Fiorella taught creative writing for two glorious semesters, but she got in trouble with the powers-that-be by not using a textbook because she believed--and still does--that textbook exercises and instructions are counter-productive when it comes to creativity. She wanted her students to draw inspiration from within themselves, not from textbooks.
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Has Fio ever told you that Husband is a second-generation birder, that his parents traveled all over the world to so his mother could add exotic birds to her list? That she was actually world-ranked at one time?
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As Fiorella has told you, she is now engaged in making her office livable, which means she's plowing through at least a ton of pages, books, and whatnots. Her old teaching stuff can go (although she's keeping the student evaluation accolades), but the books are mostly destined for donation to the Georgetown library, and the whatnots will be tossed or pawned off on friends and family. However, every precious page on which Fio has written an essay, poem, or story will be treasured forever.
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Fio was in a blue funk earlier in the day, frustrated by not being able to do anything about the school shootings, by the nonsense in DC, and by not being able to walk without pain because she'd been to the podiatrist the day before. Then, when she was at her lowest, Husband proposed driving over to Dairy Queen for dipped cones. Sonia Dog accompanied us (although she, of course, requested a Puppy Cup) and we all had a great time. Thanks, you, honey. Thank you, DQ.
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Fio has a hair appointment tomorrow with friend Deborah. Nothing like a stylist you've been going to for at least twenty-five years.
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Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Friday, May 15, 2015
Literary Research
Fiorella will tell you that the reason she writes contemporary romances is because she doesn't want to bother with research, but don't believe her. She might not have to research petticoats and bloomers, but she does have to learn about such things as the places her characters live, what they do for a living, what cars are appropriate for them, and their supposed backgrounds and life experiences.
For Where the Heart Leads, which will come out on November 11, Fio peppered five rancher friends with endless lists of questions about life among the cows. She also consulted an architect, a nurse, a firearms expert, two friends with Master's degrees in theater, a high school principal, a foodie, an expert on Britishisms, a fire builder, and a wine expert.
And tomorrow, for Phillipa's unnamed novella, she's going to sally forth and visit a place that sells landscaping materials, drop by Dairy Queen to check out how a Blizzard and a small ice cream cone would be eaten, and stop at Walgreens to pick up a home pregnancy test.
Don't ask.
Don't ask.
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contemporary,
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Dairy Queen,
Phillipa,
pregnancy,
ranchers,
research,
romance,
WHERE THE HEART LEADS
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