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Portugal Trip-- Magical Sintra!

 
Hello dear readers!
Here is the second installment of our anniversary trip to Portugal. The sweet little town of Sintra is less than an hour's train ride from Lisbon, and we spent days 3-5 of our trip there.  
 
Our first Sintra destination was Quinta da Regaleira.  While planning our trip, I'd read about this place, and was captivated by the words everyone used to describe it. 
 The adjectives: magical, mystical, fantastical, surreal, hidden, delightful, mysterious, whimsical... 
 The nouns: nooks, niches, grottos, secret doors, symbols, archetypes, gardens, towers, tunnels, waterfalls, labyrinths, springs, fountains, fairytales, myths, wells...

(If you've read my books, you know I eat this stuff up!)  So, based on the gushing of others, I guessed I'd love this place... and I did, oh I did! And so did Ian.  
It brings out the adventurous kid in you... wandering around these enchanted gardens and discovering secret passageways behind waterfalls, venturing down a dripping tunnel to find yourself at the bottom of a spiral-staired well. (How was it, we wondered, that we'd never heard about this place before planning our trip!?!)
 
It was full of delight and whimsy and wonderment, and we happily spent the afternoon there. (It was designed over a century ago by an Italian opera set designer named Luigi, as a commission for an eccentric Brazilian coffee tycoon, and eventually, about a decade ago, became open to the public.)

It's hard to describe this place in a tangible way, but basically, it's several hilly acres of verdant gardens with footpaths throughout, leading to towers, turrets, palaces, grottos, waterfalls, secret passages... and magnificent views.



Everything is packed with mythological significance, like this well that symbolizes a journey of intiation... (We're standing at the bottom of it here.)

The gardens and paths were deliciously lush and green...


The flowers were vibrant...


See those arches by the water? Secret tunnels abound inside of them-- a kind of labyrinth hidden in there!

We had a lovely lunch on this columned terrace...
 
Wine at lunch was a nice thing about traveling, just the two of us.  So luxurious.  And the Portuguese wine we drank was called vinho verde-- I'd never had it before, but it's really good-- light and fresh and a little bubbly.  It was only 2 or 3 bucks a glass in Portugal, and here in the States, we discovered it's only 8 or 9 bucks a bottle.  (The brand we got is Casal Garcia.) We're no wine connoisseurs, but we agreed that on a summery day, this stuff is the bomb. 
 
In the US, I usually drink green tea, but in Europe I can't resist those teeny cups of espresso... which is part of the reason we went to bed well after midnight and slept till late morning.  Again, so luxurious compared to my before-dawn-wake-up schedule here in Colorado (thanks to Lil Dude's early rising...)
 
Our guesthouse was Casa do Valle, at the edge of town, surrounded by gardens and views of castles and countryside... 
 
And breakfast was served on our private balcony.  (This inn was a bit of a splurge for us, but totally worth it... and, as a side note, lodging and meals in Portugal were more economical than in the US, which made splurging easier.)

Our kindly innkeeper, Virpi, told us about this gorgeous forest walk to the castles.... We do lots of hiking in Colorado, but there's something so special about hiking in Europe, next to ancient aqueducts and crumbling walls...

You can see the medieval ramparts in the distance through the trees....


The first palace we went to was the Palacio Nacional de Sintra, colorful and extravagant, and accessed through beautiful gardens...




Breathtaking views of the countryside...


Then we went to the Castelo dos Mouros-- a picturesque ninth century Moorish castle.  We walked all along the ramparts from one tower to another, and I have to say I was glad Lil Dude wasn't with us (although he's really into knights and swords) -- there were many places where he could've plunged to his death with one wrong step-- eek!  Woulda made be a bit nervous...


Yes, it was all very romantic and perfect for an anniversary trip... ;-)

On the way back from the castles, we walked down these sweet, wisteria-draped cobbled lanes no wider than an arms' span...

You know how when you're traveling and you see a place for sale, you start day-dreaming... 
 hmmm... if we were rich... just maybe....
Well, this was *that* house on our trip... across from the guesthouse at the edge of Sintra.  It was gorgeous and a little spooky, all run-down, with broken windows and whatnot, but look at it!  So much potential, no?  Ahhh ... fun to dream...


