tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56404866084679895072024-03-13T16:13:11.842-07:00Carol Cassellapersonal truisms about doctoring, writing, and whatever crosses my mindCarol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-53668112715452573382010-09-14T21:28:00.000-07:002010-09-14T21:33:52.597-07:00The Novel: LIVE!Want to figure out how great novelists write novels?? <br />SO DO WE!! <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMwdzCkTA-U">TNL</a>. <br />Be there!Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-17313042245783659532010-09-13T22:28:00.000-07:002010-09-13T22:56:03.856-07:00HEALER Book TourThe book tour for HEALER got off to a roaring start today when I took off my shoes at airport security and stepped in someone's gum. But last night's event at Eagle Harbor Books more than compensated with a group of over 100 readers who love books and love Bainbridge Island's lovely bookstore. The launch party at Elliott Bay Book Company was also filled--a true celebration. Friday night I got be part of Village Book's "Chuckanut Radio Hour" in Bellingham, WA, the Northwest's own Lake Woebegon. HEALER is finding its audience and I am lucky to be meeting some of you. For a glimpse of the press, here is a review from <a href="http://www.bookreporter.com/features/book_bets.asp">Carol Fitzgerald's Reading Group Guide.</a><br /><br /><a href="http://goo.gl/photos/oNQx" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8sio1bfANZU/TI8E6vEwcMI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Qw8UL4bfXQ0/s512/10%2012%3A14%3A42%20AM.jpg" /></a>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-35215602123801626212010-09-04T15:02:00.000-07:002010-09-04T15:02:17.099-07:00Guest Post by Carol Cassella: There's a point to book tours, and it isn't just selling books.... - Village Books Blog<a href="http://villagebooksblogs.typepad.com/village_books_blog/2010/09/guest-post-by-carol-cassella-theres-a-point-to-book-tours-and-it-isnt-just-selling-books.html">Guest Post by Carol Cassella: There's a point to book tours, and it isn't just selling books.... - Village Books Blog</a>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-12056029884479123842010-07-22T21:24:00.000-07:002010-07-22T21:30:14.758-07:00HEALER an Indie Next PickCelebrating!! 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That and realizing that the human brain can actually complete an entire train of thought when it isn't constantly interrupted. By the end of our trip the car was so rank we attracted wildlife with no effort at all! Thanks to the animals that showed up: Black bears, Bull elk, moose, a family of otters, another grizzly and cubs, prairie dogs, a beaver, and the other two-thousand-three-hundred-and-forty-two bison we'd missed earlier. Thanks also to Richard and Jim for the tips that took us to Boiling River, where a thermal spring spills into the Gardner river and you can settle into the clear, rushing water at whatever spot the temperature feels perfect.Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-36152757336157269972010-07-12T18:46:00.001-07:002010-07-15T11:02:48.594-07:00Toast to the American NovelIf you love novels and want to hear an insightful, pointed discussion about this art form and its place in today's culture, sit back with a glass of wine and watch this from Jonathan Evison. (Yes, he mentions me, but I would have linked to it anyway--he's brilliant). <a href="http://www.vimeo.com/12988478">The High Bar<br /></a>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-31066816633736552772010-07-02T15:11:00.000-07:002010-07-02T16:05:28.358-07:00Camping in Yellowstone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sio1bfANZU/TC5wkOC-zyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fXDVt4405HM/s1600/carol-camping.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sio1bfANZU/TC5wkOC-zyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fXDVt4405HM/s320/carol-camping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489448763359416098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Four days with six people sharing a mini van and tent makes for memorable statements. My favorites so far: "Is Lithuanium a gas?" "Is a chimera a lizard or a fast car?" if you don't wear flip flops in the shower you might catch mad cow disease."<br /><br />Collective Forgotten Items: hot pads, cooking utensils, knife, sleeping pad patch kit, can opener, several tiothbrushes, hats, map, rain jacket, shorts, binoculars, phone charger, bathing suit, water bottle. No children left behind so far.<br /><br />Made a great stew in our Dutch oven in the firepit and immersed it in the coals before I realized I had no hot pads. Fortunately a tire iron makes a great pot lid hook. But by the time I had the whole thing figured out and cooked we had toasted and eaten a bag of marmallows and three people were sound asleep.