Psychos: A White Girl Problems Book

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First let me tell you I haven’t laughed and was so annoyed at the same time with a character as with Babe while reading this book. Wonderfully witty, and insanely shallow, exactly how I imagine a too rich, spoiled young adult living the high life would be. Is that good? Or is it stereotyping? I have no idea, but what is good is that this book reads like a breeze and at no point there was anything that threw me off, or made me want to stop reading.

The characters were all very much alive and realistic. I loved the face that the main character throws names, places, and brands in the mix and then just says, “Google it.” Makes you as a reader feel that she knows you’re reading her story, and she’s in a dialogue with you. That she’s actually telling her story to you. Very cleverly done that.

The end was a nice conclusion of the whole messed up affair that Babe’s life was, while there is room for more to come, or she might just be alright and we never hear from Babe again. I would feel sorry for her if things go wrong again and Babette returns to haunt her, but then again it would make for new material for another book to enjoy.

Author and Yogi of the Day – Leslie Kaminoff

 

I’m quite please to be able to present to you a very special author and yogi today. He is a man that has, even if only on paper, taught me a lot.

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LeslieHi Leslie, thanks for taking the time to answer a few of my questions.

I’m sure every yoga teacher that wants to know more about anatomy and breathing in relation to yoga is familiar with your name, but for those who have no idea let me introduce you shortly before we do the Q&A. If that’s okay?

Leslie Kaminoff is a yogi and co-author of the bestselling book “Yoga Anatomy” and creator of YogaAnatomy.net, a yoga educator, and internationally recognized specialist with over three decades experience in the fields of yoga, breath anatomy and bodywork.

How do you feel about teaching yoga and the discussion about certification and licensing?

Well, that’s a two-part question. The first part is easy and quick to answer. How do I feel about teaching yoga? I feel very good about teaching yoga. When I say that I’m referring to whatever I teach in the context of the principles that come to us from the ancient teachings in general, and from my teacher Desikachar and his teacher Krishnamacharya in particular.

The word yoga gets tends to get used interchangeably with asana in the west. That’s unfortunate because there is a distinction. You can be practicing asana and not be doing yoga at all just as you can be doing fantastic yoga that has nothing to do with asana That said, if you want your asana practice to be a tool of yoga, it requires you to have a certain perspective. The one refer to is the actual definition of yoga practice as laid out by Patañjali in the first sutra of the second chapter of the yoga sutras: “tapah svadhyaya ishvara-pranidhana kriya-yogah.”

As far as the discussion about certification and licensing goes, I can relate to the second part of the question to my first answer by saying I feel very good about teaching yoga because I am free to teach yoga. I am free to conduct myself in whatever way I wish that is responsive to and respectful to the people I work with and to my students. As soon as licensing enters into a field, any field, that freedom starts to disappear. I would feel very bad about teaching yoga under a governmental licensing structure, if it ever came to be. That is why I’ve been fighting against licensing for as many years as I can remember.

Certification is different than licensing. Certification merely means that somebody is certifying that somebody else did something. That could be anything from bare attendance to completing really rigorous training in order to get a degree of some kind. At a certain point, through accreditation, the government gets involved and that’s when we start having problems. I’m not against the government per se, I’m just against the government using force inappropriately in a field like yoga, and any other field for that matter. My views on that are pretty well known and they can be found on the site I have created: iyea.us (Independent Yoga Educators of America).

Is there any food that you feel benefits you as a yogi?

No, not any one food in particular. My take on the whole dietary thing is that yoga teachers should not be providing nutritional advice unless they are certified as nutritionist or if they are a healthcare provider with real training in nutrition. In the absence of that, it is outside a yoga teacher’s scope of practice to provide nutritional advice. Even the idea that you have to be vegetarian or adhere to a certain diet in order to be pure, to be a yogi, is really nonsense. However, once food passes into someone’s mouth, they chew on it, then swallow it – what they have eaten enters the province of what yoga teachers can help with.

