I am so excited about how my Listen To Your Mother experience keeps on living.
But first, let me share a weensy bit of what I’ve been up to since my last Just TypiKel post (I wrote about the trip to San Francisco with my 94 year-old busier than me mother) and why the blog and book writing took a bit of a hit as a result.
Long story short: I was back down in Oakland for the Magic of Memoir conference, the very next weekend. Yes, Oakland, which sits a mere 20 minute BART ride from where I was days before. Just TypiKel. I didn’t stay down there because the concept of my 94 year-old mother navigating through SFO and then handing the return flight and Canada Customs by herself was rather daunting. So, I flew home with her.
And the conference? Very worthy. It was such a treat to attend a writing conference that was devoted only to memoir writing. I learned a lot about the art of memoir writing and I met some wonderful people.
I was also blessed because my name was called upon to do both a reading and make a pitch to an agent. Both experiences were beyond valuable.
Then, the weekend after Oakland, I shot off to Eastern Canada for the third annual late Canadian Thanksgiving Dinner with my son and some of his college pals. Unfortunately, we encountered a minor hiccup in that department. My son developed nasty “food poisoning” symptoms the night I arrived. Happily, he was much improved by the time I developed similar symptoms on the morning of the dinner. He insisted I had something different. Between you and me, he was wrong. Same symptoms. Whatever the cause, we had to cancel the dinner. I urged him to carry on without me but he said they’d rather not if the “guest of honour” couldn’t be there. So sad. However, it gives me great excuse to do a makeup dinner in the Spring, right?
So, three weekends in a row away from home was good enough, yes? I thought so, too, until I received a wonderful email from one of my Listen To Your Mother Seattle cast mates. Jennifer had booked a two-night stay in an 1880 lighthouse keeper’s house in Hansville, Washington. Would I like to join her for a writer’s retreat? We could each make a dinner for the two of us and then enjoy breakfasts and lunches on our own. Hell, yes. I’d love to do that. To have the opportunity to just sit and write for hours on end? No dog walks, no bunny feeding or cleanup, no guilty feelings about a messy house or ignoring friends and family. Magical.
Better yet, I’d roomed with her at the Erma Bombeck conference in Dayton, last Spring. That was a great success as she had earplugs and we both like getting up early.
How My Listen To Your Mother Experience Keeps On Living
How was our writer’s retreat? Just perfect, thank you.
Point No Point Lighthouse. Built in 1879, it was first lit in 1880.
View from the front porch of the Lighthouse Keeper’s house. Freighters competed with hungry loons, cormorants, gulls and harbour seals.
My self-appointed writing spot at 8:30 AM. If you look carefully through the seawater blotted window, you can spy the lighthouse perched just next door.
I am delighted to report that I wrote for nine hours overall. Am pumped up once again about the book, which thrills me no end.
Finally, here’s how my Listen To Your Mother experience keeps on living. It started with my choice to audition, followed up by the three-hour drive to Seattle for the audition, then back down for the table read, then again for the performance, and a reading with the majority of the cast six months later at IslandWood on Bainbridge Island in Washington. Then in 2016 it led to my first podcast, a roomie at Erma, and now a writer’s retreat at an historic lighthouse keeper’s home where I made heavy inroads into my memoir on the quirky 10 years I worked with my type A Caucasian mother in her Asian antiques and collectibles shop. That’s how it keeps on living! I can’t wait to see what blossoms next.
This post was inspired by the Finish the Sentence prompt of “When it comes to death …” As I’ve covered my late husband’s death a fair bit here recently, I thought I’d tweak it to something more lively.
Check out Kristi at www.findingninee.com to read how others interpreted the same prompt.
Enough about me and how my Listen To Your Mother experience keeps on living. I’m curious about you. How has one choice changed your life? If you’d care to share, I’d love to hear.