<br /><br />Animal sightings so far: two pika, three marmots, six or seven American white pelicans, elk everywhere, bison everywhere, and most miraculously--a grizzly and her three cubs in a stand off with a wolf and three coyotes over an elk kill. Guess who won?Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-65482623126826884532010-06-11T14:32:00.000-07:002010-06-11T14:42:44.860-07:00Let's Hear it for the HumanitiesIn all the panic about becoming employable, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/08/opinion/08brooks.html?ref=davidbrooks">David Brooks</a> makes a great case for studying the humanities. My advice for my own children's careers? Show up, do your best, and doggedly pursue what fascinates you.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/08/opinion/08brooks.html?ref=davidbrooks"></a>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-63919877409292404762010-05-26T16:59:00.000-07:002010-05-26T17:06:55.000-07:00Keillor on PublishingHave to share this article by <a href="http://articles.baltimoresun.com/2010-05-25/news/bs-ed-keillor-writing-20100525_1_mary-pope-osborne-magic-tree-house-books-read">Garrison Keillor</a>. It pertains to what I am beginning to appreciate: I joined the publishing world at the end of one era and the unfolding of something brand new; unpredictable, exhilarating and scary. While I’m not quite as pessimistic as he is, Keillor’s lingering sentences remind me of summer afternoon walks before I had a cell phone ringing in my pocket and mail delivered every second instead of once a day—with Sundays off. 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And thanks so much to <b style="">Carol Fitzgerald of ReadingGroupGuides.com</b> for her early praise in yesterday’s newsletter: <i style="">“What have I been reading? Well, as you know, I “read ahead” a lot. I just finished Healer by Carol Cassella, which will be out September 7th. Readers may know her from her previous book, Oxygen, which was featured here. Healer is the story of Claire, a woman whose fortune has been changed by some financial decisions her husband made without her knowing. It’s set in the fictional resort town of Hallum where Claire, her husband, and her daughter are forced to move from Seattle to downsize their lives. Claire finds work in a clinic there, where she can use her medical skills as her husband tries to rebuild his career; he had developed a cancer drug that was found to be flawed. I found myself racing to get back to this book, which is always a nice feeling. Cassella develops her characters beautifully and tells their stories so well. She told me a bit about this book when I was in Seattle a few months ago, and I could not wait to get my hands on it. You will enjoy it.”<o:p></o:p></i></p> Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-87152916620128089922009-09-27T12:17:00.001-07:002009-09-27T13:20:44.054-07:00Interview with Bill Kenower--Catching MagicLast month I spoke to Bill Kenower for <a href="http://authormagazine.org/">Author Magazine</a>. Our half-hour conversation was edited into a short segment for <a href="http://www.authormagazine.org/interviews/interview_page_cassella.htm">Author Daily Minute</a>, an online repository of interviews Bill has videoed with a wide variety of talented writers. It isn't often that an interviewer's question teach me more about myself than I knew at the start. Before we met, Bill said he didn't like too much preparation because he enjoys showing the process of thought, catching it on film so viewers can witness the author exploring his or her own thoughts. That turns out to be his magic gift.<div><br /></div><div>Bill is a writer himself--a man clearly in love with the power of words, who thinks deeply about the process of creative writing as well as a slew of other fascinating human dilemmas. Consequently, we not only had one of the best interviews I've ever been involved with, but spent another two hours over lunch discussing parenting, healthcare, politics, publishing, and the endless challenge of translating dreamlike images into printed words that hopefully make some sense to readers. If you love writing and books, Bill's <a href="http://www.authormagazine.org/editors_blog/?p=470">blogposts</a> are worth bookmarking. Rich with insight and wisdom, they are a writing education in themselves. </div>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-14516394233366376782009-08-25T13:33:00.001-07:002009-08-25T13:33:20.435-07:00Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-51886219071715127042009-08-24T20:11:00.000-07:002009-08-24T20:21:52.887-07:00Listening to Readers<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"></p><p class="MsoNormal">I’ve started up a Q & A on Goodreads, (<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/">www.goodreads.com</a>) and anyone visiting this blog is invited to join me there. I sent an email to the people on Goodreads who’d read my book inviting them to give me any feedback on Oxygen. I’ve had some really nice responses, and made a connection with some readers I’d never otherwise meet. But most fascinating to me is the sense I am getting that readers are sometimes reluctant to write freely, telling me whatever they think.