So, I would say that our scope of practice begins at the inside of the mouth. Although I don’t advise people what they should into their mouths, I do tell them that whatever they choose to eat can be better assimilated through yoga. Just as significantly, they might even be able to make better choices about what they put into their mouths in the first place by becoming more sensitive to what their bodies needs are. This is certainly something yoga has a great track record of helping with.

What is your favourite dish and can you give me the recipe?

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picture and recipe by Kate Schwabacher

I don’t have a single favorite dish and if I had one I wouldn’t know how to cook it. That said, the kitchari and coconut soup at Vatan Restaurant here in New York City is near the top of my list.

Thanks for reminding me of that heavenly dish. I found a great recipe for it on Kate Schwabacher’s site.

What is your philosophy on yoga?

I partially answered that in my first answer when I talked about how I feel about teaching yoga. My philosophy on yoga is that its practice must strike a balance between Patañjali’s three principles of tapah svadhyaya ishvara-pranidhana

Serenity-PrayerPut simply, this is about changing the things you can (tapah), surrendering to the things you cannot change (isvara pranidhana), and having the wisdom to know the difference (svadhyaya). So, my philosophy on yoga is pretty much identical to the ideas expressed in the serenity prayer.

I also would point out that all of those principles can be found in the way our bodies operate, which provides an anatomical grounding to my philosophy on yoga.

Even though this anatomical perspective is in accord with many of the ancient teachings, I don’t gain my sense of authenticity in yoga simply because I’m teaching ancient stuff. If I can find these teachings in the body, and the way it operates, then I feel it’s authentic. If that’s in accord with some of the ancient teachings, great – but if something is ancient and it doesn’t agree with what I can verify through my own experience, than I don’t need to pay attention to it.

What do you enjoy most, teaching workshops or practicing asanas?

Well, since I do much more of the one than the other, I would say what I enjoy the most is teaching workshops, trainings, and classes.

At this point in my life, asana practice is very much on an as-needed basis. I did a lot of practice when I was younger while my body was still growing and developing. That set me up in a pretty good way for my adulthood when I’m now sensitive enough to my body that I don’t tend to build up a lot of the stuff I would need asana practice to get rid off. When I do find something happening in my body that needs attention, I definitely have those tools available.

Is there any pose you’ve ‘lost’ over the years? I mean is there a pose you used to master but now no longer have the ability to hold, and how do you handle that?

(Leslie laughs) I handle that the way I handle everything that changes over the years. There’s a certain amount of change that is inevitable to which I must surrender, and a certain amount of change that I’m in charge of and can actually do something about.

locustsmallPoses I’ve lost over the years? I used to be able to do lotus, but then I had two knee surgeries and realized that I was thrashing my knees by doing things like lotus, which I stopped doing and teaching. I can’t do full locust anymore, or at least I haven’t tried for a while and I don’t think I should. I mean full locust – salabhasana – with my legs up in the air and my feet dangling in my face.

There’s a few others I suppose, but I tell people that every pose you master you are going to lose except for one: savasana – corpse pose. That’s the one I’m trying to master more and more as I get older.

What made you follow the teachings of T.K.V. Desikachar?

There’s a bit of a story there, but this is the way I would sum it up:

I’d already done my swami/guru thing when I was working with the Sivananda organization, so I really wasn’t looking for a guru per se when I sought out Desikachar. It was the teachings; specifically the idea that you could put the breath in the centre of the practice and that was how you integrated everything you were doing. I recognized there was a tradition out there with this idea at its centre, so I didn’t need to reinvent the wheel. I had been working on my own breath explorations, but by the time I met Desikachar in 1988 I was ready to really absorb what this tradition had to say and it was earth shattering for me. Fortunately, I was able to continue with Desikachar right up until he stopped teaching.

What is the Breathing Project? And how did it start?