Thanks for reading! I'm planning on two more installments of Portugal photos-- Porto and Aveiro, and more of Lisbon.  Now I must prepare for a middle school visit in south Denver tomorrow.  (I just finished a fun visit to the bilingual school Irish Elementary, here in Fort Collins-- they read Star in the Forest.  I LOVED hearing their impressions and connections-- makes my heart full!) A happy spring day to you!
xo,Laura

Portugal trip-- Lisbon!

Hello!

 Ian and I are back from our 10 year anniversary trip to Portugal, feeling elated and refreshed and reinvigorated!  My mom and dad watched Lil Dude while we were away (he missed us but was mostly happy being spoiled rotten). It was a truly blissful and relaxing trip, and I don't want to wait ten years to do the next one...

 

We spent ten days in Portugal, traveling up and down the Atlantic coast by train-- three days in Lisbon, two in Sintra, two in Porto, one in Aveiro, then two more in Lisbon again. (I'll focus on Lisbon in this post.)

So, I chose Portugal because I wanted a place where Ian and I had never been before-- I wanted us to explore it together, and have that magical sense of shared discovery.  (That's how our honeymoon trip to Morocco felt ten years ago, too.)



I also wanted to be near lots of water, since I miss it terribly, being land-locked in dry Colorado.  We stayed in places on large rivers and canals leading to the Atlantic-- it definitely satisfied my water cravings!



I also wanted a place where I didn't speak the language.  Portuguese has lots in common with Spanish and French, so I could get by... but it was good for me to be in that humbling position where I have to struggle to communicate.  (Hmmm, maybe most people wouldn't like that feeling, but for some reason I find it exciting and mentally stimulating... I really, really love languages, and I think Portuguese is especially beautiful.)



 The first couple days in Lisbon, we lazily recovered from jetlag, and just wandered the streets, ate good food (goat/sheep cheeses, olives, cured meats, fresh baked bread, fresh fish) drank good (delightfully cheap) wine (vinho verde is my new favorite.)  We loved the streetcars going up and down steep, cobbled roads... loved catching glimpses of water from lookout points...

 

The buildings were old and gorgeous and many were covered with tile (azulejos) or painted pretty pastel pinks and yellows and blues... As always, I wonder why most house colors in the US are so darn boring (which is why ours is mango-colored, post-renovation, and why I refuse to live anywhere with a HOA. Thankfully, our funky little neighborhood in Ft Collins embraces COLOR. ;-)


 

Such sweet little balconies...



 View after stunning view...


 

 I'd packed some cute sandals, including a kind of wooden, platformy pair, but they stayed in the suitcase the entire trip.  Every day we walked for miles up and down steep cobbled roads and sidewalks, so I was forced to wear my practical pink tennies (and actually wore some holes in them by the end of the trip...)

 

Portugal was everything we'd hoped it would be and more... and it was delightfully off the beaten American tourist track. We met lots of European travelers at hostels there, which was fun-- I got to practice my French a bit. A cool thing about Lisbon (and Porto, which you'll hear about in a future post) is that although they're beautiful, ancient cities with fascinating history, they're not as giant and overwhelming as some other European capitals I've spent time in.  We didn't need to use the metro or buses at all... it was manageable on foot and bike, so we could really get a feel for the different neighborhoods. 

 

In my next posts, I'll tell you about the other places we went, post-jet-lag.... stay tuned for castles and fantastical gardens and forest romps and bike adventures! Thanks for swinging by!

xo
Laura

Creativity and Risk...

 
Hey guys,

 I've been trying to post pics of the adorable baby goose who found her way, briefly, into our lives... but blogger isn't letting me upload the photos. Argh! I'll save those pics for another time.

So, I just thought I'd let you know I finished the next draft of my book-in-progress!  It was pretty much a complete rewrite-- I was able to salvage a few things here and there from the first draft.

I'm venturing out of my comfort zone with this book-- it's contemporary fantasy, which makes it different from my previous books (mostly realistic fiction with a touch of magical realism).  I've also experimented with point of view-- it's narrated in close third person, shifting among three different people. (All my other books are first person with only one or two narrators.)  And there are many other things that make it more intricate than any of my other books... complexities of plot and character and setting....  I could go on and on.  Let's just say that the story is ambitious and I'm trying to let it be as BIG as it wants to be. :-)


I've had conversations with my wise creator friend Les Sunde* about my insecurities during the process of writing this book.  I tell him I'm having lots of fun writing it, but sometimes I worry I won't be able to pull it off-- that I won't be able to make the reality of the book match the beautiful, intricate, epic vision I have for it.  And he tells me that I need to take this risk.  If I keep doing versions of the same creative thing over and over, staying in the familiar comfort zone, then my soul won't feel happy and soaring.