</p><p class="MsoNormal">OK, I can sort of get that, because I go all sweaty-palmed and short-of-breath when I get to meet an author I admire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But here’s the thing: without readers there would be no books—or at least no published books. The <i>reader</i> is the client, and I am the service provider. That’s not to say I can take every criticism to heart; indeed letting too much contrary opinion into my writing mind can kill any creative impulses I have. But my own objectivity about my work will always be limited. If I wanted to write in a vacuum, I would have stuck to diaries. If I want to grow as a writer, I need to listen to challenges. And compliments are welcome, too. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There are a thousand reasons to write, and nine hundred and fifty of them are so subliminal I’ll never haul them into the light of day. But one reason I can nail down is the unspoken, even anonymous connection that writing builds within a community of people—the community who choose one particular book over another, because something that intrigued the author enough to spend years developing it also intrigues them. So why, I ask, stop at that secondary level? Why not jet-propel right on into the next reverberation—the reader’s take on it all? </p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have to throw in here, at the risk of sounding gossip-prone, that a movie celebrity once used my health club while he was filming in Seattle. I won’t tell you who he was except to mention that he actually did do his sit ups on a slanted plank from the head down position! Enough said. The guy had a security guard present to be sure none of the regular folks (like me) talked to him. The regular folks who made him rich and famous. Now, rich and famous is not my goal, but at least in that instance I decided NOT to spend the eight dollars to see his next movie.</p><p></p><p></p>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-37046709270161110712009-07-23T20:24:00.000-07:002009-07-23T20:27:41.112-07:00Balancing Life? Hardly!<div>Thank you to Seattle Woman Magazine and Judith Tingly for this article. It tells more truth about this last year than any other interview I've given. Balance? There is no such thing!</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.seattlewomanmagazine.com/articles/july09-6.htm">http://www.seattlewomanmagazine.com/articles/july09-6.htm</a>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-90490138173494342372009-07-23T20:02:00.000-07:002009-07-23T20:17:11.058-07:00The Tent Camping Book Tour<div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sio1bfANZU/Smklwc_VRKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fwA6I8w8UJ8/s1600-h/SDC10041.JPG"><span><span></span></span><span><span></span></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sio1bfANZU/SmklI-4JtAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jAFGWp13doc/s1600-h/SDC10049.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sio1bfANZU/SmklI-4JtAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jAFGWp13doc/s320/SDC10049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361857667608982530" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">It's no surprise to anyone interested in books that publishing has taken a huge hit in this economic mess. Big book tours are a rare treat for the biggest stars. I was hugely surprised and honored that Simon & Schuster sent me on a smaller tour for the release of OXYGEN as trade paperback. But I wanted to visit a few more of the fabulous independent bookstores here in the Northwest that I could reach without a plane ticket and hotel room—four children do not travel cheaply. So, we combined a mini-book tour with a family camping vacation—proving that six people <i>can</i> share one tiny tent (with a strategic smudge of flavored chapstick under your nose), and you <i>can</i> use an electric curling iron in a campground bathroom (when the line is not too long). Note that I almost never appear in any family photos, since I’m usually the only one who willing to stop for pictures. </p>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-11933468289001705712009-07-14T16:45:00.000-07:002009-07-21T16:46:13.954-07:00Why I Love Book ClubsWell, at last a new blog entry—a link to a blog I just posted for Reading Group Guides. I was offered the chance to write a short entry on any topic related to reading groups, and I immediately knew what I wanted to say, (not always true for me!): both a thanks to the groups I’ve already met with, and an affirmation that talking to book groups is the single best way to bring see a book through all the stages of its life. I’m linking to it here (scroll to June 29, 2009): <a href="http://www.readinggroupguides.com/blog/archives/2009_06_01_archives.asp">ReadingGroupGuides</a>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-22445905354766174112009-03-16T16:45:00.000-07:002009-07-21T16:45:32.568-07:00Two Perspectives<div class="entry"> <p><a href="http://carolcassella.