The Breathing Project is fundamentally a non-profit, educational corporation founded in New York State in 2002. I got the idea for it pretty soon after 9/11 happened in 2001, which was sort of a wake up call letting me know life can change very quickly and unexpectedly in a direction you didn’t want which means you should really be doing what you want and as often and as soon as you can. That’s when I realized I really did want to have a vehicle for doing more teaching and writing.

It evolved into a studio named the Breathing project that opened in February 2003 and it’s still there, going strong. We really evolved into not so much a yoga studio but an educational institution that’s dedicated to supporting the yoga teaching community. We also train people who teach Pilates and Gyrotonics and who do body work.

The Breathing Project is a kind of graduate-level space where you come to learn more about anatomy, kinesiology, and yoga. We don’t have a yoga teacher program, and absolutely never will. We don’t compete with teacher training programs, we support the graduates of all the other teacher training programs. The Breathing Project is also the space where we record the advanced studies courses we teach, to our worldwide community through our online courses at yogaanatomy.net.

And another thing about how it started was simply to have a physical space in New York where people who taught in the tradition of Krishnamacharya and Desikachar could teach as they wished. There was no centre where that was possible prior to the Breathing Project, because any other place where you could teach, like a gym or yoga studio, would have an agenda as to what kind of class was expected.

I know you have a very busy schedule. How do you fit in a daily practicing of the asanas and meditation in your life?

Well, as I said earlier I don’t, I’m too busy. It’s all on an as-needed basis. If I can live my life, play basketball, ride my horse, do my bodywork, and demonstrate what I need to in front of a group of other yoga teachers without making a complete ass of myself, then I consider my practice to have done its job. If I feel that I’m unable to do any of those things because there’s something happening physically, then I go to the tools that I’ve developed over the years, but it’s certainly is not something I need or even want to do every day because I’m too busy doing all those other things I’ve talked about.

What can you recommend to people who want to start practicing yoga but for some reason keep putting it off?

I don’t know what to tell people like that. (Leslie laughs) Actually, I think we all want to do lots of things that are supposed to be good for us but keep putting them off for whatever reason.

The most common excuse I hear is, “I’d like to try it but I’m too stiff to do yoga.”

Maybe they see pictures, videos, and calendars of all these flexible people doing gymnastic things and say, “That’s not for me.” What I say is that being too stiff to do yoga is absolutely, exactly like being too sick to go to the doctor. There’s a yoga for everybody and it’s just a matter of getting over yourself and trying it. But, it’s the same thing with anything that requires change; sometimes we sabotage ourselves. What eventually happens is that our body, our system, our physiology creates an alarm that we simply can’t ignore. For a lot of people it’s being laid up with back pain for a month and having nothing to do but think about their lives. That back pain didn’t start off that way. It started as a whisper and then tried to become a conversation and then it started shouting and then it knocked you on your ass. So, I would tell people yoga practice is a way to tune into the conversation your body is always trying to have with you before it becomes critical – but quite frequently people need to become critical before it gets their attention.

Thank you for taking the time to do this Leslie. I’m sure the yogis and yoginis following this blog are pleased to find you here. If they want more they can best go to your site YogaAnatomy.net where they can book the online course, and sign up for your newsletter. Or just read more about the Breathing Project.

Thank you for your interest, Lucy.

Leslie can be found online on his website http://www.yogaanatomy.net/, Facebook, and Twitter.

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How To Write Like a Goblin on Futility

The Goblin never ceases to make me wonder about stuff that is unsaid, but there nevertheless.

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the goblin, at this point, walked alone along a beach in his imagination where, having come across a washed up stick, the goblin suddenly wonders what he could write across the wet sand on this windy day, “…well, aren’t you wasting your time impudent goblin…” came a very old voice somewhere outside him “… surely, you know very well that I will just wash your scribbles away with the next tide…” came the mocking sea’s voice carried through its waves faintly under in the sea breeze on to the still goblin, it seemed to continue “…go ahead and write, write and be dammed for all I care since I will only wash it away…” the sea repeated again and again to the goblin who after a long while moved the stick slowly across the sand writing “for now I know the gods must envy us our mortality”, after which the goblin ran up to the waves and flung the stick to the sea retorting “…ah but I, in my one little moment, can write on this sand, so take this stick and show me what it is that you, with your forever, can write then…” but the stick just floated in the water, perhaps to drift back to the goblin, perhaps not then, as the goblin walked on passed that day but never really far from the grip that it held on him still

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Do you ever do something even though you know it’s futile?

