I worked in education for many years before life took me where it has taken me. Early in my career I worked at a boarding school in the Hudson Valley, NY. I spent four years there and met some truly amazing people. Pat was one of them.
I wrote this several years after he was killed.
I still think of him nearly every day.
Memorial Day: Remembering Pat
I’ve never written about this before. To be honest, I think about it almost every day, though it’s never something I’ve written about. Being Memorial Day, I think that it’s time.
October 12, 2000. The United States Navy Destroyer USS Cole was attacked by suicide bombers while in port at the Port of Aden, in Yemen. It was a Thursday.
When I first heard that the attack had happened on the news, I was of course sad to hear about it. But something bothered me, on the very edges of my mind that I had no explanation for until the wife and I got home from a night out.
I had left SKS, a boarding school in New York and was now teaching at PJRHS, a day school in North Jersey and going to Graduate School at Seton Hall, so I had fallen out of the loop a bit, but I remember the last time I had talked to Pat. He had visited SKS in his uniform and to me, didn’t look much different, except for the uniform. I already thought he was a pretty solid young man by that point. I had been the Dean of Students for his graduating class and remember really taking pride in that.
There are days that I wish I had stayed on in that role. But I didn’t. I remember shaking his hand as he prepared to leave, telling him to take care and to keep in touch.
The wife and I came home on that Friday evening from dinner at the Dublin Pub in Morristown, NJ and a movie that I don’t recall, to find a message on our machine from Billy, my good friend at SKS. I remember it like it happened this evening…
I was just walking into the room scratching the ears of our dog, Gracie, as the wife hit the message button after having seen the blinking light.
“Kugs…I don’t know if you’ve heard, but, that ship that got hit out there, well, I don’t know how to say this, but Pat was on it. It looks like they can’t find him…call me.”
I remember leaning forward and just catching the edge of our bed and managing to find a way to be seated. Gracie came up and laid her head on my lap and I scratched her head. I remember saying “I just knew…” and then I cried a lot.
Pat was the kind of student that makes me miss teaching. He was not a spectacular student, but a good one, truth be told. He worked very hard and he gave me some of the best teaching moments I’ve ever had.
He was also the kind of athlete that makes me miss coaching. He was not an amazing athlete but he worked really hard there as well. He loved lacrosse and did things on the field that were amazing. He was a coach’s kind of player. I remember hearing the head coach remark once, “Man, Kugs…give me a team full of kids like Pat. That would be a fun team.”
Pat became a student of the game, throwing himself into Lacrosse. I remember well the times that he simply willed our team on to victory or times when simply had a better idea than everyone else. There were also times that he simply threw himself in front of the ball as it was shot towards the goaltender. I remember he asked me early in one season to track that sort of thing for him, as I kept the game stats. I did, though I remember telling him he could easily track it himself with the bruises on his legs but he grooved on making the play, so I tracked his blocked shots for him. I was glad to, since Pat had asked.
Pat made some mistakes early in his time with us, including an incident where my car was shaving-creamed and the air was let out of all the tires. I was much younger and less mature then and I was pissed off at what had been done to my car. I was living in the dorm then, which lends itself to hard feelings and small worlds in which to express them.
I was seriously pissed off. No one else from the offending group stepped up, except Pat. He was sorry, and he made that clear. So, as a result, I was able to write the whole thing off as a goof, because of Pat. He looked me in the eye and as no real damage had been done, we all moved on.
There were other times during his time at school where I saw him stand up in a manner that was way beyond his years, but they are not stories for this space. Those are stories that belong to those who lived them.
But there are some that I can share: I was trying to teach Hamlet to a group of seniors that had little interest and less motivation to study Shakespeare. Pat was in the class as we were trying to read aloud the “Folger Library’s” excellent translation.
It was not going well. At all.
After a tremendously unsuccessful class, Pat happened to stay behind a moment, I believed because the young lady he was dating was in my next class, but as I was the assistant Lacrosse coach, and he was our Coaches Captain, he seemed quite comfortable telling me:
“Kugs…this reading aloud thing is not gonna work for everybody.”