So, I'm taking the risk, and I have to say, I'm enjoying it, a LOT... but I am a little afraid of getting feedback on this latest draft--- seeing how short this falls from my vision, seeing how much work I'll need to do, how many more revisions.

But, despite my fears, I'm doing what I need to do, and loving the process, and taking the risk, and that's what creating is all about...


If you went to my Adventures in Novel-Writing workshop at the Pike's Peak Writers' Conference a couple weeks ago, this kind of self-pep-talk might sound familiar... (See, this here is evidence of my own self-pep-talking.)

Exciting things are happening in my life now... *travel*-related things... you will be hearing more about them pretty soon. And speaking of travel, I've been doing local travel around Colorado for author visits and conferences and workshops this spring, meeting so many amazing writers of all ages. A few days ago, I was at Indian Peaks Elementary in Longmont where I did a presentation about Star in the Forest and What the Moon Saw, and followed it up with a bilingual Spanish writing workshop.  I LOVED hearing the kids' character sketches in Spanish-- such a treat.

May you have the courage 
to take risks 
in your own creative endeavors!
xo,Laura   
P.S.  You can read more creativity quotes on my Pinterest board here. :-)
P.P.S. * You can read more wisdom from my friend Les in this article I wrote about him here.

Chicago trip!

Hey guys,

It's a delightfully snowy day here, and a day off from school for Lil Dude.  Since he's currently occupied playing spy with his lil buddy, I thought I'd steal a minute and do a post.  Here are some pics from my recent trip to Chicago for Litworks, a teen book festival organized by some cool librarians-- one from the public library and one from the high school.
Loads of talent and fun...

Back row: Jennette Gonzales (librarian), awesome authors Brent Crawford and Matt de la PenaFront row: me, and more awesome authors-- Mark Crilley, Alex Flinn, Jennifer Bradbury, and Penny Blubaugh (author *and* librarian)
My wonderful teen helper, Franny, who has written novels herself!

 

My other teen helper, Jessica, super sweet and organized...



(Audrey was my other fabulous teen helper, but alas, we didn't get a photo together.)

Note of interest: I discovered that most of the other authors featured had had either their books turned into a major motion picture (Alex-- Beastly, and Matt-- Ball Don't Lie), *or* had been in a major motion picture (Matt) *or* on a major TV network show (Brent-- Law and Order, Sex and the City, Jennifer-- Jeopardy winner).  Pretty cool, no?  (Meanwhile, the closest I am to TV-movie-land is trying to get a hold of MacGyver, aka Richard Dean Anderson, to give him a copy of The Queen of Water. Still! Sigh.)


I wish I'd scheduled in an extra day to see Chicago, a city I've only been to once before and really liked. The trip flew by way too fast...

  
I have a bunch of travel coming up, some for school visits, some pleasure, some a mix.... and one of the destinations is across the Atlantic. 
Oh, so excited! You'll be seeing the photos and hearing more about that sometime soon. There shall be cliffs and castles and white-tipped waves and trolleys... see if you can guess!

In case you're curious about what's in the works, book-wise, I'm chugging away on my novel, maybe a month or so away from completing this revision.  Then, it'll go to my writers' group and mom, then another revision, then to my agent.  It's pretty intricate as far as plot and character, and it's branching out into some new (fantastical!) territory for me.  I'm actually really enjoying the process, even though it feels like a two steps forward, one step back kind of journey at times. But I can see it all coming together, and man oh man, does that feel delicious.  (As in, *chocolate* delicious... CHOCOLATE, you might remember, is the working title of this manuscript.)

Speaking of novel-writing journeys, I'm doing a workshop on the topic at Pikes Peak Writers Conference this weekend, down in Colorado Springs.  I'm also doing my Creating Dazzling Worlds workshop... plus I get to see old friends, and see Libba Bray do a keynote-- I've heard she's fantastically funny.  Perhaps I'll see you there?

Okay, now I'm thinking about chocolate... I'll go make some hot cocoa for the boys and me now.

Happy day to you!

xo,
Laura

New Pics of Maria Virginia's Family, Good News, and Events!

Hello dear readers!

I've been meaning to share these photos with you for a while now... Maria Virginia (my co-author of The Queen of Water)  sent them to me back in January. She just finished up her ninth out of ten semesters for her degree in clinical psychology-- so proud of her!