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/la_recesion_en_usa.wmv" title="La Recesion en USA">La Recesion en USA</a></p> <p>Came across this video recently. Too funny! But then I watched it from across the border. Could almost be a trailer for my next novel.</p> </div>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-50496533430394006182008-10-28T16:44:00.000-07:002009-07-21T16:44:59.059-07:00Please, Don't Publish My Nightmares<div class="entry"> <p>Well, I feel really sad for anyone who has been opening this page looking for a fresh blog. Life has gotten so busy I am more amazed at what gets accomplished than what falls off the list. But that might be good, right? Oh, <em>please</em> tell me that might be good! </p> <p>I had this dream last night. Now, this was not an MLK kind of dream about equality or freedom. This was a night terror—the kind that is so real you wake up searching the bedcovers for damning evidence—blood, maybe. In the dream it was two AM; screams and crashes were reverberating from the kitchen. I stumbled downstairs and found my older twins making a cake—flour and butter and sugar and egg shells covered the floor, the counters, the stove, and both of their pajama-clad bodies. Every light in the house was blazing—my younger twins were in the living room playing Cranium Cadoo and listening to NSYNC. I wandered around the house in a panic until I found my husband on his computer, cruising Craig’s list ads. And I asked him . . . OK, I shouted at him: <em>Why is everybody awake at two AM on a school night?? </em>And he answered me, cool as cream cheese: <em>Geez, is it that late? Couldn’t tell you!</em> When I went back upstairs I discovered that someone had stolen my bed. Only a pile of cold sheets lay wadded on the floor. So, I curled into a knot and tried to sleep—the alarm was set for 4AM because I had to get to the hospital by 6.</p> <p>I guess this dream would be scary for any mom, but for me it morphed into a night terror because it is way too close to what actually goes on around here! One cause of the nightmare could be pinned on the Ecuadoran tortillas I had been frying up with my son at 10 PM for his Spanish class project. The fat in one of those things (think hush puppies stuffed with mozzarella cheese) makes Big Macs look like watercress. There’s more of a learning curve to making stuffed potato patties than you might guess—by the end of the first batch the kitchen ceiling was splatted with oil and mashed potatoes had been ground into every crevice between the floor boards. Somebody’s irreplaceable hand-written homework essay had been artfully grease-stained, and there was a raucous fight going on about it. I finally popped in some ear plugs and collapsed into bed, ignoring the laundry flooding down the hallway, generously laced with a box of spilled cat food. All in all, I think the dream was better than the reality. </p> <p>But good stories need irony, and the irony here is that just the day before this the <em>Seattle Sunday Times</em> had printed a lovely article about me and my family, based on an interview I had given a month or so earlier. You can link to it here:<a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/pacificnw/2008274557_pacificportrait19.html"> seattletimes.nwsource.com.</a> I bought six copies to ship off to my parents and sisters! The journalist and photographer did such a great job it made me want to be friends with myself! Who is this woman who holds down a responsible job, raises her kids, writes novels, and apparently actually does the laundry and sorts the mail? How could this reporter have printed only half the story—the competent half—and turned such a considerately blind eye to the gritty truth? </p> <p>Oh, that’s right—she never actually came in my house! </p> </div>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-69571453994023391142008-07-31T16:43:00.000-07:002009-07-21T16:44:20.697-07:00Fifteen Minutes of Fame? Well...<div class="entry"> <p>A friend at the hospital heard I was a newly published novelist and asked me if I would be calling in too “Rich and Famous” to work soon. After all, I am on a book tour! I have just published a novel! </p> <p>Published a novel?? Me?? Who would have dreamed it when I was slogging away in our grungy basement, or local coffee shops with the same fantastical self-image as any middle-aged mother who suddenly decides to reinvent themselves? Was this novelist thing any less outrageous than suddenly taking up yodeling or body piercing? I told my her that I would be happy merely to call in “Out of Debt and Keeping my Same Old Friends.”