Yes with my newest book, it did exhaust me because of all the research and due to the fact I have a vision problem.
2. How many writing groups do you attend? How does it help your writing?
I am currently with several writing groups. The Inspiring Writers, Authors in the News, and Christian Ebook Writers. Each group is very helpful to me and have helped out a lot by giving me good advice and it has saved me a lot money.
3. Do you want each book to stand alone, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?
My last book, Tales from a Closet has to stand alone because it is fiction and the content is different from my latest book, which is The Legacy of Christ. In turn this book will be linked to a following one.
4. How long have you been writing?
I began in high school but then continued in college although I questioned my ability as I lacked experience. However, after attending a creative writing class, my tutor encouraged me to submit several poems to a contest. I won an award, was named poet of the year and invited to California to read them.
5. What does literary success look like to you?
For me it isn’t just about money but getting myself out there and my message in helping the Westminster Church of Detroit. And hopefully donating to the church.
6. Which is harder to write fiction or non-fiction?
Since I am a fiction writer, I find this easier as non-fiction books can be challenging. That is why it took me eight months to research and write The Legacy of Christ. I feel I was commissioned to write the book.
7. What do your plans for future projects include?
I do plan to write another book but will have to research a lot for it and also to save in order to get it published.
8. What was your hardest scene to write?
For me it was the telling of Christ’s life.
9. How many hours a day/week do you write?
It depends on the story and what information I need but mostly I can write for hours. If I’m working on an ebook it can take up a whole day at a time.
10. How do you select the names of your characters?
When it comes to naming character I go with past experiences, such as ex boy friends.
11. What inspires you?
Life is what inspires me. I love to see the words come to life on paper. life is what inspires me I love to see the words come to life on papper .
12. As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?
I feel like it would be a kitten, or baby bird because they grow to be great bird flying high. I think my work can soar too.
I’m sharing my story of my first visit to Canada – this will be published in my writing group’s Canada 150 special anthology.
My First Taste of Canada by Mandy Eve-Barnett
My first visit to Canada was in the early eighties, a last big vacation before starting up my company, knowing vacations would be impossible for at least a few years while the company grew. I believed, at the time, that it would be a once in a lifetime trip.
Arriving in Edmonton in late July invaded my senses with big city life. A country girl all my life with only occasional trips to London, UK for art galleries, museums and shows, the buzz of the city around me was hard to acclimatize to – the heat, noise, fumes, people and sirens – all assaulted my senses. Added to this was attending the unforeseen wedding ceremony and reception of a distant cousin. My mind became blurred at names and faces of people I had no real knowledge of before that day. Maybe a few too many glass of cheer didn’t help!
The next day my Uncle and Aunt took me on a tour of the city sights, I marveled at the height of the buildings – glass and metal reflected the heat and I quickly became uncomfortable. Air conditioning, an unknown phenomenon until then, was soon my best friend. Large department stores all encased in cool aired malls saved me from heat exhaustion. Fashions, ornaments, accents and manners intrigued and delighted me. An evening meal at a nice restaurant satisfied, but a visit to a local club with a younger cousin was more enlightening than first expected. The club looked like many discos of the era and it took me a while to realize the absence of young men. Not knowing my cousin very well I was wary to ask the obvious question. All was revealed once we sat down and the lights dimmed. One after the other male strippers entertained the all female audience. With a room full of excited and tipsy women the doors opened to the young men who had queued outside waiting on nine o’clock. It was certainly an experience!
My Uncle and Aunt owned a small RV and this was our mode of transport to Vancouver, their home town. Our route would take us through the Rocky Mountains and until I saw those magnificent structures I had no field of reference to their size and magnitude. Used to rolling hills and lush greenery these monoliths in dark steel grey, snow capped and craggy were awe inspiring. Mile upon mile of evergreen firs spread outwards in all directions, rising sharply to the base of the mountains and becoming sparse on the rocky outcrops. Taking it all in was mind blowing; my head turned this way and that at speed trying not to miss a single view, a glimpse of a wild animal or roaring river.
After several hours we took a rest stop in what seemed to me an isolated cabin restaurant overlooking a lake. The food was good, the ability to walk and stretch even more welcome. Just as we were leaving a thundering sound filled the air and the owner of the establishment urged us outside. Fearing something awful was about to happen I stayed close to my Uncle. We stood in awe as an avalanche crashed its way down the mountainside on the far side of the lake. The sound echoed around us, the ground beneath our feet shivered, and our chests felt the shock wave of air as it rushed past. In that moment I understood the absolute power of nature, trees snapped like twigs, huge boulders rolled and were consumed and the landslide of snow and ice crashed into the lake water making a tidal wave. Nothing could stop that power, that motion.