He was right. I was trying to teach a play in a dead and overly artistic language to students who came from such disparate academic backgrounds and in some cases, countries, that everyone was amazingly uncomfortable. The last few days where I’d tried to have them read the play aloud had been a colossal waste of time.
I asked him, as I too had felt it hadn’t been working, “Well, you got any ideas?”
And he did. He always seemed to.
He thought that the class would be able to get it if they were able to follow along in their Folger editions as they watched it onscreen. I remember his saying: “If everyone can see what’s happening, I think they’d get it.” And he was right. I never taught Shakespeare the same way again.
Pat forced me to think differently as a teacher and I did for the rest of my career. Remembering the way his class changed after I took his advice makes me miss teaching, as it was among the most satisfying experiences I ever had as a teacher. That was a fun group, especially once we were all on the same page, thanks to Pat.
I think my favorite memory of him might be the words he spoke at halftime of the championship match of his senior year, which was held at the Harvey School. The team was not playing well and was starting to get down on itself, as it was losing somewhat dramatically for the first time all season.
It was a crisp and clear day and I can still see Pat in my mind, leaning on his longstick, as the Coach asked him if he had anything to add. I remember it much like this, as he said “Guys, I’m going to be on a ship somewhere in a year, and I don’t think they’ll let me bring my stick, so this is like my last game ever, and I’d rather remember going out there with my friends and having fun playing lacrosse and leaving it all out there on the field.”
And they did. I think we lost that game, but I know I remember the second half being genuinely satisfying. And I remember Pat smiling at least a little on the way home on the bus.
There was another time when a group of students had pulled some kind of prank on me, which again was not uncommon in those days. I reacted badly, which I’m embarrassed now to say was also not that uncommon in those days. I was younger then. Anyway, I decided who was at fault and pretty much lashed out at the group. They lashed back and it was an uncomfortable few days as these were young men in my classes, in my dorm, and some were on my team. It was Pat that sought me out, and told me, “Kugs-I’m not going to tell you who pulled that on you, but I will tell you that it wasn’t the guys you flipped out on.”
And I believed him, because it was Pat. I found those guys and apologized. They were less than enthusiastic about my efforts and actually got kind of snarfy about my even approaching them. It was Pat, again, who said, “Let it go guys-he stepped up and said he was wrong. Let it go.”
And we all kind of let it go. Because of Pat.
Yes, I may have been the adult here, but those lines get very blurred in a boarding school environment like SKS. I was young and impulsive and so were most of the kids I dealt with. It made for some interesting times and interesting relationships.
When Pat was killed, I remember feeling that my life as a teacher had just grown less magical. I’d never lost a student before, much less one that I thought as highly of as Pat Roy. I remember showing up at PJRHS that next Monday having missed a morning department meeting. My boss at the time found me just before classes started and voiced her displeasure at my absence. I had only been there a few months and didn’t really know anyone that well. I remember standing in the hall just outside my classroom thinking that there was no way I was going to get through the day and I told her so. I said, “I just lost one of the best I ever taught…”
They held a memorial service for Pat sometime in the next few weeks and I went up and spent the weekend on campus. It was a very strange weekend as I was definitely an outsider returning. The staff had changed and the kids had changed too. The weekend went by in a bit of a blur. I remember standing on the field where they planted a tree for him. This was the field that Pat had roamed as a defenseman and even run balls for me when I coached the soccer team. It was a beautiful day and a lot of the old crew returned to campus to honor him. Pat’s family was there and I recall being genuinely moved by their grace and humility.
I took a picture that day of the tree they planted, which looked out on the field and the Hudson Valley. I kept it in my classroom and then my office. When I left education, I brought it home, where it sits on my desk today.
Now and then, I would look at that picture, seeing that little yellow tree and it would be just the right message at just the right time. Perhaps I was dealing with a really tough discipline problem and seeing Pat’s tree would remind me to be fair and hear the whole story.