Love this pic of Leslie  (Maria Virginia's baby) in traditional indigena garb!  So sweet...



Here's Maria's mom in the very house where Maria spent her early childhood in a village outside of Otavalo, Ecuador.  This is the cooking area of her parents' home (which was a setting in Queen.)

Below is baby Leslie is with her paternal grandmother-- it looks like they're in her house, in another village on the outskirts of Otavalo.

Here's Maria's dad holding Leslie in another area of the house where Maria spent her early years.

Here's Maria with more close relatives.

Maria, husband Tino, and baby Leslie at their home in Otavalo.

 

Maria's wonderful 9-year-old son, Yanni, with his little sis.

 

 Baby Leslie with her dad, Tino and brother, Yanni, in their living room...


So great to see them together and happy!

OK, a couple quick news items:
Thai rights for The Queen of Water were sold to Sanskrit Books!  So, so  excited about this! I absolutely cannot wait to see our book in this beautiful language!  
My essay "Barren in the Andes" won second place in the Solas travel writing awards!   This is an essay I'd been wanting to write for years, but due to the Notebooks deadlines, I didn't have time to do it till last fall. It felt really good to finally write it, after all that simmering inside me. Note that this is meant for adults, not the usual teen/kid audience, so be warned... you can read it here if you're curious.
If you're in Fort Collins, check out my article in the latest issue (Spring 2013) of Fort Collins Magazine.  It's called "The Wonder-filled Soul of Les Sunde," and it's a profile of the man whose ideas on creativity and alive-ness have had a huge impact on me these past few years. You can pick up the free mag in any of the magazine boxes in Old Town. Once it's posted online, I'll link to it. So happy about this article!
EVENTS:
*This Saturday,* March 30, at 2 pm, I'll be doing an event at Old Firehouse Books in Old Town, Ft Collins with Jeannie Mobley, fabulous author of Katerina's Wish! We'll talk about our books and writing for teens and older kids, and field any questions you have.  Chatting and signing will ensue.
My NCW workshop on Creating Vivid Worlds was rescheduled to April 7, from 1-4 pm.  Register here.
Saturday, April 6 -- Chicago. Litworks: A Teen Lit Festival. 9:30 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. This begins at Eisenhower Public Library and moves to Ridgewood High School at noon. Other authors there will be Matt de la Pena, Alex Flinn, Mark Crilley, Jennifer Bradbury, and Brent Crawford. Details here. Free for teens, $5 for adults. 
April 19-20-- Pikes Peak Writers Conference, Colorado. Presenting two sessions, and possible panel. Details TBD. Registration required.
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I think that's it for now!  Happy spring!
xo,Laura

Moving Poem inspired by The Queen of Water!

 

Hey guys! 

I had a great time last night doing a talk/workshop for the awesome members of our local SCBWI group!  A special guest was lovely high-schooler Bobbi Anderson, who I've corresponded with over the past year.  She's a fantastic writer and poetess who met Maria Virginia (my co-author of The Queen of Water) in Ecuador on a study abroad program.

Here's a stunning poem she wrote last spring about how Maria Virginia impacted her life at a critical time... I get shivers every time I read it.  I love the emotion and inspiration and bits of humor in the poem... and the form is very cool and bold.  Bobbi has heaps of talent to be able to say so much in so few words.  (I really admire this, since I tend to be on the verbose side.) I'm including her letter first, to give you context for her poem.  Et voila!


Hello Virginia,     My name is Bobbi Anderson and I am studying with The Traveling School. I want you to know it was such an honor being able to meet you a few weeks ago. You are truly inspiring and I hope that you know you changed 16 teenage girls perspectives on going after what they want in life. 
     An unfortunate event happened to me while I was in Ecuador, a few days before I met you in Otavalo. I tripped on a hammock and fractured my jaw, and was sent home to the United States a few days after we met you. I want you to know that reading your book got me through having to come home from The Traveling School, but also having the positive attitude that is required in situations like mine and yours. 
     The day after I broke my jaw, I was finishing up Queen of Water, and I got to the passage that talks about how "Querer es Poder" always got you through your tough times, and drove you to go after what you wanted. The minute I read the passage in the book, I wrote it down in my journal, and I look at it every day. Having to come home from The Traveling School is something that was very difficult for me, and without having your optimism through your life fresh in my mind, I don't think I would of been as motivated to stay positive through my experience. 
     So in conclusion I want to thank you, thank you for being the woman you are today, thank you for your incredible stories, and most of all thank you for your book and your time with The Traveling School. I am back in Colorado for two more weeks, and I am living with my grandparents at the moment, I have only been here for a week and they both read your book in two days. You have an inspiring story Virginia, thank you for sharing. I will be back in Ecuador March 14th, with a smile on my face because of you, Querer es Poder! The poem below is an assignment I had for my Literature class, I hope you enjoy!Love Always, Bobbi Anderson P.S. I have attached a picture from the first time we met you in Otavalo. I am the girl to the right of you in the white shirt. It was an honor getting to meet you!



