to hear the musician we'd planned on but we went with the flow and it was better than we had imagined. Good idea. Just sharing it. Gotta go. There's a hiking trail calling. Later.

I love this poem by Walt Whitman

2011-06-12T11:06:00.001-07:00

Miracles
by Walt Whitman

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of
   the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
   with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer
   forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so
   quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with
   the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—
   the ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

Haiku - who knew?

2011-06-11T12:13:00.000-07:00

I got to attend the most enlightening workshop last Sunday, June 5, on a poetry form I've never considered as a "true" form (ever since being subjected to "learning" it in high school, meaning that I was taught several urban myths about it that were completely incorrect and misguiding). What poetry form could that be, you may ask? Haiku!

Yes! You read it right - haiku! The reason I never gave it notice before? When I was "taught" haiku in high school English class, we were told the form of specific syllables for each of the three lines had to be 5/7/5. Wrong! Complete myth based on a lack of understanding about Japanese language and how a form like this one translates into English. The stressing of the ever-and-all-importance of syllables caused me to feel like this form was just another stilted, rigid form. But here's the deal. In Japanese, syllables are inconsequential. It's the sounds within each word that matter. And the Japanese hear language sounds quite differently than we English-speaking folks do. So, when we write haiku in English, we must throw away that silly rule of 5/7/5 syllable count. It has absolutely nothing to do with haiku. It never did. What I learned in that workshop was that haiku is a tremendously huge poetry expression held inside a very, very small package. The spirit of the haiku is more important than the form. Revelation! That's what poetry is all about, in any form, including free verse. Ah ha!

The workshop was led by Michael Dylan Welch, the vice-president of the Haiku Society of America and sponsored by a local chapter, hosted by haiku poet An'ya. Michael also touched very briefly on the related Japanese poetry forms of senryu, tanka, and renga (which are also very fascinating forms that I want to continue to study and learn more on).

Anyway, for those who have been misled by well-meaning but misguided high school teachers, please check out the Haiku Society of America website: http://www.hsa-haiku.org/ and let your walls be shattered about haiku. The purpose of this very short form (at least as I understand it right now) is to zero in on the specific in order to reveal the universal. Well, that's poetry in any language or form! By abstaining from any author subjective opinion, remaining (as much as possible) objective, and only observing any given thing/event/person etc., the poem finds the universal.

There's so much to learn about haiku and its related forms! I understand that I know truly nothing right now but, nevertheless, I feel I've stepped onto a whole new path of expression that is both the exploring of new literary lands and, yet, immediately placing me into that new land, too. It's like you just start walking and you become aware of how you're already there because "there" and "here" are actually one and the same. You're just walking the path to get "here" a little more fully with each step. OK, this is really a ramble, now, and that's what I tend to do and that's why this form is so good for me to practice. Less talk. More just being present. Good focus.

Here's a haiku by Michael Dylan Welch:

the black elder
shakes its shadow loose...
early snowfall

Here's a few haiku I wrote during and after the workshop:

lilac exhales sweetness

into the park -

finches chorus

the robin's prize:

seed, blossom, tight in her beak -

clouds hold the sun

yellow bush

petals blown, suspended

bees hum

Beautiful spring day

2011-05-11T19:40:00.000-07:00

Today was one of those days that makes you smile even though all you're doing is errands and various chores. The sun played hide-and-seek all day, using Vanilla Sky clouds to disappear behind then ease on out to caress its warmth against your skin. Cool breezes became crisp and sharp with the smell of rain climbing its way over the Cascades. A little patter of rain - just enough to sweeten the fragrance of the grass and manzanita - then gone with a whisper. The silk-blue sky shared equal space with cumulus clouds and the robins were doing what they're most famous for - bob-bob-bobbing along. We saw our first two Bend quail today. We had many dozens of quail in our yard in Nevada but this was the first time we'd spotted them here. They're a little slimmer here, we noticed. The robins chased them out of the back yard and quickly got busy again with their very well-known bobbing. David and I took our now-customary walk after dinner under a passing "sun-rain" - syncopated, hesitant droplets too shy to be called a shower. Now, the quiet of evening with its subtle shift of colors, slowly washing into grays. Yep. It was a lovely day.

Still getting settled into our new home

2011-05-10T09:34:00.000-07:00

It takes time to re-establish yourself in a new community. My husband, David, and I moved to Bend, Oregon, last month and we're still getting "settled." We've lived in a lot of places from California to Alaska to Washington to Minnesota to Hawaii to Nevada and, now, here in Oregon. We love the trees, the Cascades, the Deschutes and other rivers and creeks all so close. And the town of Bend is a wonderful blend of hep with friendly - a lot of art support is very apparent. Everywhere you go, you'll see very creative sculpture - on street corners, in the middle of the roundabouts, etc.

Deer regularly visit our back yard and enjoy the fresh spring grass. One usually stands sentry while the rest casually dine. They're easygoing about our presence and don't mind us watching them from the back deck. That's a joy we haven't had in many a year. Swallows hang out in the trees out back, so we get to watch their cream and gray flits from tree to tree throughout the day.

Mornings are especially nice. David and I have been waking up earlier than what became usual in Nevada. We feel excited about getting into the new day. "What will it bring?" "Let's get started and find out."

But, now that we've made the plunge to move here, we're trying to get a true feel for the waters and how to swim them. We've learned that every community is different. A lot of those differences are subtle but significant and only time and getting know the locals can reveal how to navigate the new land.

So, I'm writing now to clarify thought on our progress. More to myself, I think, than anything else. I've decided to treat this blog a little more like a diary of sorts. Just talk about my experiences, feelings, thoughts and so on. Don't know if anyone is reading but this is, at the very least, a chance to get my thoughts out. We'll see how it all progresses. The saga of changes. Life. Until next time...

