Zahava D. Englard's Blog, page 2
September 23, 2012
Pamela DuMond, Author: The Gilboa Iris - Author Interview
Pamela DuMond, Author: The Gilboa Iris - Author Interview: I'm pleased to participate in an author blog tour. Zahava Englard wrote The Gilboa Iris, a romantic thriller. About the Book Dara ...
Published on September 23, 2012 16:02
August 9, 2012
THINGS OVERHEARD on the ONE ISRAEL FUND Day Trip in JUDEA
Back together with One Israel Fund and working alongside two dear friends, Marc Provisor and Eve Harow on a day trip through the communities of Gush Etzion in the Judean Hills....

Just for fun, I took the liberty to jot down snippets from conversations of trip participants as well as staff members throughout the day:
“We live in Jerusalem and we’ve planted lemon trees and apples and plums in our little garden.”
“I lived in Puerto Rico for 32 years.”
“Of course I noticed how cute those soldiers are! I’m not dead!”
“Just came on aliyah a few weeks ago.”
“Do you straighten your hair?”
“Let me give you some advice…”
“One Israel Fund fills in the Gaps!”
“This community has its own dairy farm, turns around the lives of lost youth, and has a pre-military mechina.”
“I always wanted to marry an Israeli and I did!”
“To be a shepherd one must have strong leadership qualities and much patience.”
“Marc said I need to drink more water.”
“We’ve met two modern day shepherds.”
“Roll call!”
“Next stop, the brewery in Gush Etzion!”
“One Land – One People − One Israel.”
“It doesn’t make sense to tour this land without a Tanach in hand.”
“The soldiers love the One Israel Fund days when someone donates to the shluker campaign!”
“Wow, you look so much younger than your age!”
“Mmm. Now this is good beer.”
“I don’t think he’s listening so I can tell you now that Marc has saved many Jewish lives in Yehuda and Shomron.”
“Looks like we’re gathering a nice bunch of groupies.”
“Look around you and tell me if you see all your children?”
“Only from a place of strength can we stop terror.”
“Zahava said we have more water bottles.”
“He started digging the foundation for his new home and found a mikvah from the days of the second Temple.”
“We will be giving out life saving equipment to the community’s head of security.”
“We are about No more Jewish Victims.”
“Let me give you some advice.”
“Oh? You mean you didn’t know I’m a world renowned author?”
“Activism comes in many varieties.”
“Just spoke to a group of ravshatzim about preventive security needs that One Israel Fund can help them with.”
“Eve said we should drink water even if we don’t feel thirsty.”
“In 1967 they went to Kever Rachel and thanked her for her help in bringing us home.”
“How does she know so much?”
“Join us in preventing terror attacks on our people.”
“We are one people.”
“Take a look at our projects and see the many ways you can help keep our heartland strong.”
“Marc, Eve and Zahava – They’re like the Mod Squad.”
“Can I give you some advice?”
“It’s days like today that make an indelible imprint on one’s heart.”
“Community security heads work 48 hour days and 24 days a week.”
“Join us in building our communities throughout Yehuda and Shomron and making them flourish!”
“Sign me up!”

Published on August 09, 2012 10:15
August 5, 2012
SO, Where are all the Movie Options??

FICTION ·





Published on August 05, 2012 13:02
July 26, 2012
When your son is on the Syrian border | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
"We are not only connected to the Land of Israel; we are the Land of Israel...."
When your son is on the Syrian border | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
When your son is on the Syrian border | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
Published on July 26, 2012 00:04
July 16, 2012
I had a plan | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
Time to chuck the plans, I thought. Change is good. Opening the door wide open to possibilities is something to celebrate. Let come what may, allow for the unpredicted and the unintended, and look at each day as an entirely new mind-blowing adventure.
I had a plan | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel

