Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Discovering Mrs. Standhope
Tue, August 13, 2013 | link
I had received criticism that two of my characters, an English couple
named Mr. and Mrs. Standhope, were too formulaic and only existed as a vehicle to advance the mazzeri subplot in the story.
I hoped that at Oxford I would meet an English couple who could provide inspiration for more memorable and essential characters.
And did I ever. Only it was just "Mrs. Standhope" that I met. One of my classmates, Marjorie, an outspoken, sassy,
witty, and slightly "daft" (but in the nicest, more endearing way) Englishwoman, turned out to be the very essence
of the character I had hoped to create. And she has agreed to help me with dialogue and description to make "Mrs. Standhope"
into a version of herself. Mr. Standhope is off to the dust bin along with Marjorie's ex! I know that my readers will take
as much delight in her as I did if I can get her properly translated onto the page.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Too Much Imagination
Mon, August 12, 2013 | link
In all my years of taking writing classes and being critiqued,
Jonathan Miles was the first to suggest that I had "too much imagination". As a result, I throw in irrelevant or
superfluous information, get too wordy, explain too much, and don't let the reader the privilege of drawing his or her own
conclusions. So that was my task as I went through the week at Oxford. To pare down, keep to the essentials, and STOP explaining
On the way home on the plane I was
reading "The Paris Wife", the novel about the wife of Hemingway. The author has a scene where Hemingway meets Gertrude
Stein and Ezra Pound. Stein has read one of his stories and said it was not to her liking. She says, "Three sentences
about the color of the sky. The sky is the sky and that's all. Strong declarative sentences, that's what you do best. Stick
to that...When you begin over, leave only what is truly needed." Pound gives Hemingway similar advice, "Cut everything
superfluous. Go in fear of abstractions. Don't tell readers what to think. Let the action speak for itself." Of course,
I'd heard such advice before, even from my reading of Stephen King's "On Writing", but it sunk in this time. So
I will begin over keeping that advice in the forefront of my mind.
Home, Jet Lagged, and Catching Up
Mon, August 12, 2013 | link
I have been home for 5 days now and just beginning to catch up
with sleep, finances, laundry. In kind of a fog from the jet lag although sleep hours are back to normal. I feel like I want
to continue to blog and post about the trip in retrospect, from my notes and memories.
Our time in Saint Maximim was filled with solving transportation problems, getting Aveline started in
her day-long French school, which she loves, and trying to do some sightseeing with the baby in tow while Aveline was at school.
Every evening we took a swim in the lovely in-ground pool at our home exchange house, fed the kids dinner, ate a leisurely
French dinner ourselves (my daughter and myself), and then collapsed into bed to get ready for the next day.
We took day trips with the baby. The first to Cassis where I took a dip in the Mediterranean,
which had turned suddenly cold a few days prior, had a fabulous lunch of their famous moules et frites (a huge bucket of mussels
in a lobster and red pepper bisque sauce--yummy!), and walked the waterfront. I had been there before and it's just as relaxing
Another day we headed 150 km to Digne Les Bains for
the Lavendar Festival. We discovered that the "festival" consisted mostly of a big parade with floats and bands
and the street lined with tables so everyone could have lunch before the parade started. Aveline just loved it. My favorite
was the band in traditional costumes all on bikes! They kept perfect formation with one hand on the handlebars and one on
their instruments. Quite the sight!
A third trip was to my all-time
favorite restaurant on the terrace of the Logic du Gutteur in Les Arcs sur L'Argens (north of Saint Tropez). Fabulous food
(you can drool over the food on photo page). The last time we went (with my daughter, son-in-law, and his mother) we had arrived
late, but Maggie, with her excellent French had talked the chef into staying and preparing lunch for us and a waitress stayed
on as well to serve us. This time we arrived on time and it was just as fabulous as before. Tres cher--but what the heck!
Then on another day we traveled to the Abbaye du Thornonet and after
visiting that ancient place had lunch at the Logis du Thoronet--equally elegant. A salad with duck gizzards, smoked duck,
and foie gras to die for followed by a scrumptious filet in a rich mushroom sauce. The French certainly know how to do food.
Before I headed to the Marseille airport to head home, Maggie talked
me into visiting the Basillica in Saint Maximin. I was glad I did. It's quite beautiful and like many Catholic churches in
Europe has a crypt purported to be the resting place of Mary Magdalene. I wrote and performed a dramatic portrayal of her
years ago so it was interesting to see the relic they have.