</p> <p>Unanticipated as it is, it has been a bit miraculous to be on a book tour, finally holding in my own disbelieving hands the weighty, hard back product of a decade’s worth of silent musing. If I may confess it to this anonymous audience, the only event to surpass this so far is the birth of my twins. Even my wedding paled. (Sorry, sweetie!) </p> <p>In my fleeting fifteen minutes of fame, I can admit that it has been glorious, and the cause of many deep and soulful blushes, but also comfortingly real. I still look in the mirror after a signing and realize I have lipstick smudged on my front tooth, and I still come home to the same piles of dirty dishes and smelly socks, and my children are thoroughly bored with the whole escapade. Surprisingly, that only makes me more certain they love me for my mediocre cooking and lung-collapsing hugs. </p> <p>So I am happy to wallow in this fifteen minutes of fame, all the while recognizing that–just like Andy Warhol, the originator of that sweeping anointment–I too shall die and a million more will rise up to replace me. They are nipping at the edges of the bookstore shelves right now, ready to bump me from face-out to spine-out. But I even like that somehow. More books to read in my own future! More reason to keep writing!</p> <p>In the middle of my tour I ran out of copies of Oxygen and wanted to buy some as gifts. I went to my the nearest big box bookstore, grabbed three off a table and plopped them on the counter.</p> <p>“Do you have a discount card?” the perky young clerk asked. I gave her my number and she stated my name to verify. She asked for my credit card and photo ID, repeating my name each time, clearly drilled by her manager not to let any identity frauds slip through on her watch. She looked at the cover of my novel and I waited, almost shyly, for her to congratulate me on being the author. “Gee,” she said at last. “I’ve seen this book around a lot lately.” I smiled and started to thank her. Then she continued, “Do you know anything about it?” </p> <p>She handed me my bag and I shook my head. “I just liked the cover.” Next time, though, I just might flip to the author photo on the flap when she asks for my ID. If I’m feeling bold.</p> <p>Also Posted on FreshFiction.com at http://freshfiction.com/blog/2008/07/carol-cassella-rich-and-famous.html</p> </div>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-36427510716949744192008-07-25T16:42:00.000-07:002009-07-21T16:42:57.726-07:00The Family Vacation--You've Been There<div class="entry"> <p>I am vacationing in the mountains of Colorado with my family, the first true break we have taken in six months. It has been a grueling spring—I have been prepping for my first ever book tour, trying to fish my new novel out of the fast moving river launching my recently released novel, and still practicing anesthesia. My husband is finishing up two houses and taking care of his elderly father. Trader Joe’s is a dinner staple and the kids are rotating KP. To put it bluntly, nobody’s mopping the floors or scrubbing the bathtubs. We need this break.</p> <p>Now, the one downside to this writing thing is that there really is no break. Your hands may not be on the keyboard every minute but, rather like gestation, if a new novel is in the making, your writing mind is fully occupied and your fingers are itching. The fact that you are always in working mode is definitely mitigated by the requisite writing wardrobe—a bathrobe and coffee-stained Uggs—but I think I’ve given up any memory of a real summer vacation. Oh well, it’s not like motherhood comes with actual time off either. </p> <p>So the beckoning anticipation I’ve been conjuring for this mountain getaway is time to write: time just after dawn when everyone else is still puffing away in breathless dreams at this unfamiliar altitude, or after dinner when they are all locked in games of Cranium and Apples to Apples and I can sneak away to a back bedroom with my laptop. I want time inside a house that does not require my attention, with no desk covered with unpaid bills and unanswered mail, with no yard to weed or laundry to sort. </p> <p>We tuck in that first night and I have to force myself not to think about the first words I want to put on the LCD screen in seven or eight hours. Maybe I will dream about the ending to the novel that I don’t yet know. My eyes open at first light and I look at the clock—only five, at least one more hour to go. Now it is six and I slip out from the comforter without waking my husband, pull on the bathrobe and start scooping coffee grounds into the filter. </p> <p>Then I hear it. Every mother knows it. The low groan followed by the crescendo of a retch—and no, it’s not the dog. I drop the bag of coffee into the sink and I’m in the back bedroom before last night’s dinner can hit the floor. The next eight hours will be spent rinsing pans and washcloths and rocking this child to sleep whenever he can. And then another child will have incubated this virus to personal maturity and we can start again. Another novel put on hold. Another vacation memory made.