I had a plan | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
Published on July 16, 2012 14:33
June 25, 2012
No more Jewish victims -- really? | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
There is no honor in being a victim. With the right equipment, with the right training, and with the right frame of mind, Arab terror can be stopped and victims can be prevented. The Jewish people have enough memorials. We have zero tolerance for being killed, and we certainly have no interest in erecting another Museum of Tolerance.No more Jewish victims -- really? | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
Published on June 25, 2012 08:23
June 12, 2012
50 Shades of Vanilla | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
50 Shades of Vanilla | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
My latest article on Blogs:TIMES OF ISRAEL
Come and Visit!
My latest article on Blogs:TIMES OF ISRAEL
Come and Visit!
Published on June 12, 2012 13:38
May 31, 2012
Those Gun-toting Settlers and the Occupied Territories | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
I‘ve been out on the hilltops, done the protests, skirted the border and riot police, put facts on the ground, represented the settler campaign to various interest groups and to the media, and (involuntarily) had my house showcased on Al Jazeera, (inaccurately) portrayed as an “Arab home stolen by a settler.”
Those Gun-toting Settlers and the Occupied Territories | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
Those Gun-toting Settlers and the Occupied Territories | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
Published on May 31, 2012 07:20
May 28, 2012
Blackbird - Omen or Blessing? | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
Blackbird - Omen or Blessing? | Zahava Englard | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel
When a blackbird crosses your path.....
When a blackbird crosses your path.....
Published on May 28, 2012 11:02
May 9, 2012
Putting the Passion in Perspective
"What inspired you to write The Gilboa Iris?"
This is the question I've been asked most in the past couple of months by friends, book reviewers and enthusiastic readers. My initial knee-jerk response would be something like, "uhhh," while looking back at the curious inquisitor with an equally dumb expression on my face.
Why are you putting me on the spot? There's a reason I write, I thought to myself. I was never good with the adlib, on-the-spot kind of thing. And, inevitably, something more brilliant would pop into my head at a later moment, missing the opportunity to show off my real charm right then and there. Performing under pressure, if you will, was never my forte. I like to think before the words drop out of my mouth. Like spotting a great dress in a store window, I still need to try it on for size before the actual purchase.
Appreciating the value of words, I prefer to choose them carefully, and if I'm lucky, wisely. Let the quick-witted sink their teeth into spontaneous speech. I'm fine with that. Everyone has their own niche. Mine is the pen and paper, or rather, the keyboard and PC monitor.
Having a book launch coming up, I wanted to avoid the glazed look "uhhh" syndrome, and jot down a few thoughts as to what led me to write my first novel, The Gilboa Iris. So here it goes:
I always wanted to be a rock star...
Yeah, well, that didn't pan out. So, naturally, I decided to go for the next logical sure thing and become a writer. Scoff now, but ye shall see....
It's all about passion.
I didn't know that I was going to write this novel. It wasn't planned. Even while having the story line rampage through my mind for months, it still didn't occur to me that what I had was the material for a great novel (if I say so myself). The Gilboa Iris is a novel of passion. Not only passion between the characters, but a passion for life, and a passion for the Land of Israel. And, just as passion can erupt unexpectedly, so to, did the writing of this novel.
The story line developed out of a deeply entrenched ardent fervor for Israel and a keen awareness of the Israeli condition as opposed to the human condition. My own thoughts and perspectives somehow formed into a full blown plot with characters that soon would become as alive on paper as they were in my head.
Before I even deigned to write it all down, however, I had, at the same time just finished reading a popular novel that my teenage daughter wanted me to read. I didn't expect to like it. It was one of those teen-fantasy-vampire stories. But, I not only liked it, I loved it. Surprised as to how I was entirely drawn into the fabricated narrative, I re-read the book with a more scrupulous eye and upon finishing it, I thought...I could do this!
The very next day, I sat myself down in front of my computer and began typing out the story in my head that was already haunting me throughout my days. It was as if I were living two separate lives. The actual one on the street and the one dancing around in my mind. I guess it was a good move - for sanity's sake, to finally merge the two. And so, for about a year and a half I sat at my computer punching out the story of Roni, Dara, Uri, Mace, Alana, Jen and Yaniv. What started out as my passion becoming theirs, their passion became mine and I became the book. It got to a point, where when working on an emotionally charged and difficult chapter, my friends, noticing my dreary mood, would insist I get further on in the book-writing where the story line would take an uplifting turn and free me from my funk.
The Gilboa Iris evolved from my reaction to visiting a number of families in Israel who had either lost loved ones in an Arab terrorist attack or while on active duty in the army. I was awe struck how within each family - parent, wife, husband etc...would accept their loss stoically with a level of faith that I couldn't fathom. And one day, after visiting one such family who lost a son in a training accident in the army, my mind wandered (having my own two sons in the army) to a place a mother never wants it to wander. But, apparently the mind has a mind of its own. I began to think how I would react if God forbid....
Would I be as brave as these families? Would I be able to summon up that level of faith? Strength? Courage?
It didn't take me long to realize the answer. Hell no! And then, before I knew it, I had a whole scenario playing out in my mind with "Dara," a young idealistic American student who travels to Israel to live her dream and must deal with the deadly consequences of Arab terror and global jihad. And with "Roni Ben-Ari," the symbol of the type of courage and unrelenting hope that can be found in the modern day Israeli.
I allowed the tale in my head to weave its way through entertaining yarns of action, romance, suspense, even humor, culminating with a note of hope and optimism. I like happy endings. Not fairy-tale happy endings, but happy endings with the right blend of realism, perhaps....bitter sweet realism and that sense of longing for that oh so hard to reach tranquil bliss - in our Land of Israel.
I wanted to transport the reader, invite him or her into the very core of the Israeli. To see what I see, what Israelis see and what needs to be seen. I wanted the reader to be submerged in the lives of Dara, Roni and Uri - to feel what my characters felt as if it were palpable - to have the passion permanently imprinted in one's heart.
This is the question I've been asked most in the past couple of months by friends, book reviewers and enthusiastic readers. My initial knee-jerk response would be something like, "uhhh," while looking back at the curious inquisitor with an equally dumb expression on my face.