 “QUERER ES PODER”Let        Down                Thy                     HairShe got over there          ->Air, smelt of determination: No longer contaminationThe WORLD knocked at her doorShe Did NotSnoreSTRENGTH, CURIOUSITY.Brought her generosity.Took LIFE with SPICE.. Stuck to her word like lice.“Longa tonta, you fool” drove her to school.NO FRET.“I hope I can forgive you” THEN, she INSPIRED us TOO.

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Laura here again... isn't that wonderful? I love it!

Maria Virginia has really been enjoying meeting with groups of students studying abroad in Ecuador who've read the book as part of their trip preparation.  She's done this for several programs now, and from what I hear, it's been special for everyone involved.

I have to give my Lil Dude a bath now, but sometime in the next week or so, I'll post a batch of photos Maria Virginia sent me of her family, including some insanely cute photos of new baby Leslie! Stay tuned...

Bobbi, thank you for your vibrant presence and poem-- I'm sure it will move other readers as it did for me!

xo,
Laura   

P.S. My Northern Colorado Writers workshop was rescheduled due to the snowstorm (which turned out to be a dud. :-(  The new date is Sunday, April 7 from 1-4 pm.  You can register on the NCW website.  Maybe I'll see you there... :-)

Also, friendly reminder: I'll be at Old Firehouse Books in Old Town, Fort Collins, talking about my books and writing for teens along with my good friend Jeannie Mobley (author of Katerina's Wish) on Saturday, March 30 at 2 pm. Free, and everyone welcome!

Finding the heart of a story...

Hey guys,

It's been exciting to have Star in the Forest as a Scholastic Book Fair selection this winter! It's also been on a bunch of state reading lists. (Thank you, readers in Kansas, Oklahoma, Washington DC, Arizona, Vermont, Indiana, and Virginia!)  I'm so happy that more readers are getting the chance to connect with the book.  I've been doing more and more author visits about this book... and I've been thinking about it a lot lately as I go over the Spanish version with my good friend and talented writer Gloria Garcia Diaz, who is translating it!  (Yes! It will exist in Spanish form-- we haven't found a Spanish-language publisher for it yet, but we'll get it out there one way or another!)

I wrote this essay for Book Page a few years ago, when the book first came out, but I thought I'd post it here so you can get a glimpse into my process of writing a book... which, for me, usually lasts years and years. Enjoy!


