Random things learned this trip:
– The cliche is that Americans will speak English louder when someone doesn’t understand them. The truth is that Italians will speak longer. We have had full 40 minute discussions with people in Italian where we occasionally remind them that we have no idea what they are saying and they just keep talking. We spent at least a half an hour with this great guy who made copper pans who I believe told us all about how he made them. Or he talked about politics or his favourite movies- I actually have no idea.
– You don’t know fear until your GPS conks out while doing 130 down an Italian highway. Its last words, in 200 meters you will….. Thankfully it eventually kicked back on and we were back in business.
– You know in driver’s ed when they said to leave a few car lengths between you and the car in front of you? In Italy if you don’t fill that space someone will fill it for you. At great speed.
– Returning a rental car was actually the hardest part about driving. The place where we returned it had an address that the building backed onto, but there was no actual entry. Also no sign. Technically, there was a sign, but it was behind a bush and fence, thus making finding the car rental place… an adventure.
– Venice is almost beyond description. Today we went to a bar that DH’s grandparents went to in 1966. I doubt it has changed much- minus the prices.
– Last night we went on a pub crawl. One place has been business since 1462. Not even making that up.
– Today we had lasagna that made me realize I’ve been making it wrong all these years. There may have been moaning while at dinner.
There are times in a marriage when you know why you married the person you did. When you are reminded of how you swooned when you first met them. Yesterday was one of those days.
We drove in Italy.
By we, I mean Bob drove while I watched. I am a nervous driver at the best of times and I tend to get anxious when I don’t know where I’m going. I’m fairly sure driving here would kill me. Yet, DH remained calm and in good spirits as our GPS gleefully called out things like stay to the left, now right, now left, and we wove in and out of traffic that seemed to pay no attention to speed limits, lanes, or generally understood traffic laws.
Then my impression hit new levels when we hit a smaller town. We came to the end of a very narrow road on a very steep hill with our GPS advising we turn right. Clutch squealing from the incline we roar around the corner and find ourselves- on what I was 99.9% sure was a sidewalk.
I based this sidewalk guess on the fact that there were no street signs, the width of the area was roughly that of our car (had I rolled down the window I could have reached into the shops and selected items), and the area was completely covered with pedestrians.
Me: Are we on a sidewalk?
DH: I don’t think so. (pauses) maybe.
Unlike me who was horrified to find ourselves in this situation, DH cruised merrily along looking for a place to turn off smiling at the locals as we bumped down the cobbles. We determined this was a road as no one seemed appalled to see us there, and in fact you practically had to nudge them out of the way with your bumper (a bit like sheep) to get them to clear a path.
Then we came to a stoplight. However, it was a stoplight in the middle of a street (no cross street.) We waited for a second and then determined it must not mean anything.
HA! What it means is that the road up ahead is so narrow that it allows only one car traveling each way at a time. We pulled out into a driveway while the passing driver indicated his displeasure at us with an angry toot of the horn, until we got the green light and went on our way. Lesson learned- the lights always mean something.
Then we got to our hotel. A Palazzo cut into the city walls with commanding views of the valley below. And there was wine. And the drive was worth it. And I remembered that I married him for many good reasons.
Having an amazing time and will share all the details eventually, but until then enjoy this as I did.
I’m super excited to be a part of the Contemporary YA Scavenger Hunt and be hosting Jayne Robin Brown and her fabulous new book NO PLACE TO FALL. Be sure to read the interview and then check out the giveaway!
1) Tell us a behind the scenes story of your book, No Place To Fall. (This could be how you came up with the idea, something interesting you discovered while writing it, a funny story of the publication process etc.)
Hmmm. Hard to pick just one. But I’ll tell you, the genesis of the opening scenes at the hiker barn were a direct result of me eavesdropping on two students. Though I will say that loosely, because they were telling this NSFW story in a decidedly non-whisper. So loud in fact I had to fuss at them to be more discrete as there were freshmen in the class that didn’t need to be hearing about their mess. This story kind of morphed from a known party cabin for local high school students into a barn used by through hikers on the Appalachian Trail as an overnight shelter. Now I tell my students to be careful what they say out loud because it might end up in a novel!
2) The book is about “good girl” Amber. Were you a good girl growing up?