When the last of the avalanche snow slid downwards, we returned into the restaurant by kind invitation of the owner to celebrate with a glass of champagne. He admitted in the fifteen years he had owned the restaurant it was the first avalanche he had seen. We were there no more than an hour and a half and witnessed such a spectacular event. I will always remember the sight and sound of that avalanche it has stayed with me for decades.
Our onward journey was not without more adventure however. The temperature dropped quite significantly as we drove further into the Rocky Mountain range and I huddled under a blanket, peering out at the scenery that changed dramatically as the sky became overcast. Snowflakes began to fall much to my surprise but not to my Uncle and Aunt, who assured me it was common in the higher altitudes. The snow fell heavier and the mountains disappeared under a white curtain. Our reduced speed and burgeoned windshield wipers made me anxious but my Aunt comforted me saying my Uncle had driven in such conditions before. Then there was a sputter, a sudden decrease in speed and then all was quiet. The engine died and I saw my relative’s shoulders tense. Now what? Unfurling a map my Uncle plotted his route and estimated our location.
“There is a hotel around the next bend, if I’m correct on our position. We will make it that far.”
Easing the RV along slowly he inched our way toward the hoped for hotel. At the bend we saw a grey shape materialize and formed into a hotel. Spluttering to the front of the building the RV stalled as if to say my work is done. There were only a couple of vehicles outside the hotel so my Uncle went in to investigate. On his return he advised us the hotel staff were working on a grand opening after a refurbishment and that they were not actually open yet. However, understanding our predicament they made up a couple of rooms for us and one young man helped fix the RV the following morning, allowing us to continue to Vancouver. A place I really loved mainly due to the ocean view and salty air so like home for me.
Canada is now my home and I have come to know a small part of it through incredible road trips with my dear friend, Linda. I will never ‘see’ all of Canada – the continent is just too vast but my experiences and friendships have given me some knowledge of Canada and it’s inhabitants.
I’m too excited to wait so I’m posting this event now! My fellow author pal, Eva Blaskovic and I are having a joint book signing on 8th July at Audrey’s Books, Jasper Avenue, Edmonton 12:00 – 1:00 pm. Everyone is welcome!
Come and see our new and improved novels, get your book signed and ask us questions on the stories or our writing process.
Writing took a backseat this weekend as I helped my daughter move into her new apartment – exhausting but fun, emotional but proud as any mother would be. It is a big step for her and me and now I have an empty nest. There will be a transition and adjustment in the months to come.
My next ‘writing’ event is tomorrow evening when I will be attending at 7 pm-First Five Pages & Avoiding a Saggy Middle in your Novel – this is hosted by Jennifer Snow (http://www.jennifersnowauthor.com/writer-in-residence) who is resident writer in a local bookstore, Audrey’s in Edmonton. I’m looking forward to the evening and learning new concepts.
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HIGH LEVEL LIT: SALON SERIES #2 MAY 31, 2017 AT 6PM MERCURY ROOM (10575 114 St. Edmonton)
In collaboration with Eighteen Bridges Magazine and LitFest Alberta, Edmonton Community Foundation (ECF) presents a Salon Series to highlight the contributors of High Level Lit: Musings on YEG for Canada’s Sesquicentennial.
We’ve chosen 12 writers with a connection to Edmonton to reflect on our city in light of Canada’s 150th and will be featuring these literary heavyweights throughout the year in the High Level Lit Salon Series. In Salon #2, audiences will hear from former Poet Laureate Anna Marie Sewell, LGBT historian and playwright Darrin Hagen, and culinary-culture maven Jennifer Cockrall-King. Hosted by Minister Faust, this is sure to be one of Edmonton’s literary highlights of the year!
Seating will be provided on a first-come basis. Doors open at 5PM, presentations begin at 6PM. Following the presentation, guests are invited to stay for hors d’ouvres and mingling with folks from ECF, LitFest, and the YEG literati!
In October the collection of essays and poetry will be printed as a special anthology in Eighteen Bridges Magazine and launched during LitFest, Canada’s only non-fiction literary festival. Stay tuned for more information on the High Level Lit Series salons throughout 2017.
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Some of you may know I published a chapter book called Ockleberries to the Rescue. Two woodland sprites helps their forest animal friends. It combines my love of the natural world with that of the faerie realm. After the book cover was created a friend told me about a local woodworker who made faerie doors. So using the door as your inspiration, write a poem or story about what magical beings live behind this door.
Enjoy this prompt and leave your response in the comments. 1000 words maximum for a short story. Poems can be any length.
A quarterly prize will be given for the most voted for response.