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Best laid plans of mice and men....
Wed, July 31, 2013 | link
And here I thought I would have time to blog every day, maybe every
other day. But...NO! The last days at Oxford were incredibly busy--finishing my major assignment for the week, meeting individually
with my tutor, and, of course, keeping up my new friendships--Julie from England, Gudrun from Norway, Charelle from Netherlands,
Nada from South Carolina, and a number of other writers and folks taking different courses. Then on a bus to Heathrow, a plane
to Orly, a rental car to the little town an hour and a half south. What fun that was finding a little out of the way village
at night. Asked several people for directions and finally arrived where Maggie and the granddaughters had visited with long
term friends for the week I was at Oxford. From then on it life went from fairly fast paced at Oxford to hectic in France.
The next day I drove to Strasbourg and the beginning of yet another
adventure. We stayed with the Mamie Antoinette in her beautiful 4 BR Strasbourg apartment along with Mwanday, 10, and Candace,
8. These are two little girls my daughter (with my help) tutors at home. We met the grandmother when she came to the States
to help with their care there for part of the year. What a gracious woman. Of Congolese descent. So we were immersed not only
in French culture but Alsatian and African. We attended a African mass with beautiful singing and a special Congolese priest
visiting from Rome. I also attended a magnificent organ concert at St. Thomas church. It was the annual commemorative concert
held at the exact hour of Bach's death and the superb world reknown organist played a dozen Bach pieces on the grand pipe
Rented a car while in Alsace and visited the beautiful, beyond
quaint villages on the Alsation Wine Route. Eguisheim being the most incredible. It was like being transported back to the
Middle Ages. The next day we visited the marvelously reconstructed Haut Koenigsburg chateau. What a marvel that it was brought
back to its full splendor by Kaiser Willhelm in 1908.
of Strasbourg were the music and light show on the magnificant Catherdral, which rivals any in Europe. A river boat trip.
Yummy Alsatian food with its German influence. And, of course, meeting many of Antoinette's friends, all warm, welcoming.
By the end of 10 days, I was beginning to understand at least half of what was spoken in French, but could only guess at what
was spoken in Lingala.
Then a TGV train ride to the south of France.
A real challenge to get 2 adults, 2 babies, 2 strollers, 2 car seats, 4 large bags, and 4 small bags on and off the trains
twice. They give you less than 5 minutes at the stations to accomplish this and gave us a lecture about having too much luggage.
Thank goodness a young man from New Hampshire helped plus a few other strangers. But we were greeted at Aix-en-Provence by
Marc, the owner of the home exchange we had arranged. He and his wife Christine and daughter and her fiance were wonderful
hosts for the evening before they took off for San Ramon today (Wed, July 31st) to stay in my daughter's home for a month.
The home is gorgeous, photos later, with a huge inground pool, and very Mediterranean look.
Tomorrow Aveline will start her French school with other 3 year olds. She will stay all day for
3 weeks. Maggie and I will take the baby and do some sightseeing during the day. Next week I will begin my journey home--a
two day affair--and Maggie will stay on to the end of August. She will be on her own with the children until husband Jason
arrives on the following Monday.
It has been a grand adventure to
say the least. Maggie is writing her own blog about what it's like to travel internationally with two little ones. The
first week they didn't understand the time change at all. But now are going to bed a their usual times.
I still would like to write more about the work I did at Oxford, but today wanted to
catch you up with what has transpired since my last post.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Harpsichord music and Harry Potter
Thu, July 18, 2013 | link
Last night I attended a concert by Sweet Zephyr featuring early music
from Georg Telemann, Johann Mattheson, and Johann Melchior Molter. Delightful group featured two baroque oboes, a natural
trumpet (very interesting instrument that is one step up from a heralding trumpet), harpsichord, and baroque bassoon. The
setting was the chapel of Exeter College, a small chapel with tall stained glass windows all around and beautifully painted
(etched?) pipes for the organ.