Featured Author – Merry Farmer

Merry Farmer HeadshotHi Merry, thanks for taking the time to answer a few of my questions.

I’m curious. If you had to choose, history or future, what would it be and why?

Ooo, tough call! There’s something so exciting about the future, about all of the possibilities of what could happen with our civilization and where things might be going. I know I’d love to be on an early interplanetary colonization mission, for example, whenever humanity gets around to exploring again. But in the end I think I’m going to have to say history. There is as much to explore in the way things used to be as there is in the unknown future. Plus, you have to admit, the clothes were excellent! Although I’m not so sure about the layers and layers of Victorian underwear women had to wear.

Knowing this, I wonder if us modern women would still think the clothes were that great if we had to haul all those layers around every day. 🙂

But to skip to a different matter, is there any food or beverage that is a constant factor in either your books or life? And how does that tie in with the choice you made in the previous question?

Call me crazy, but I’m actually a huge fan of British food! Most people think it’s bland and boring, but give me a good, filling pasty or a really excellent shepherd’s pie any day! And there’s nothing quite like British high tea. I actually order special British tea online to drink in the mornings.

I think I would love to go back in time to just about anywhere in England in the 18th or 19th century to have high tea. It would be wonderful, just for a day, to dress to the nines in fine silks and a corset, with a lady’s maid to style my hair, and then to go visit the fine ladies of Mayfair to sip freshly imported tea and eat expertly prepared petit fours. … Okay, that sounds a lot more posh than I really am. I’d be just as content to sit and eat meat pies with the working class while asking them all about the realities of their lives. It’s amazing how the food people eat and the way they eat it tells you so much about people’s characters.

What is your favourite dish and can you give me the recipe?

Since I generally don’t have the time to make things like pasties and shepherd’s pie for myself (and boy do I wish I did!), my favorite dish that I eat several times a week is broiled salmon with pesto. I confess, I use store-bought pesto, but I learned a trick about cooking salmon from the chef at my day job for getting restaurant-quality results that I’d like to share with you.

grilled-salmon-pesto[2][1]_0The trick to cooking salmon is to broil it. It’s simple, easy, and leaves the fish tender and not overcooked or dry. I cook in a toaster oven because I’m usually just cooking for one. Make sure that the broiler is up to full heat. Starting with the salmon skin side up (although I usually have the skin removed), broil on one side for roughly 4 minutes. Then turn it over and broil right side up for 4 minutes. Voila! It’s as simple as that! When the middle is just a teensy bit pink, I take it out and slather it with pesto. It’s the most delicious thing ever, and depending on what sides I’m making, I can have a healthy, delicious dinner ready in 15 minutes or less.

What is the title of the book you would like to talk about, and can you give us a small taster of it?

I love talking about the third full-length novel in my Montana Romance series, In Your Arms.

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Lily Singer has never belonged. Taken from her tribe as a child and raised in a white man’s school, she no longer has a place in either world. Teaching has become her life. When that life is threatened by rumors and prejudice after a string of robberies, she must turn for help to the one man who spells disaster for her carefully ordered existence. Will he save her or steal her heart?

Christian Avery, Justice of the Peace, is used to having things his way. Cold Springs is his responsibility, and when its citizens blame the local Indian population for the mysterious robberies, it’s up to him to restore order and maintain calm. The one person who refuses to follow his lead is the beautiful, native-born Lily. Her defiance turns his life upside down and ravages his heart.

But when town gossip shifts from robberies to romance after a foolish indiscretion, Lily’s job and reputation are on the line. She must choose between the only life she has ever known and the only place she has ever felt at home, in Christian’s arms.