Behind the Book: Crossing borders to find the heart of a storyby Laura Resau
I came across the bones of my book Star in the Forest on the outskirts of a small town in southern Mexico. One day, fifteen years ago, I was taking my daily walk down a dirt road lined with shacks made of corrugated metal and plastic tarp and salvaged wood scraps. I strolled past smoldering piles of trash and leaped over trickles of raw sewage, giving wide berth to occasional packs of scrawny dogs.  
You should know that I loved these walks. Each one was an adventure. Curious kids would approach me, and soon their mothers and aunts and grandmothers would meander over and offer me a glass of warm Coke or a tortilla and beans. . . and new friendships were born.  
On this particular day, I came across a family leading a burro by a frayed rope. They smiled at me, and in perfect American English, one of the children said, “Hey, what are you doing all the way out here?”  
Surprised, I explained that I’d been working here as an English teacher, then asked where they’d learned to speak English so well. They chattered about their previous home in Chicago, where they’d spent most of their lives until their recent move back to rural Oaxaca. It felt surreal to be talking to such thoroughly American kids at the side of a dirt road where chickens pecked at corn kernels hidden among old diapers and Sabrita wrappers.  
Over my next two years living in Oaxaca, as I met more young people who’d spent part of their childhoods in the U.S., I tried to understand how they might feel straddling two very different cultures. I jotted down thoughts and observations in my notebook, thinking they might come out in a story someday.  
A few years later, in Colorado, I worked with an organization that assisted Mexican immigrant families with young children. I made home visits in trailer parks where many of the families lived, and there I met children on this side of the border who were also negotiating lives that bridged two worlds. I came to understand that despite the relative luxuries of their American homes—indoor plumbing and solid walls—undocumented kids have lives brimming with uncertainty. Considered “illegal,” they lack a home that gives them a sense of safety and belonging.  
During my time working with these families, I wrote a short story about a girl in a Colorado trailer park who misses her indigenous community in Mexico, and finds comfort in her friendship with a neighbor girl and a stray dog. My notes and ideas from my time in Oaxaca helped me flesh out the girl’s flashbacks. I kept tinkering with the story over the next few years, but, sensing that it was missing something, I always tucked it away again.  
While writing my first novel, I worked as an English teacher for immigrants. Then, after the book’s publication, my author visits took me to schools with large Latino populations. During these years, I formed friendships with many undocumented parents and children who shared with me their fears, anxieties and personal stories. A number of immigrants I knew had close relatives who had been deported from the U.S., leaving the rest of their family behind. Others had been assaulted or kidnapped while attempting to cross the border. Often, after hearing about these experiences, I took out my trailer park story and wove in more layers, ideas and details. Yet the manuscript always ended up back in a drawer.  
On trips back to visit southern Mexico, I sometimes visited the families of my new immigrant friends. I spent a week with a family in a Nahuatl village called Xono and bonded with my friend’s adorable three-year-old boy. On the morning of my departure, he looked at me with huge, earnest eyes and begged in his small voice, “Laurita, por favor, no te vayas a Colorado.” Please don’t go to Colorado. As I gave him a teary hug goodbye, I realized that to him, Colorado was a black hole that swallowed his loved ones. Back home, I pulled out my story again, incorporating experiences from Xono, adding bits and pieces from both sides of the border. Still, the story didn’t feel complete.  
And then one day, I heard from a 12-year-old reader I’ll call Maria. She connected strongly with Clara, the narrator of my first novel, What the Moon Saw, who visits her grandparents in their Mixtec village in Oaxaca one summer. Like Clara, Maria lived in the U.S. and had relatives in an indigenous community in southern Mexico.  
But unlike Clara, Maria was undocumented. She’d come to live in her Colorado trailer park as a young child, after crossing the desert illegally. Her father had recently been deported to Mexico, and soon after, Maria began having problems at home and at school. After a particularly bad argument with her mom, she yelled, “I want to go to Mexico, like Clara did!”  
Her mother pointed out that Clara was born in the U.S., and could cross the border freely. Yet if Maria crossed the border, it would be too dangerous and costly to return. “I don’t care!” she shouted.  
Then her mother told her that if she moved back to their village, she could no longer go to school; instead, she’d have to wash clothes by hand all day to earn her living.Understandably, this made Maria even angrier... and frustrated and sad.  
Which made me angry, frustrated and sad. So I wrote about it in my notebook. And suddenly, everything I’d been trying to say in the trailer park story crystallized. I wrote about a girl in Maria’s situation, trying to find a sense of power and comfort in a desperate situation beyond her control. The novel that emerged had the framework of my original story, but now I felt there was something more, something that made the story pulse and breathe. After a decade and many journeys back and forth across the border, its heart had arrived.  

Cool Creations from Readers!

Hey guys,

Thought I'd share with you some lovely things that readers have made, inspired by my books.  This is such a magical thing about writing stories-- something I didn't know about until my first book was published-- how the stories take on a life of their own, and add their spark to other people's creativity and on and on it goes...

Oona from Baltimore made me this gorgeous bracelet! The beads are the colors indigo, ruby and jade, one for each book in my Notebooks series. LOVE!  (And the jade bead is actual jade!)  


She made a beautiful pair of matching earrings, too (complete with Red Glass)!  (I could only find our cheap camera, so I can't do good close-ups here.) Aren't they pretty?


Here I am with Oona at the Baltimore Book Festival-- SUCH a treat to meet this super-creative girl in person!


 Here's a stunning Red Glass dish made for me by Judy Edwards, whose wonderful book club I visited last week! Here's what it looks like held up to a snowstorm, but it's even more stunning in bright sunlight.

 
A couple months ago, I visited a group of students at a local middle school who'd read The Queen of Water, and done some cool projects inspired by the book.