I was a pretty good girl. Like Amber I really wanted to do the right thing for the people I loved and often acted as a peacemaker among my friends. But I also had a bit of a wild streak toward the end of high school. Luckily, I was blessed with an innocent face and a high level of self-protectiveness so never really got in trouble for my lapses in solid judgment.
3) Do you think it is easier to be the good girl or the bad girl?
I think that has a lot to do with your parents. If you have super strict parents, I think it would be harder to be a good girl than a bad girl. Personality no doubt factors in as well. Are your rebellious by nature? Or easy going? Some people really don’t like getting in trouble. Some people love to stir the pot. I don’t think there’s one easy answer.
4) Amber is a singer, which given that when I sing it sounds like someone standing on a hamster this is a skill that really impresses me. Do you have talent in this area? Any other artist talent? Just how do you spend your time when you aren’t writing?
LOL. Standing on a hamster. That’s excellent :).
The rest of my non-writing/teaching time, of which there’s not much, is spent hiking with my dogs or riding one of my four Morgan horses. Though my riding time is so limited these days my horses think they’re retired!
5) What do you like best about writing? What do you like least?
Best – getting to know my characters and finding the true heart of my stories. Least – the murkly middles of a first draft.
6) What are you working on next?
I’m currently working on a contemporary that is loosely based on an old novel and more recent movie called Cold Comfort Farm with a bit of Dreamer thrown in. It’s about Charlotte Bouchard, a teenager who’s spent her life shuttling from high profile executive apartment to apartment with her successful globe-trotting mother, but Charlotte longs to experience a taste of real American high school life. So she moves to her mother’s childhood home in Kentucky to live with extended family on a failing Thoroughbred breeding farm. It’s not quite what she’s imagined it would be. More manure, less apple pie, including the one thing she’s known to avoid her entire life, a sweet-talking Cajun boy. So far it’s been a bunch of fun to write!
Giveaway Click the link below to be entered:
When Amber learns about an audition at the North Carolina School of the Arts, she decides that her dream—to sing on bigger stages—could also be her ticket to a new life. Devon’s older (and unavailable) brother, Will, helps Amber prepare for her one chance to try out for the hypercompetitive arts school. But the more time Will and Amber spend together, the more complicated their relationship becomes . . . and Amber starts to wonder if she’s such a good girl, after all.
Then, in an afternoon, the bottom drops out of her family’s world—and Amber is faced with an impossible choice between her promise as an artist and the people she loves. Amber always thought she knew what a good girl would do. But between “right” and “wrong,” there’s a whole world of possibilities. Read more »
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One of my favourite events of the year is almost here! I’ll be at the Surrey International Writer’s Conference this week. If you are there be sure to stop me and say hello. Here’s to a week filled with good books, lots of writing talk and good friends (old and new.)
Is there anything better than talking books? I think not.
FOREIGN EXCHANGE is out TODAY!
Denise Jaden’s new young adult novel, FOREIGN EXCHANGE, is officially
Here’s a little more about the book:
has always played it safe. That is, until her live-for-the-moment best
friend, Tristan, jets off to Italy on a student exchange program. Left alone
with her part-time mother and her disabled brother, Jamie discovers that she
is quite capable of taking her own risks, starting with her best friend’s
hotter-than-hot older brother, Sawyer. Sawyer and Tristan have been
neighbors for years, but as Jamie grows closer to the family she thought she
knew, she discovers some pretty big secrets.
As she sinks
deeper into their web of pretense, she suspects that her best friend may not
be on a safe exchange program at all. Jamie sets off to Europe on a class
trip with plans to meet up with Tristan, but when Tristan stops all
communication, suddenly no one seems trustworthy, least of all the one
person she was starting to trust-Sawyer.
This past weekend was busy here at Chez Cook. Friday night DH and I went for dinner and then to see GONE GIRL. I loved that book with a white hot passion so I was excited to see the movie. Loved it. You will too assuming you enjoy twisted people. I also wouldn’t see it right before getting married. It’s not a great endorsement for the marital state. On the upside if you are married you are left thinking “hey, we’re doing pretty good in comparison.”
Saturday was Knit City. A huge yarn/knitting event here in Vancouver. Lots of yarn venders, classes etc. Tons of people wandering around stroking skeins of wool (and other fibers including yak). One woman looked at me wide eyed and a bit giddy and declared: This is like Disney World only softer.”
Saturday night was hockey and Sunday was filled with friends and board games.
I need a weekend to recover from my weekend. Alas, that isn’t going to happen.