One thing I really enjoyed about writing this book was taking conventional western characters—the schoolmarm and the justice of the peace—and giving them a whole new spin. It’s so much fun to start with the known and take it off into new territory.

Did you have difficulty coming up with the title?

For this one, I kind of did. I either know the title before I’ve even written the book (like with The Indomitable Eve) or I struggled and struggle for weeks to come up with something that works. I do a lot of playing with words and song lyrics and things to find titles while I’m driving around. Driving is a great way to knock your brain into dear!

And finally, can you tell me something no one has ever heard before from you?

Hmmm…. That’s easier said than done, because I tend to blab just about everything that comes to my mind! I learned a long time ago that there’s no point in keeping things to yourself or in keeping secrets. But I suppose I could confess that the sleepier I get, the more I talk and the less I actually pay attention to what I’m saying.

Hahaha, I seem to ‘suffer’ from the same affliction. So, I guess we’re both just very chatty persons. Nothing wrong with that I would say. 🙂

Thank you for being here Merry and good luck with the book, the entire series I should say.  Let me just finish with telling the readers that they can stalk, erm I mean follow, yes follow you online at her websiteFacebook, on Twitter as @MerryFarmer20, and on her Amazon Author Page.

Author of the Day – Sarah Mallery

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Hi Sarah, we’ve met before and you even have a page on my site, so I feel know you a bit. However, the readers visiting today might not know who you are and what you’ve done. I’m glad you agreed to let me ask you a few questions and to get to know the woman behind the author.

Do you still sing? And how do you think writing lyrics differs from writing fiction? It’s both a story to tell, isn’t it?

As far as singing goes, these days I’m not doing it professionally at all, just for fun in the shower or the car when a particularly great song comes on! Something about that shower….

Interesting question about fiction vs. lyrics. Well, to me, lyrics usually rhyme, but it’s also so often about the way the lyrics are colored—the vowels and tones changing, depending on the singer and the significance of the piece. The same with fiction, I feel. Some words just sound good together, rolling off the tongue perfectly. Others sound forced and awkward. When I write and decide to look up a synonym for a word, I carefully voice that word to see if it will fit in with the tone of the piece, much like the lyrics of a song.

Do you miss teaching?

Actually, I still am teaching ESL to adults, part time, and enjoying it immensely. Love their determination, their grace under fire, and their discussions about the ins and outs of their countries of origin. Fun.

Are you still quilting, and if so, do you use a machine or do you create it by hand? I would love to make a great quilt.

quilt redUnfortunately, I don’t have time to quilt anymore. After all, there are only 24 hours in a day! But when I did quilt, I started out doing it by hand, then, because of my having developed carpal tunnel, had to switch to machine quilting. That changed my life. I learned all about the sewing machine’s potential rhythms, how you learn to drop the ‘feed dogs’ and just let your hands manipulate the fabric. At that point, a Zen thing happens, and as you’re eyeballing the stenciled pattern lines, you get into the peaceful space of Ebb and Flow, much like calligraphy. Anyway, I used to teach it that way, and even got good enough myself that I was able to produce some pretty complicated Amish feather quilting lines amidst their signature simple solid colored quilt patterns. Don’t know if I could still do that today, however!

Is there any food or beverage that is a constant factor in either your books or life?

Not in my books, but in my life–water or wine, particularly a nice chardonnay.

What is your favorite dish and can you give me the recipe?

I don’t know about favorite, but one dish that has become popular in our watching-the-gluten-intake household is making lasagna with zucchini strips instead of pasta.ZucchiniLasagnaFT

Basically, you can make your lasagna anyway you want, but just cut strips of zucchini and layer them like you would with the pasta. I use a mandolin (not the musical instrument!!) which is amazing, but learned the hard way that those devices could be easily used in a major crime novel, their blades are so sharp! I now use the mandolin c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y, with a fork as the zucchini diminishes. I suppose one could also just cut the thing with a knife as well. Also, be advised that because zucchini when it cooks releases a lot of water, you’ll have to press out some of the extra liquid as it’s cooking.