Listen. Listen.

2010-12-20T10:54:00.000-08:00

This short piece is so right on about why we write, why we must write:

http://querytracker.blogspot.com/2010/12/listen-listen.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed:+QueryTracker+(QueryTracker.net)

'The Art of Full Indiscipline'

2010-11-09T08:54:00.000-08:00

'The Art of Full Indiscipline'

This article I've linked to, in its entirety, is very inspiring. Of course, Dr. Mukherjee's underlying creative expression is researching cancer and what might cause it and, therefore, keep it at bay. But still, how he wrote his book, using cancer as a kind of character in his weave of stories, is very inspiring as well. I found his "art of full indiscipline" quite illuminating as a way to write.

Not everyone is able to set aside specific hours per day to write (or pursue any other creative endeavor, for that matter) but can commit to focusing some time toward that creative pursuit every day, no matter how seemingly small that time is. I'm a firm believer in this as a basic philosophy: the way we get to the top of the mountain? Just keep putting one foot in front of the other. And never stop. Until you're at the top of the mountain. Enjoying the view. Then you can scope out a higher mountain. If you want.

Susan M. Botich

2010-11-07T17:26:00.000-08:00

Susan M. Botich

Reference my link to elance.com
http://www.elance.com/s/edit/susanmbotich/resume/

Home Improvements

2010-09-03T17:24:00.000-07:00

Working on a lot of home improvements, lately. It's exhausting but feels good to do them, see the progress. Getting rid of stuff we don't really need, cleaning out the junk. Whew! Sore muscles but it's worth it!

Changes and dealing with them

2010-06-01T09:52:00.000-07:00

I was scheduled to play a cafe concert in Minden last Saturday and it got canceled last minute due to the city wanting to repave the parking area of the Minden Plaza where the concert was to be. At first I was disappointed but shifted gears about it, sent out emails letting friends know the change and canceled the news events ads. Then David and I went for a day-long ride on his Caponord (motorcycle for two), up to a beautiful area in the Sierra, walked by a healthy river, through meadows, watching the critters and birds...It was glorious. Rejuvenated and relaxed, it was a good day. And much needed.

SCBWI Writer's Retreat

2010-05-25T20:52:00.000-07:00

The SCBWI Novel Immersion Retreat last weekend was great! I met a lot of great people - writers, editors, a delightful agent (Michael Bourret with Dystel & Goderich Literary Mgt), worked on ms. and learned quite a lot. Connected with folks I haven't seen in a long time. All around excellent weekend!

Writers Retreat this weekend - yahoo!

2010-05-18T22:21:00.000-07:00

This weekend I will be attending the northern Nevada Society of Children's Book Writers & Illustrators (SCBWI) Novel Retreat in Tahoe! I'm looking forward to seeing friends there and, of course, meeting new ones - hopefully an editor, agent or both! It's always a very intensive experience attending any writers conference but this one will be even more focused than most, I think. It's all about refining your novel. I'm looking forward to the feedback from the editor or agent who will be critiquing my first pages. That's always a learning experience, too. I probably won't post again until after the weekend. Until then...

YA novel, Amulets of Nanda

2010-05-03T15:15:00.000-07:00

Got back to work on a YA novel I'd started a while ago - "Amulets of Nanda." It's fun to start another book project but also scary. Must keep moving forward, though. Where else?

Feminism - the true stories

2010-04-28T13:40:00.000-07:00

: susanmbotich; April 28th, 13:38; Check out this great talk by Isabel Allende at a TED conference. Right on!

http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/spa/isabel_allende_tells_tales_of_passion.html

The Blood-Red Pencil: Dialogue is Not Necessarily How We Talk

2010-04-23T14:00:00.000-07:00

The Blood-Red Pencil: Dialogue is Not Necessarily How We Talk

The stuff that gets in the way

2010-04-19T16:32:00.000-07:00

Dug trenches over the weekend with hubby and son. Dirty, achy-breaky, sweaty work. Accounting/office work today. Tomorrow, got to restock groceries and run errands. I'm fantasizing about when I'll get to practice some music and write and/or edit my novel, The Dreamer. But it could be worse, so...I'll keep smiling.

Editing vs. writing

2010-04-14T12:14:00.000-07:00

Just finished helping a friend with her ms. Sometimes even the most talented writers need that second pair of eyes. It's a great work, I think, and I really enjoyed wearing the editor's cap for that one. It's an inspiration to see how even a superb work doesn't come out of the gate without some fixin' needs. Like some famous author said, "Writing is truly rewriting."

In honor of National Poetry Month, a poem (a pantoum)

2010-04-10T12:58:00.000-07:00

In honor of National Poetry Month, I thought I'd post one of my poems (a pantoum):

First Spring Rain

As soft as if a sigh,
rain falls on this window,
whispers from the sky,
while finches sing away the snow.

Rain falls on this window
as if a lover's touch,
while finches sing away the snow,
releasing winter's clutch.

As if a lover's touch,
find droplets wash this glass,
releasing winter's clutch
on soil, stem and grass.

Fine droplets wash this glass.
Sprinkles bead then spill
on soil, stem and grass
with mesmerizing skill.

Sprinkles bead then spill
whispers from the sky
with mesmerizing skill
as soft as if a sigh.

Starting a new blog

2010-04-05T12:17:00.000-07:00

I tried doing a blog a couple years ago and never got into the swing of it. I was too busy working as a freelance writer and business partner at the time. I really let it go. So, now I'm going to try it again. We'll see how useful it becomes.