Why are you putting me on the spot? There's a reason I write, I thought to myself. I was never good with the adlib, on-the-spot kind of thing. And, inevitably, something more brilliant would pop into my head at a later moment, missing the opportunity to show off my real charm right then and there. Performing under pressure, if you will, was never my forte. I like to think before the words drop out of my mouth. Like spotting a great dress in a store window, I still need to try it on for size before the actual purchase.

Having a book launch coming up, I wanted to avoid the glazed look "uhhh" syndrome, and jot down a few thoughts as to what led me to write my first novel, The Gilboa Iris. So here it goes:
I always wanted to be a rock star...
Yeah, well, that didn't pan out. So, naturally, I decided to go for the next logical sure thing and become a writer. Scoff now, but ye shall see....
It's all about passion.
I didn't know that I was going to write this novel. It wasn't planned. Even while having the story line rampage through my mind for months, it still didn't occur to me that what I had was the material for a great novel (if I say so myself). The Gilboa Iris is a novel of passion. Not only passion between the characters, but a passion for life, and a passion for the Land of Israel. And, just as passion can erupt unexpectedly, so to, did the writing of this novel.
The story line developed out of a deeply entrenched ardent fervor for Israel and a keen awareness of the Israeli condition as opposed to the human condition. My own thoughts and perspectives somehow formed into a full blown plot with characters that soon would become as alive on paper as they were in my head.
Before I even deigned to write it all down, however, I had, at the same time just finished reading a popular novel that my teenage daughter wanted me to read. I didn't expect to like it. It was one of those teen-fantasy-vampire stories. But, I not only liked it, I loved it. Surprised as to how I was entirely drawn into the fabricated narrative, I re-read the book with a more scrupulous eye and upon finishing it, I thought...I could do this!
The very next day, I sat myself down in front of my computer and began typing out the story in my head that was already haunting me throughout my days. It was as if I were living two separate lives. The actual one on the street and the one dancing around in my mind. I guess it was a good move - for sanity's sake, to finally merge the two. And so, for about a year and a half I sat at my computer punching out the story of Roni, Dara, Uri, Mace, Alana, Jen and Yaniv. What started out as my passion becoming theirs, their passion became mine and I became the book. It got to a point, where when working on an emotionally charged and difficult chapter, my friends, noticing my dreary mood, would insist I get further on in the book-writing where the story line would take an uplifting turn and free me from my funk.
The Gilboa Iris evolved from my reaction to visiting a number of families in Israel who had either lost loved ones in an Arab terrorist attack or while on active duty in the army. I was awe struck how within each family - parent, wife, husband etc...would accept their loss stoically with a level of faith that I couldn't fathom. And one day, after visiting one such family who lost a son in a training accident in the army, my mind wandered (having my own two sons in the army) to a place a mother never wants it to wander. But, apparently the mind has a mind of its own. I began to think how I would react if God forbid....
Would I be as brave as these families? Would I be able to summon up that level of faith? Strength? Courage?
It didn't take me long to realize the answer. Hell no! And then, before I knew it, I had a whole scenario playing out in my mind with "Dara," a young idealistic American student who travels to Israel to live her dream and must deal with the deadly consequences of Arab terror and global jihad. And with "Roni Ben-Ari," the symbol of the type of courage and unrelenting hope that can be found in the modern day Israeli.


I wanted to transport the reader, invite him or her into the very core of the Israeli. To see what I see, what Israelis see and what needs to be seen. I wanted the reader to be submerged in the lives of Dara, Roni and Uri - to feel what my characters felt as if it were palpable - to have the passion permanently imprinted in one's heart.

Published on May 09, 2012 16:00