Find a nice recipe with turkey here, or a vegetarian one here.

What is the title of the book you would like to talk about, and can you give a small taste of it?

The book I would like to talk about is my collection of long short stories, Sewing Can Be Dangerous and Other Small Threads.

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The eleven long short stories in “Sewing Can Be Dangerous and Other Small Threads combine history, mystery, action and/or romance, and range from drug trafficking using Guatemalan hand-woven wallets, to an Antebellum U.S. slave using codes in her quilts as a message system to freedom; from an ex-journalist and her Hopi Indian maid solving a cold case together involving Katchina spirits, to a couple hiding Christian passports in a comforter in Nazi Germany; from a wedding quilt curse dating back to the Salem Witchcraft Trials, to a mystery involving a young seamstress in the infamous Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire; from a 1980’s Romeo and Juliet romance between a rising Wall Street financial ‘star’ and an eclectic fiber artist, to a Haight-Asbury love affair between a professor and a beautiful macramé artist gone horribly askew, just to name a few.

For those that want to know more before getting their copy, here is a taste:


…Saturday, March 25, 1911 started out like so many other days. Sasha woke up in the dark, got dressed with cold, numb fingers, splashed water on her face from the porcelain pitcher and bowl set out on the kitchen table, gently kissed a sleeping Jacob, grabbed a piece of bread she had covered with jam, and let herself out the door. Feeling her way down the pitch-black hallway by running her fingers over the embossed plaster patterns, she almost stumbled on a nail peeking out of a floorboard just before reaching the front door. The gas light in the vestibule had been out for weeks, and their landlord had refused to fix it. She felt tired and depressed, but as bad as conditions were at Triangle Shirtwaist, nothing could compare with being around Moshe, and so taking a deep breath, she gratefully made her way through lower Manhattan to the sewing factory for a day of overtime and its slightly higher pay.
On the sidewalk outside the factory, she caught up with many of the girls with whom she usually worked—three hundred Italian, German, and Yiddish girls, their thread-worn dresses hanging over muddied petticoats and eyes as dark-circled as hers. Trudging up the path, they were all met at the front entrance by Joe Zitto, one of the elevator operators.
“Okay girls, okay. Let’s get goin’. The rest of the building ain’t opened today, so I’m gonna take ya’s up to the 8th, 9th and 10th floors only. Don’t try to go anywheres else for lunch. The doors to the other floors are locked mostly. I guess Old Man Harris don’t want no burglars comin’ in. So, c’mon girls, let’s go.”
Bending over her assigned sewing machine was excruciating. Her entire body ached from the previous day’s abuse; still, she kept working until lunchtime. She was in no mood to socialize—making idle chit-chat was the last thing she wanted to do, but when she retreated to a corner of the factory floor by herself, two of her closest co-workers, Gladie Moskovitz and Irma Delacina, came over to sit beside her.
“What’sa matter wid you today, Sasha?” Irma peered at her friend as she bit down hard on a piece of Italian bread, some crust flipping out of her mouth and onto the floor.
“Yah, you look different. Is evertink all right at home?” Gladie was more privy to Sasha’s problem with Moshe than Irma was.
“I don’t vant to talk about it—sometink did happen, but I not say…” Sasha feared once she started talking, there would be no stopping. Better to keep mute.
In what seemed like a mere five minutes, the whistle blew, followed by numerous deep sighs and groans. Irma threw an arm around Sasha’s shoulder on the way back to their sewing machines, and handing her a delicate-looking locket from around her own neck, told her, “Here, taka dis to wear. It’s a good luck charm necklace. I got it in Italy. If you wear it, maybe you getta good luck from now on.” She leaned over and gave her friend a little kiss on the cheek.
Touched by Irma’s gesture, Sasha instinctively pulled off a little pinkie ring of her own—a small, silver Jewish star pattern with a pink stone in the center. Uncle Samuel had bought it for her the week before at a local flea market, telling her, “Remember, Sashelah, you’re American now, but always, you are a Jewish girl. Never forget the Torah, my child.”
Irma’s mouth curved into a huge grin as she placed the ring on her pinkie finger. Then the two girls gave each other a quick hug before returning to their stations.
The afternoon dragged on. Sasha found that by concentrating only on the rhythm of the sewing machines, she could block out her misery for a while. Closing her eyes and listening intently, she could almost hear the tapping of a marching band: click, click, slam-slam-slam, whoosh-whoosh, rattle-rattle went the machines. Soon, the entire factory room pulsed.
By 4:45 p.m., the whistle blew as if by magic, signaling the end of the workday and going home to face another round with Moshe. Turning off her machine, Sasha stood up, took a deep breath, and steeling herself, tried to remember the good people in her life, like Irma and Gladie, and of course, little Jacob.
Three steps forward, she smelled smoke.
Girls on the opposite end of the floor next to the windows were beginning to scream in a panicked chorus, and suddenly streaking past her, someone shouted, “Fire! Fire!” Still, she remained paralyzed, her arms and legs like lead, her mouth filled with a bitter, chalky taste. Then the adrenaline hit her and she broke into a dead run.
Dark gray swirls of smoke were seeping in from under the doorway cracks while dozens of girls stampeded past the sewing room, heading towards the elevator shafts or stairwells and ending up crushed together against the in-going only doorways. Hysteria rendered each girl strong. No matter how hard she tried, Sasha couldn’t push her way through the group of flailing arms and legs, so she about-faced to explore other escape routes.
Outside on the street, a man walking by pointed upward and shouted, “Look at the smoke coming out ofthe Triangle building!”
“Yeah, it looks like it’s comin’ from the top floors! What’s that coming outa the windows? Looks like bolts of fabric! Old Man Blanck must really want to save his precious cloth!” a woman chimed in.
“Yeah. Wait! Wait a minute!” the man continued. “That’s not bolts of fabric—they’re—they’re—oh, God in Heaven!”
The cynical woman let out a blood-curdling shriek….