They each chose several projects from about twenty possible projects.  One of them was to write a picture book inspired by a character or theme in the novel (or something along those lines...)  Cheetah the goat was a popular character for this!


I got to hear the students read their books aloud-- lots of fun!

 

Here I am with Mrs. Baker, the mastermind behind the project possibilities, and a student's parent.
  My Lil Dude is asking me to cuddle with him on the sofa, so I'll just give you a few bits of news and then hang out with him:My book Star in the Forest is in the latest Scholastic Book Fair flyer! You can see it here.You can watch a TV interview with me in Spanish here.  Three local middle school girls interviewed me!I have three events coming up-- two in Fort Collins, and one in Chicago.  If you can come to any of these, I'd love to see you there!
Sat, March 10, 10:00-1:00-- Laura Resau will do her workshop "Creating Vivid Worlds," hosted by Northern Colorado Writers. Fee and Registration required-- see here for details (and scroll down).  Sat, March 30, 2 pm-- Reading/Signing/Chatting with teen authors Laura Resau and Jeannie Mobley at Old Firehouse Books (232 Walnut St, Fort Collins). Free and open to everyone!  Saturday, April 6-- Chicago. Litworks: A Teen Lit Festival. 9:30 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. This begins at Eisenhower Public Library and moves to Ridgewood High School at noon. Other authors there will be Matt de la Pena, Alex Flinn, Mark Crilley, Jennifer Bradbury, and Brent Crawford. Details here. Free for teens, $5 for adults.
Thanks for swinging by!
xo,Laura

Wise in Words: Shamans and writers and what we have in common

Hello, and a glorious new year to you!

As you might have noticed, I've been in a bit of a spiritual frame of mind lately, so I thought I'd post a piece I wrote several years ago for The Writing Bug blog. It's about what we writers can learn from shamans.

In three of my novels (Red Glass, What the Moon Saw, The Indigo Notebook), there is a shaman in the cast of characters.  Shamanism has fascinated me for many years, beginning with my first anthropology classes in college.  A few years later, I was honored to participate in rituals with several Latin American healers, and I became good friends with one in particular—Dona Epifania, a Mazatec shamaness. We first met about 15 years ago, while I was living in Oaxaca, Mexico and writing many stories (but had yet to get any published).  The more I spent time with Dona Epifania, the more parallels I saw between shamanism and story-telling… and the more I realized what a useful framework this was for my own creative process.
taking dried corn kernels off corn cobs with shamaness friend Dona Epifania
Mazatec shamans (and most shamans) heal, in part, by using words to create a narrative for their patients' problems (which usually have spiritual, physical, and emotional components).  By drawing on wisdom obtained in another realm to tell the story of what caused the patient to fall ill, the shaman empowers the patient to heal herself.  The famous Mazatec shamaness Maria Sabina often repeated in her trances, "I am a woman wise in words…", and indeed, her poetic chants were vital elements in her healing rituals.* 

 Maria Sabina
Like shamans, we writers wield power with words.  I know that as a reader, certain novels have helped me get through a rough time in my life.  In turn, readers have written to tell me that my books have helped them through their own difficulties.  Although I may be "wise in words" to the extent that I can use them to craft a story, any healing wisdom found in my books doesn't come from me.  I'm definitely no well of wisdom— most of us writers aren't.  We're measly, flawed humans just like everyone else.
Shamans believe that their power does not originate within themselves, but comes from a deeper, bigger source (in the case of Mazatec shamans, from God).  Writers have a wide range of ideas about where exactly their creativity originates, and I respect that.  It makes sense to find whatever works for you and go with it.  Elizabeth Gilbert of Eat, Pray, Love fame explores this subject beautifully and humorously in a videotaped talk).  Gilbert argues that it can be useful to your writing process to conceptualize your creativity as coming from an external source.  This perspective takes the pressure off you as a measly, flawed human.  It keeps you humble and grateful.  It makes negative feelings like jealousy or insecurity irrelevant, because you are part of a community of storytellers, all drawing from the same source.
In Oaxaca, one day I stumbled across an article in the journal Parabola about ancient Celtic storytellers called filidh,who were essentially both shamans and story-tellers.   They would enter the Otherworld through trance to receive their stories and divinations (sometimes by being wrapped in the pelt of a bull and placed behind a waterfall, and sometimes by lying in bed in the dark).  They often began stories with a nonsensical line like "Once there was, and once there was not...", which shows that the story does not come from a place of rationality, but one of mystery.  Have you noticed that the times you get completely in the flow of writing stories are the times when you've succeeded in shutting off your rational mind and entering an almost trance-like state?
with my Oaxacan curandera friend Maria Chiquita, on the right
A decade ago in Oaxaca, this shamanistic framework for story-telling gave me the courage and motivation to make my writing a priority despite the demands of everyday life, and despite my heaps of insecurities about whether my work was any good.  And now, seven published novels later, it's still the framework I return to when I encounter new struggles.  My current and ongoing challenge is how to balance the deep, creative aspects of a professional writing life with what I consider the more superficial, but necessary, aspects, like book promotion and contractual obligations and Internet-related demands.
I try to always remember the lessons I've learned from shamans-- that stories have the power to heal, that they come from a deep, mysterious source, that I need to let go of my rational mind to access them, and finally, that I must always stay humble and grateful.  One of my favorite quotes from Maria Sabina's chants is "I am a woman who looks into the insides of things…"  Ultimately, that's what writers do, too.  We look into the insides of things.  And we transform our visions into words.


