Mom's Book Release
How cool is this? My mom has been writing poetry for some time and after winning a string of major poetry awards a couple of years ago, she thought it might be fun to get her work published. After all the negotiations with publishers, firing her agent and figuring out how to get it done without the middleman, it's finally done. The book was released today through Barnes & Noble, Borders and, of course, Amazon. Her poetry is written in ordinary language and she writes about everything from her cats and grandchildren to politics to growing up wishing her abusive mother was dead. It's all about the human condition and is a roller coaster ride of a read. I know because Mom gave me an autographed copy weeks ago.
I just talked to Mom on the phone and she sounded ecstatic. Of course she gave me permission to plug her book here. Go buy a copy - make a little old white-haired cancer survivor on oxygen's day.
I am so proud of her.
6 comments:
That is a wonderful accomplishment - kudos to your Mom !
Ordered it, Dr. Shedevil, and looking forward to reading it :)
That is awesome! I'm going to get my copy right now. I always wished I could write poetry. I'm not brave enough.
Awwww, thanks y'all!
Oh my Goodness! Butterfly - what an awesome tribute to you that was. "A quirky, kind intelligent child." I can so picture that. I must know, is the Chance Meeting one about you and The Man? I loved, loved, loved the Hurricane Katrina retelling as a fairytale. I love retellings of fairy tales in general. As you can tell, it arrived yesterday and I promptly devoured it. Good stuff. Such plain langauge and stark imagery. Congrats to your mom on a job well done! Are any of those pics of The Girl? That baby in the basket of flowers wearing the sunglasses was too darn cute! Hee.
brunhilda,
I am so thrilled that you liked my book, "Though Clouded Eyes"! If you would like it autographed, please let me know at pooch48@sbcglobal.net. The Girl is in the basket and the baby in the puddle, too. "Chance Meeting" is about my husband and me. (wasted 30 years with a selfish, self-centered, runs with bleach blond bartending bimbos jerk!)
Ah. Say no more. I had a bouncer in a bar for 12 years. Did the same to me. **sigh** Regardless, it was a beautiful poem. I'd love to have my copy autographed. I'll shoot you an e-mail. I just knew that baby had to be The Girl. Too cute.
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