Then today a visit for my grandsons,
Ryan and Sam, both of whom read all of the Harry Potter series very early in life. I visited the grand dining hall at Christ
Church that was featured so prominently in the film. Hundreds of students were pouring through--the highlight of their visit
I've finished my final project to present tomorrow,
an excerpt for my novel. Hopefully it will be well received. But looking forward more to hearing the works of the other 11
students, all of whom are marvelous creative writers, each with a different special talent. I'll miss them greatly when this
is over. We've shared so much of our lives over this week, especially during meals and hanging out in the courtyard on in
the common room.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Working and playing in Oxford
Tue, July 16, 2013 | link
I barely have time to keep up with the blog, there is so much going
on. My course takes up the entire morning, then there are three hour-long meals (quite delicious) with lots of chatting with
tablemates, plus the extracurricular activities.
is having an unusual heat wave and AC does not exist here, it can be quite draining to push through the day and try to get
some good rest at night.
But I've met many people who I think
will be lifelong friends. And all with so many good stories to share. At dinner tonight, Tony talked about doing bookbinding
in his youth and how difficult it was to imprint the goldleaf on the cover at the end using a copper tool that had to be just
the right temp (which you determined by spitting on it). There are other folks from the States but also from Australia, Norway,
Germany, the Netherlands. Most are my age or much older--well into their 80s--with a scattering of young people.
I enjoyed the Inspector Morse tour very much but wish I could have recorded
the detailed descriptions she gave of each location, including the episode and the plot. One murder took place in the very
exclusive Randolph Hotel and the room in which the "death" took place is still asked for by tourists.
Our class exercises continue to be interesting and challenging. Today
we watched a few opening minutes of Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolff and discussed how character is developed in film and how
that differs from the written word. We also wrote a dialogue based on the first meeting of two people who've met through a
personals ad. I chose the one about a man who calls himself "Parasite" looking for a wealthy 40-50 year old woman
who likes to scuba dive. Gee, just like onling dating back home!
Sunday, July 14, 2013
First session with tutor Jonathan Miles
Sun, July 14, 2013 | link
I joined about 15 others for our first session with our marvelous
tutor, Jonanthan Miles (his historical account of the Wreck of the Medusa is slated to become a film). He suggested at the outset that perhaps there is no such thing as "character"; there
is only what a person does or does not do in the moment in a given situation. He asked us to think about all the iterations
we go through in a 24 hours day--the person we become as each new situation arrives. He talked about the slow process of discovery
as we meet an actual person. How we get to know a stranger on the train (with a reference to Hitchcock's film of that title),
or at the next level how we might get to know someone sharing a month's holiday with us, and finally what we get to know in
a long term, close relationship. So what we skillfully hide about a character as the reader first gets introduced to them
in our novels is as important as what we reveal. When we meet someone in real life, they control what we get to know about
them. This is what our characters should do--control what they let the reader know about them. His general criticism about
our initial pre-course assignments was that most had revealed way too much information about their characters, taking away
the intrigue, the discovery, the slow revelation that is so necessary to creating a compelling character. Today we meet with
him individually to go over our initial assignments. We also did an in-class exercise to practice the art of revealing a character
slowly, not providing too much information and leaving the reader wanting more. We were instructed to let the reader engage
with the character through hints and guesses, suggesting that knowing less and teasing more intrigues the reader. Too much,
too soon, and the reader gets bored with the character.
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Oxford - On the street where I live
Sat, July 13, 2013 | link
Arrived in England yesterday morning and spent the day getting
acquainted with Oxford. What an amazing city--just oozing with culture, in its architecture, activities, and general ambiance.
Found a delightful hole-in-the-wall place to get my first full English
breakfast--bacon, ham, sausage, baked beans, egg, baked tomato, and mushrooms. Yummy. At the little counter in the back was
the perfect English gentleman who looked liked he'd just walked out of My Fair Lady.
Checked in to Rewley House. This continuing education center is beyond all my expectations. Modern room with garden
view, delightful dining room, open atrium, lecture hall, classrooms, all in one location. I'm esconced at No. 12 Wellington
Square in room 8 on the second (read...third) floor.
First night's dinner around the corner at the very famous
Eagle and Child Pub, a must recommendation from Pastor Scott! And well worth it. Perhaps sitting where C.S. Lewis sat
and hobnobbed with his pals will improve my writing. And the Fish and Chips was not to be missed. A wonderful first dinner
in England. Even a small glass of ale--however, combined with jet lag it
found me nodding off during the play. How embarrassing!
Saturday morning now and the program starts at 3 pm.
But already met a delightful retired woman from Germany who is taking a course on Sicily and also arrived a day early. She
is an amazing example of a single retired woman who travels widely on her own.