Here are some writing prompts to help you do that (borrowed from ancient Celtic filidh.) 
Step 1:  Wrap yourself in the hide of a bull and find a giant waterfall.  Just kidding!   Seriously, though, try to shut off your rational mind and slip down into a deeper place for a little while.
Step 2: Without thinking too hard or censoring yourself, write a wee stream-of-consciousness story/poem beginning with one of these prompts.  (Pick whichever one speaks to you).
"Once it was where it was not beyond seven times seven countries and the Sea of Operencia behind an old stove in a crack in the wall in the skirt of an old hag and there in the seven times seventh fold...a white flea; and in the middle of it the beautiful city of a king" ; and in that city…
"Once there was, and once there was not..."
"Once long ago, and a long time it was. If I were there then, I should not be there now. If I were there now and at that time, I should have a new story or an old story, or I should have no story at all..."
Step 3:  After you've got a rough draft, *give thanks* (shamans always do.)  Then you can go back and revise, letting your rational mind come into the picture…
Thanks for reading!  Have courage on your writing journey!

xo,
Laura * Source:
Maria Sabina: Her Life and Chants, by Alvaro Estrada,  Ross-Erikson Inc., Santa Barbara, 1981.

Alive!

  mystical view of my back yard on Christmas morning
"Success is feeling alive."
So says my creator friend, Les Sunde, the wonder-filled spirit behind what my Lil Dude calls "The Magic Place," but which is officially called Swampgas and Gossamer: Lost and Found Emporium (which I wrote a post about here.)

Last year my new year's  intention was to let myself be happy. That was at the tail end of nine months of packing and unpacking and packing and unpacking and packing and unpacking as our dear little house was undergoing a gigantic renovation and we were renting temporary places to live. It was also at the last stretch of the third and final book of the Notebooks series, and a few years in which I'd had two books a year published.  Although good things came of it all (books! roomier new-old house!), it was pretty darn stressful, with so many deadlines and so much renovation-related work.  So last year, I let myself enjoy it all... delving into my next book at a leisurely pace, decorating our new-old house, cooking new concoctions, reading books for pleasure...

This year, my intention is to feel ALIVE.  By that, I mean being grateful and conscious of my existence in this one wild and precious life (to quote a phrase by poetess Mary Oliver.)

Back to Les and his ideas about being alive and creating things.  His fantastical creations make my heart fly, my soul tingle, my skin quiver with goosebumps.  "What moves the goosebumps?" Les asks. I think about this, because that goosebump-inducing, soul-tingling feeling is what I want my readers to experience. And to make that happen, I need to connect with the source-- the power that moves the goosebumps-- and let it flow through me. At the heart of it, the whole book experience is about feeling alive.  Writing a good book makes me feel alive, and I hope that reading it makes my readers feel more alive.

I've been thinking about Les's wisdom a lot lately because I'm writing a profile about him, his creations, and his philosophy for Fort Collins Magazine. This is a delicious thing about having finished the tight deadlines of a book series-- I have time to explore and write shorter pieces during mini-breaks from my new novel-in-progress. It feels so luxurious to do these things, to follow my soul's whims after years of feeling deadline pressure.

I can't wait to share my article about Les with you-- he's so inspiring and unique-- an important part of my creative life. The article will be out this spring, and I'll try to link to it, or cut and paste it, or something!

Maybe you feel ALIVE this new year! Hugs and happy wishes!
xo,Laura