</p> </div>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-86366293518217549492008-06-27T16:43:00.000-07:002009-07-21T16:43:40.502-07:00Blog Fodder at Last--The Book Tour<div class="entry"> <p>OK. The secret is out. I do not have this blogging thing down yet. </p> <p>I came across an article that said I should blog at least once a week or it isn’t worth the effort. Worth it to whom, I wanted to ask? Are you now going to tell me, just like my kids, that I am hopelessly behind the times in music and fashion, too? At least I know what a blog is (I think.) </p> <p>So let that stand as my apology for anyone logging into my website hoping for regularly scheduled glimpses into my life. Trust me, my life is pretty mundane, filled with carpooling and rotated leftovers and cleaning out the cat box that every child swears is not their assigned chore. </p> <p>This month, though, I indeed have news to blog about! For my fleeting fifteen minutes of fame, I have been on a book tour, and it has truly been life changing. Not because of any briefly blinding spotlight, and not because I had the best-ever excuse to redo my make-up and buy some new clothes, and not because I got the luxurious excuse to order room service breakfast in bed on my publisher’s dime (or twenty, as it ended up). The life change came from scanning the faces in every audience and discovering dozens that are too familiar: someone I went to grade school with, someone who knows my parents or lived next door to us when I was ten. someone who taught me English in high school or drove one of my own carpools, studiously ignoring our girl-gossip while they absorbed every word. People I have not seen or spoken to in decades came to my readings in every city. Half of them probably had to drive longer to get there than my talk lasted, and we didn’t even serve food. I could not hope for more at my own funeral!</p> <p>So what is it that brought so many friends, and many strangers too, into a bookstore on these blue summer days? Much of this support is personal, I know—the same collective generosity that brings us out to weddings and baby showers and birthdays that end in a zero. There are moments the signing line comes to a standstill because I am near tears.</p> <p>But the volume of congratulations goes beyond me, I believe. After all, most of these friends could not have read Oxygen yet—it is too new. Besides, I worked the same number of years on my medical degree, but only my near and dear family dragged themselves to that walk. </p> <p>There has to be a more universal element at play. I wonder if it is the power of the printed book and the value it still holds for us as a culture—the legacy of a story-telling animal, a trail straight to the cogs of the Gutenberg press. The National Book Award ceremony may never get the Oscar-level prime time that makes people opt for a frozen TV dinner, but it seems we do still honor writers. Maybe my homebound book tour put human flesh on the words “published author” for these friends; a chance to talk to the story telling voice we hear with every novel we read. It makes me want to drop my home cooked dinner plans and rush out for the next book signing event at my local bookstore.</p> </div>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-35357490747537605512008-06-02T16:12:00.000-07:002009-07-21T16:13:33.930-07:00Lost in Books at BEA<div class="entry"> <p>I have just left Los Angeles and my first experience with Book Expo of America. In case you are afraid that the age of the printed, cardboard and paper book is dying out, and Americans have given up on pressed ink and turnable pages, one hour on the Book Expo exhibitors’ floor will re-Kindle your hopes for Guttenberg’s 600 year old legacy. </p> <p>While the digital media on display was impressive (snapping at the heels of the amalgamating publishing houses), the breathtaking quantity of three dimensional books being pumped out every year is still astonishing. It was, in fact, a book collector’s orgy, with freebies on every table and authors in every aisle. If I come back next year, I will know to bring along an empty suitcase to transport my free library home.</p> <p>I caught myself roaming the booths with a ridiculous, mesmerized smile on my face. Expo is a coliseum—two coliseums in fact—crammed full of people who revere books. It goes a long way toward making me feel less anachronistic in this Internet, People Magazine and cell phone dominated era. Writers—sometimes sexy, but often old, out-of-shape and unattractive—are the heroes here. Take that ESPN and Reality TV and Universal Studios! Descriptive voice, character development, page-turning plot and language reign as the idols in this bubble.