Last night, jet lagged as I was, I attended a preperformance lecture and then a stunning performance of Taming of
the Shrew by an all-female cast. They have taken this production on the road all summer including at the Old Globe in London.
Incredible acting with only 7 woman playing all the roles in the play, including each playing an instrument with appropriate
musical interludes (with words from the play itself) woven in. All in the spectabular setting on an open inner courtyard of
the Bodleian Libary.
I'll be posting photos of the trip on another page of this website. Check them out.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Golden Anniversary of My First Trip to Corsica Summer of 1963
Sun, July 7, 2013 | link
This summer marks 50 years since I first went to Corsica at the
tail end of an exciting month-long cruise of the Northern Mediterranean with a group of twelve other adventurous souls--mostly
students from California colleges. I've recently been in touch with the organizer of that cruise, Robin Williams from Laguna
Beach and here are a few of his comments on that cruise aboard the Widgeon of Fearn, our sturdy diesel Norwegian fishing trawler
From Robin: The time we had on the
yacht in 1963 is one of the richest times of my life. Can you imagine? We were on a yacht on the Mediterranean
Sea and that is something that is only allowed to the SUPER RICH.
If my memory serves me, we each paid $200 for an entire month aboard which included all our food as well
as a spot to put our sleeping bags on the deck (there were only 6 bunk spaces below). The Skipper was British and took along
his pal and drinking buddy, Gawain, who were the first off the ship in any port.
Gunnar, a Swede my age, served as our chief cook and translator. The first group (in July of 1963) brought the boat
down through the French canals to Cannes, where I joined up. I had been staying in Zurich on my own for a week and took the
train to Cannes. I found Robin sleeping on a bench in front of the American Express office!
Each day we decided whether to linger in a port or sail on to the next. To save docking fees, we
put our clothes in plastic bags and swam to shore at some ports. Gunnar shopped for fresh groceries daily and grilled eel
on a little hibachi on the quay.
We went inland to Florence and
Rome by train and then back to the boat at Ostia. In Rome we roamed the city by night and slept (all in one hotel room!) away
the very hot August days.
We survived a terrible mistral storm on
our crossing to Corsica and were stranded in Bonifacio 5 days until it subsided. That's where we tried to sneak two Foreign
Legionnaires off the island. Our mission failed but they gave Robin a beautiful engraved Corsican dagger in gratitude for
The Corsican Dagger was the original title
of my current novel in progress. The dagger is still in the story (a symbol for Corsicans of the fight against evil) but the
title is now Mother Tongue.
An Excerpt from the
The Professor walked back over to her desk. She drew open a drawer and retrieved
a dagger. Handing it to Liz, she pointed to the carved inscription on the blade. “It says, morte al nemico, or death
to the enemy. The enemy is the Evil One himself.”
Robin had hired a cameraman to film the entire adventure in 16mm film--intended to be
a travel film for future trips. But when he left Bonifactio to go to Ajaccio to fly home, he had to put his duffel bag with
all the cans of film on top of a rickety bus. Somewhere along the way, it fell off and was lost forever. C'est domage!
So the memories are just those left in our minds and in the
words of my novel. Robin went on to lead and film many travel adventures but none the likes of his first endeavor. You can
access his travel films (marvelous ones on Turkey) at his website.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Stage 3 of Tour de France reveals more of Corsica's stunning beauty
Tue, July 2, 2013 | link
This final stage of the Tour in Corsica started in Ajaccio where
my main character, Liz Fallon, awaits her fate in a French gendarmarie following a fatal encounter between the Corsican sepapartist
and the French anti-terrorist chief whose lives have been changed by her appearance on the island. The route then wound through
mile after mile of switchbacks, precipitous drops, perilous downhills, and spectacular formations of pink granite rising like
rugged stalagmites from pristine coastal beachers. The final desitination was Calvi, known for its beachfront citadelle and
its status as the home of the 2e Régiment étranger
de parachutistes or 2e REP. This world renown crack intervention unit was originally based in Bonifacio in 1963--when
my fellow shipmates and I tried to sneak two of their members off the island. This real-life adventure was very much the original
motivation for writing my novel. Here is a passage from the novel when she is trying to get inside the head of the island's
anti-terrorist chief, Philippe LeClerc:
LeClerc hesitated and then changed the subject. “Were
“No, someone snitched,” said Liz. “It all fell apart. My mother felt badly because the Legionnaires
told her that they had wakened with a bad hangover in Marseille and found themselves signed up for six years.”
