Heading to New Orleans for the Tennessee Williams Festival

So many awesome writers! So much awesome food! If you're in or around New Orleans I would love to see you. 

http://www.tennesseewilliams.net/

Why am I awake at 3:52 AM?

Full disclosure, as a lifelong insomniac it's not that unusual for me to be awake between 3 and 5 AM. I used to fight it, but not so over the past few years. In fact, when I'm not in a house full of happily sleeping people I watch TV or read. I've seen lots of episodes of Scandal when I'm in NYC awake in the wee hours. Even home, like now, I play my Words With Friends turns. It's always fun when a fellow player is also awake. 

But no matter where I am, this is the perfect time to obsess. About money. About the missing plane. About my anemia. And now that I've started a new novel, let that obsessing begin! Is it any good? Does it make any sense? How is the person in Paris going to meet the woman in the bookstore????

Monday I begin a two week stay at The Hermitage, an artist colony on the beach (sunshine! Sand! Ocean!) near Sarasota, Florida. Hopefully I will return with 100 pages written, many books read, higher iron numbers, and a bit of color in my winter cheeks. 

It is hard to describe the joys of retreats like this for a writer (or any artist). Thinking is so vital to making art, and I've done some of my best work when I have days and days to do just that. In fact, much of my new book, An ItalianWife, was written at various stays at Yaddo in Saratoga Springs, NY--as a second project to what I'd gone there to write! And yes, I have a second and third project I'm hoping to make progress on in my weeks away. 

Still, this morning I can't stop worrying over what I've written so far (all thirty pages!) or stop trying to solve plot problems. Ok. Or stop reading every news item about the missing plane. 

But I am growing sleepy now. Tomorrow, Sam and I are going shopping and then picking up the grandmas for dinner. Grilling burgers has become my go to way to pretend it isn't 18 degrees. In March. 

And if you are in or near New Orleans, come to the Tennessee Williams Festival this weekend. I will be there with dozens of wonderful writers. 

Even though I have not solved the woman in Paris and the bookstore problem yet, I do think I will go to sleep...

Off to Tucson and the Tucson Literary Festival!

Cannot wait for:

SUNSHINE!

Enchiladas

Margaritas

Writer friends

Books, books, books

Did I mention SUNSHINE?

Read this quote by Diane Arbus and wanted to share it. "I work from awkwardness. By that I mean if I stand in front of something instead of arranging it, I arrange myself."

DO NOT GO GENTLE

I have just spent three days recording my memoir, DO NOT GO GENTLE: MY SEARCH FOR MIRACLES IN A CYNICAL TIME for Audible.com. Thanks to Open Road, the book is available again as an e reader. And soon on audio. 

It's been an emotional few days, reliving these events. But it's also been an extraordinary experience. 

Here is a description of the book, and a link to it on Open Road. 

Do Not Go Gentle is a transporting memoir about Ann Hood’s quest to find a cure, if not an outright miracle, that would cure her father’s cancer. Her “spiritual Odyssey, with a secret history all its own” would take her from Rhode Island to El Santuario de Chimayo, New Mexico, in search of dirt reputed to contain astonishing healing powers. Along the way, Hood tells the story of her family, their immigration to America, and the author’s reconnection with her Italian heritage. Most of all, this touching memoir is a valentine to the man who was, in Hood’s own words, “the love of my life.”

You can get the e reader here:

 http://www.openroadmedia.com/do-not-go-gentle

Sittin' in a railway station...

...got a ticket for my destination...

One of my all time favorite songs, running through my mind as I watch the woman making coffee here at the Amtrak station in Providence. Hurry up! 

I had one of those wake up every hour sleeps that I get when I need to be up early (4:30 today), so I'm feeling a bit like I've been punched all night. Of course, three episodes of House of Cards before bed didn't help!

Three days of recording Do Not Go Gentle, my memoir about my dad, in NYC. And one of my wake ups was at 2:08, his number. Sometimes you have to believe they are still with us...

The writing life

There are still days when I look up and can't believe I'm a writer. When I was a little girl, I imagined this life. But in my poor small town, that was dreaming big. I didn't listen to naysayers. I had to write. For me, it's like eating and sleeping. It's like breathing. 

And this week, I've been able to finish an essay I've been struggling to write. It is hard to write clearly about a time when you were confused or unhappy for no clear reason. But I think I managed to capture a period in my life of melancholy. And it feels good to have struggled to get it right. 

Also am deep into writing a noir story for Providence Noir. Loving plotting a murder! And I'm glad that I've managed to introduce that second story grace Paley says is necessary for a story to work. 

Then yesterday the new Tin House arrived with my essay on the writer Laurie Colwin, tomato pie, and the beauty of memories. 

Days spent with words make me feel happy. 

Rent the Runway, Not

My beautiful gold designer gown with plunging back did NOT arrive for my black tie event at Rosecliff in Newport Saturday night. So mad!!! Luckily I have a hold sequined skirt that I topped with a pretty black tank, but it wasn't the outfit of my dreams. And Rent the Runway was unavailable by phone for two days, didn't respond to emails, and only appeared when I tweeted my frustration. Honestly, they were not very apologetic. Kind of like: Oops! We can give you a refund! To which I replied, Gee, you think?

 Luckily it wasn't for a wedding or something. And guess what? It arrived LAST night, three days late. Insert angry face emoticon here. 

Another week of mostly rest with lots of iron pills and kale!

But Thursday night I will be at Black Sheep Knitting in Needham, MA at 6:30 with Knitting Yarns contributors! Bring your knitting (I also accept offerings of spinach)!