</p> <p>As a writer myself, though not in the hero league, I have always walked around with ceaseless narration ricocheting around in my brain. It gets quite noisy—almost intrusive, to tell the truth. Now, for all I know a lot of people do this, but I’d bet my career that every writer tolerates the same unvoiced cacophony. At Book Expo I couldn’t help wondering how this collective unconsciousness might shake up the world’s imagination, if we could only figure out a way to pipe that mental noise over the speaker system.</p> <p>As I count down to the release date for my first novel, after four years of writing and rewriting and rewriting, BEA was a numbing reminder that about two hundred and fifty thousand other authors are also tussling for a spot in this year’s line up. Should I send Oprah my cell phone number, do you think??</p> <p>On the other hand, how comforting to know that even if the Kindle or its like bumps books aside with the same lightening speed that the home computer eclipsed the IBM Selectric, in my lifetime I will never run out of the ruffling weighty pages of a good book—no batteries required.</p> </div>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-69931744482000888312008-04-17T16:11:00.000-07:002009-07-21T16:12:55.986-07:00Yes, But Is it Art?<div class="entry"> <p>I am sitting with my thirteen year old son in a café. I am writing, he is hijacking a nearby wireless signal to work on a computer graphics program called Blender. We are both creating personal art on our laptops. </p> <p>I am a writer. I am also a doctor, but today, away from the hospital I am the novelist. Thus far my son has not read my novels. Not that the content is necessarily too old for him, but I’ve suspected the pace would feel too slow, the sentences too long. My words would need to lasso the zip and zing of the objects he crashes through walls and flings around curlicue tracks, and—frankly—they cannot compete. I write for a different age group, maybe a different generation. He may grow up to my words, but he is decidedly growing up in the graphic world he is bringing to life using different media. </p> <p>My son likes to read—Lois Lowry, Lemony Snickett. Rowling, of course. Once a book has grabbed him, I have to push food in front of his face to keep him from starving. But, to my frustration, anything that flickers on a screen clenches him like the tenacious Jaws of Life at a bad car accident scene, (which would come in handy for some of his favorite video games). I fought it for years: timers, computer locks, Internet controls, star charts and earned points. We own no X-boxes or Playstations or Wiis. Would you stock cocaine in your cabinets it you lived with an addict? </p> <p>“Please, can I load a C ++ programming compiler onto your work computer?” He begs his dad. No need to tell you the response, given that Dad just spent two days reformatting a crashed computer discovered frozen on Addicting Games.com.</p> <p>The other night, after another round of limit-setting battles, he pled to download a physics engine onto the ancient and persnickety laptop that he rescued just before I hauled it off to the recycler. “A physics engine?” I asked. He looked at me like any explanation would be too complicated for my aging brain to wrap around, determining me hopelessly uneducable in the advanced calculations required to crash a cart into a stack of blocks. It is, after all, tricky to build a 3-D roller coaster game on a last generation laptop that your parents only allow you to use for one hour a day. But like all artists, the pressure inside of him to create has found its outlet, despite parental barriers and prejudice.</p> <p>At the café table, I pause in my struggle over adjectives and plot, and look over at his screen. A Coke can is tumbling down a hill with as much verisimilitude as I’ll ever describe using a dictionary or thesaurus. I wonder if a PET scan would show the same fiery lights in identical segments of both our brains at this moment. </p> <p>As a doctor, I can’t help but revel in the infinite variety of output the human imagination generates, endlessly evolving and expressing the world, brand new everyday. But as a writer, I can’t let my own passion for printed words lapse in my children, and I will continue to fill their bookshelves and try to teach them the cursive that schools seem to eschew in this era of email and Google. I still insist on hand written thank you notes. </p> <p>After we get home, my mother calls me to commend my son’s recent letter to her. “Did you read this before he sent it?” she asks.</p> <p>“No, why? Is it just totally illegible?”</p> <p>“He wrote it in C ++ programming language.”</p> </div>Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5640486608467989507.post-875131990716700502008-04-12T16:09:00.000-07:002009-07-21T16:10:41.444-07:00Hello fans!Welcome to my blog. This is where I hope to create a dialogue with my readers who, unfortunately, I never get to meet, or talk to.Carol Cassellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13766070910361781692noreply@blogger.com0