“Impossible. It is unlikely they joined
involuntarily. The paras were the elite of the Legion, a special intervention force, even back then. No one would have been
shanghaied from a bar.”
“And if they’d gotten caught trying to escape?”
“They would have been stripped, placed in solitary confinement, probably
suffered a beating. Attempted desertion is still treated very harshly in the Legion.”
Liz shifted her position on the rock and broke off a nearby
stalk of rosemary, twiddling it between her fingers, savoring her skill in getting LeClerc to talk about his family. Find
out about the father and you’ll find out about the man, she thought. “And your father would have allowed
that sort of thing?”
“He would have ordered it.”
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Stage 1 and 2 of the Tour de France in Corsica reveals many locations featured in Mother Tongue
Sun, June 30, 2013 | link
I have spent two days watching with fascintion the initial stages
of the 2013 Tour de France, Almost every road, every city, every aspect of Corsica's incredible landscape shown on the Tour
appears in my new novel MOTHER TONGUE. I would like to share passages
from the novel that include those locations which many of you may have seen on the Tour.
Stage 1 of the Tour began in Porto Vecchio, a seaside town on the southeastern tip of the island. This is where one of the FLNC attacks takes
place in the novel.
Liz stared at a shot panning across a row of cots covered with plaster dust and hundreds of bullet holes in the walls behind
them. The news announcer said there had been three simultaneous attacks just after dawn, almost at the very moment LeClerc
had been driving up Cap Corse. Speculation was that they were in retaliation for earlier police raids in Balange. The first
video was of an attack on a police barracks in Porto Vecchio. It had been strafed right after a platoon of police trainees
had left the building for breakfast.
From its start in Porto Vecchio, the Tour route took a dip south to Bonifacio. This is where I had my own Corsican adventure at age 19,
trying to sneak two Foreign Legionnaires off the island. And where my main character was conceived. This is a snippet of a
conversation she has with Philippe LeClerc, before he reveals he is the head of R.A.I.D., the anti-terrorist force in Corsican.
Liz related some general details about her mother helping a group of college kids try
to liberate two Foreign Legionnaires from the island. Not until the words Bonifacio and summer of ’63 did he respond.
“Incroyable! My father was a Lieutenant Colonel in the 2me Étranger du Parachutists, the second airborne, of
the Foreign Legion at that time. He was sent to Bonifacio after the exodus from Algeria in ‘62.”
“Do you think he could have been the
officer over the men my mother and her friends tried to sneak off the island?”
“Je ne sais pas,” said LeClerc.
Stage 1 ended in Bastia (amid a snafu with a bus getting caught under the finish line sign) and this is where
Liz meets an estranged cousin for the first time.
Liz went through the list and settled on two listings, one in a nearby village and one in Terra Vecchia, the old port
district of Bastia. No one answered at the home in the village, so after their brief conversation, she headed off on foot
to explore the one located in Bastia. She walked up the Boulevard du Général Graziani, past a flotilla of sidewalk
café tables sheltered under brightly colored umbrellas, and trekked on to Terra Vecchia. The ultra-modern shops of
downtown Bastia with their Parisian fashions soon gave way to shabby multi-story dwellings. She couldn’t decide if the
plaster hanging in ragged peels, exposing the lathe and even the plumbing underneath, was a sign of poverty or historic preservation.
Her ear caught the sound of laughter and conversation, in a mixture of French and Corsu, emerging from the Irregular pattern
of small windows dotting the upper stories.
Stage 2 of the Tour from Bastia to Ajaccio passed through Corte, the ancient capital of Corsica and hotbead of separatist activity where much of the
action in the novel takes place. My daughter and I visited there in 2006. This is a passage as Liz drives into the city for
the first time.
Within minutes she dropped down into a valley and entered the outskirts of Corte with its modern, multi-story buildings. As
she neared the turnoff to the university, she slowed to navigate a roundabout and caught her first glimpse of the Corte’s
Citadelle. The ochre fortress rode atop a hunk of rock that soared hundreds of feet above the valley floor, casting a long
summer-evening shadow across the landscape and almost wrapping its dusky fingers around her car.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Suggested Reading List for Oxford
Sat, June 29, 2013 | link
The suggested reading list for the "Creating Character"
course at Oxford is quite varied. Although I didn't have time to explore every one, I did get an enormous amount out of the
ones I was able to read. Dicken's Our Mutual Friend excels in making even the most minor character memorable. This
taught me to introduce every single human being in the novel in a unique, memorable way, even the maid one passes in the hallway.
