Scribblings

Telling you about Survivor, the action memoir I wrote for actor, director, and producer Reza Fazeli, may prove dangerous. After all, I used a pseudonym on the book's cover because terrorists murdered his son in England. They felt justified: Reza's anti-regime videos mocked their sacred cows. When investigators traced the bomb back to a high ranking official in his native country, two governments had to combine efforts to spirit Reza out of England. (Maybe if I don't mention the name of the offending country, they won't come after me with guns or bombs. The way things are heating up over there, the threats of nuclear weapons...well, that should give you a hint.)

Survivor's full of murder, mayhem, and miracles--though Reza won't call them that. Amazon carries the English version. It was under contract with a foreign publisher (again, not naming the country) for the translation when Reza died in April 2009. I was fortunate to have known him and his family. 



                                   

                                                     Here's the cover
 
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What else?

Several novels clog my hard drive or lie dormant on floppies. A few years ago, I wrote the first book of a fun series called Two From Isaac's House. A partial won the Alpha Award for best new fiction at the Sandy Cove Writers Conference. The three acquisitions editors said, send it. I said it's not CBA. They wrote back and said, yep, you're right. You ever write for the CBA, let us know.

Well, that sample also got me invited to the Napa Writers Conference. On my return, Reza hired me to write his book, which took a chunk out of my life. A Western woman working with a Middle Eastern alpha male? He was always right. I was always wrong. If I hadn't believed in the story, I'd have waved good-bye after the first three chapters. But I stuck it out, then hired an editor--male--who seconded my advice. That time Reza listened.  

With Survivor off my computer and into Reza's hands, I began crafting the story of a woman who can't cope with overwhelming guilt.

SAILING OUT OF DARKNESS, NOT UNLESS IT'S FOREVER, ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS, and.....

Sailing out of Darkness is the story of one woman's plunge into guilt and her crawl--or rather, sail--out of it. Oh, Sam doesn't literally sail out. But it's on board her small skipjack, the Alice II,  that Sam drops her guard and commits an act that will trigger bloodshed and revenge--against her and against her boat. And it's on board a battered Alice that Sam finally confronts the elements and makes peace with herself and with God.  (You can read the first chapter by clicking on the Sample link to the left.)

Enter an agent I believed in because of her enthusiasm. Exit same agent after a couple of years of promises and enthusiasm but no action. Now I have signed with Terry Burns of Hartline Literary Agency who will try to market Not Unless It's Forever and the two I'm working on using some of the same characters.

Set in Beaufort, NC, Not Unless It's Forever is also full of sailing and fun folk. I've plunged into the revision stage of a sequel that picks up some of the secondary characters in Beaufort and introduces a few others. Also in the works is one called On a Night Like This, which began as I faced my first storm on board Sea Venture -- alone. Of course, none of the adventures that have my characters in a tizzy happened to us. But they could have.

A story about my aunt, Sara Meadows, who lived with me for nine years until her death at age 90, brought my writing to the attention of an editor at a sailing magazine who has asked for more. I'll pursue that when I find the time away from blogging and novel writing. See link under Scribblings at left:  A Sailing Odyssey

Are you at all curious about miracles and such? If so, Samuel's Story may interest you. It is also linked at left.

If you would like to get in touch with me to chat about writing, sailing, or anything else on your mind, drop me a line at normandie at seaventure dot us, putting the symbols in where they're needed. Spam has invaded too much of our lives, hasn't it? I'll get back to you when we come within shouting distance of Wifi. You can also leave a comment on my blog.
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