 Did you have difficulty coming up with the title?

Not really. It’s the title of the first story and since it’s about the infamous Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire and the book’s running theme is a tiny ‘thread’ of sewing/crafts throughout the stories, I decided that was the best title to represent the entire book. At one point, I toyed with the idea of calling it “A Stitch In Time,” but opted for the more unusual title.

What do you do marketing wise and what do you think generates the most attention to your books?

Well, I’m still learning the process of this OMB (Overwhelming Marketing Business), but so far, the attention seems to have been coming from different sources—Goodreads, Facebook, bookclubs. I am discovering that my books can be marketed in more ways than the single area of historical fiction. My novel, Unexpected Gifts, has been labeled ‘Women’s Fiction’ on Amazon, and recently, I have been approached by mystery readers, and an international craft association, who wants to feature these Sewing Can Be Dangerous stories as part of their crafting curriculum next year.

Hahaha, I am abbreviations impaired, but I love that one OMB.

To end this interview I’d like to ask you to tell me something no one has ever heard before from you? Hehehe…I love those little dirty secrets, real or make believe. 🙂

Oh, dear…well, as I have mentioned on other sites and presentations, I have always been fascinated by my ancestors, and having inherited some of their memorabilia, have a confession to make. I hate to admit it… and please don’t think badly of me, but…sometimes I like to slip out of our house during the pre-dawn hours, and with my great grandfather’s 1800’s pitchfork and my grandfather’s WWI binoculars, scour the neighborhood, spying into various windows, waiting for innocent future victims—-NOT!!!!!! (hehehe)

Thank you Sarah, for being here and so very entertaining too! 🙂 Should readers want to know more about you they can find, follow, or stalk, erm, I mean become your greatest fan on your websiteTwitter as @SarahMallery1, on Facebook, and Goodreads. But also on my site where Sarah Mallery has a page.