Virginia Wolff"s Mrs. Dalloway was a treasure trove. I made a list of 32 different ways she presents her characters
and was able to add a good deal of variety in my character descriptions.I don't know about Rushdie--couldn't get into his
writing style or characters. Our tutor, Johnathan Miles, said not to worry if we didn't get to everything, that there would
be handouts in class of what we will discuss. Blessings on him!
S. Happy Days.
Bock, J., S. Harnick and J
Stein. Fiddler on the Roof. Script or DVD
C. ‘Prologue’ to The Canterbury Tales.
C. Our Mutual Friend.
Privates on Parade.
Rushdie, S. The Moor’s
Shakespeare, W. Richard III.
Woolf, V. Mrs Dalloway.‘
"Harlequin Romance" novels (Barbara Cartland, for instance), or a news stand war or erotic
novel, and also consider characters in memoirs, autobiography and poetry.
Monday, June 24, 2013
Mon, June 24, 2013 | link
Just a reminder that my first novel, Degrees of Obsession, is now available on Kindle for 99 cents. Such a deal.
I just booked my last reservation for
my trip to Oxford and France. Now to the big spreadsheet! When I travel I put all my travel info on one Excel spreadsheet.
And with all the various connections and the planes, trains, and automobiles, this is going to be more important than ever.
I think the only conveyances we won't be on are boats and horse-drawn carriages. But you never know!
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Eagle and Child--Best Oxford Pub
Sat, June 22, 2013 | link
Thanks to Pastor Scott I got my first recommendation for my visit
to Oxford and it's only a short stroll from Rewley House.
The Eagle and Child lays claim to a number of interesting literary connections. J.R.R.
Tolkien, C.S. Lewis and fellow writers met here and dubbed themselves 'The Inklings'. They nicknamed the pub 'The Bird and
Baby'. Just the place for an aspiring novelist.
And check out this
menu! Our spring-summer selections are all about zesty tastes, vibrant colours and delicious textures. Savour starters like
succulent crayfish tails in gazpacho mayonnaise. Then move on to mains including smoked haddock pie
with a creamy cheddar and spinach sauce, or steamed Scottish salmon fillet with garden peas and buttered
baby potatoes. Ginger-beer glazed pork belly, ribeye steak and other gourmet treats make
our salads irresistible. I'm drooling already!
Join me at Oxford this summer
Sat, June 22, 2013 | link
Welcome Friends, Family, and Fellow Authors.
I'm blogging my Oxford experience this summer. Please join in with comments about your
own summer adventures, your favorite writing courses, or whatever comes to mind.
I am delighted to be taking a week-long residential course on "Creating Character" at Oxford University's
Summer School for Adults (OUSSA) starting on July 13th. I will be staying at Rewley House with persons from all over the world
enrolled in the wide variety of courses offered by this unique program. I have already submitted two assignments to the course
tutor, Dr. Jonathan Miles. Each student has individual sessions with their tutor to go over these assignments. Every morning
there are two class sessions. The afternoons and evenings are devoted to "homework" and exploring the many sights
and events around Oxford.
I already have made plans to see The Taming
of the Shrew put on by the traveling troupe from the Old Globe Theater--complete with an Elizabethan stage set up outside
the Bodleian Library--touted to be one of the most thrilling settings to see a Shakespearean play. This production features
an all-female cast. I saw the same play this past spring at Ashland--that production was set in the 1950s on the boardwalk.
So two very different interpretations of a classic comedy.
looking forward to finding new ways to further develop character in my newest novel, MOTHER TONGUE. Even with just reading
the assigned materials, I made a decision to alter the background and motivation for my protagonist and am currently revising
the entire novel with that new vision in mind.
A bit about OUSSA
I will be taking a one-week residential course on "Creating
Character" by well-known author Jonathan Miles, July 13-20, 2013, at Rewley House, Oxford
I will be joining people from the UK, Europe and further afield (me!) for enjoyable,
yet serious study with some of the finest tutors in the country. For over 100 years the Oxford University Summer School
for Adults (OUSSA) programme has been making it possible for everyone to take advantage of the Oxford system of expert
tuition in small groups.