I remember other times when the students were driving me out of my mind and looking at that tree would remind me that whatever my current crop of students were doing, it would pale in comparison to some of the stuff Pat and his pals pulled and that would make me laugh every time.
And other times, I would see it and it would make me sad for the loss of a beautiful young life, so full of promise and talent and humor, to such a senseless act of violence. No parent should have to bury their child. And I am sad to think of his family, his younger brother in particular, that lost far more than I did, having to move on without him. I still have an image of Pat coming into my office at the end of his senior year with his little brother on his shoulders, saying, “Kugs-this is my little brother,” and flashing a proud smile. It was just about the happiest I’d ever seen him. And it makes my heart hurt.
And then, I think of Pat and something he said to me as I, in one of my heavier stages, was running laps with the team. I’m sure I looked winded and I can still hear him laugh, and call out, “Suck it up, Kugs!”
And that makes me smile, even now, all these years later.
This essay, along with many others is available in The Best of Aloha Kugs: Volume I, available HERE!
Being part of the writer’s community has given me the opportunity to get to know a lot of interesting people.
Reconnecting with people from all aspects of my life via the magic of social media has given me the same opportunity. This month’s interview features my friend Kelly Rebmann. Kelly and I went to The College of Wooster together years and years ago and have reconnected over the years on Facebook. Her job takes her all over the world and her posts about her work, travels, adventures and life in general are typically among my favorite reads every week. In addition to her work and posts, Kelly is a really good writer with a unique voice, who I’m hoping we can coax into writing more…Please help encourage her with copious comments on this blog!
So, Kelly! What have you been up to since our days at Wooster?
Well, it's been an interesting journey from there to now. I intended to take some time off and travel after college, but I got nervous. It felt like I was supposed to start a career right away, so I got a job in Medical Publishing in Philadelphia.
It hardly paid the bills. I lost something like thirty pounds because I really couldn't afford groceries after rent, car, school, and other bills (poverty is such a great diet plan!). I was waitressing at night to make ends meet and wouldn't turn the heat on until temperatures reached freezing. It was good incentive to find a better job, and eventually, I found Sanofi Pasteur-a vaccine manufacturer. I've worked for them since 1997 minus a two-year stint from 2010-12 in New York City with a different pharmaceutical company to launch a drug for COPD.
A bit of irony is that now I travel all over the world with my current job with Pasteur.
What drew you to working for Pasteur? How did they get on your radar?
I was connected through a head hunter. I was working for a medical publishing company during the day and a lot of night shifts at a local T.G.I. Fridays. My car was belching out black smoke and I was trying to get enough money to fix the head gasket before it warped my whole engine. I was really tired of literally rolling the pennies to get enough cash together to get the subway to work. Everyone should go through hard times because it really does make you hungry for something better.
A friend of mine had scored a field sales job and was doing well, and I thought, “I am SO SURE I can sell things! And that sounds like a good gig with healthcare and no night work.” Let me be clear, there are eighteen sh*t tons of night work in Pharma Sales and selling things is hard. I was dead wrong on those fronts. So, I interviewed in the Poconos and got the job, and that’s where a very excellent career began! I never expected to be with them 20+ years later, but now it’s essentially a family in many ways, less a job.
I really enjoy your posts from all your travels, but I don't really understand what you do.
I am the Head of Vaccine Medical Capabilities for Sanofi Pasteur, which is a fancy way of saying that I am in charge of identifying and developing the non-science skill sets of our Global Medical Team, which is roughly 360 people all over the world.
I identify what we should be good at, namely things like Presentation and Communication Skills, Emotional Intelligence, Strategic Thinking, and Leadership. I figure out how good we need to be and if we are good at those things now. Then I develop and execute training to make us good. This is a brand-new role in the organization, so my partner and I have been doing things from scratch, which is exciting but messy and busy. It means I'm sometimes building a class while I'm flying across the world to teach that same class. There's too much to do, not enough resources, and never enough time. It's a helluva good time!
It sounds like it! Do you have to adjust the approach you take to teaching based on the country?
In short, yes. In general, I have to speak much more s l o w l y than I typically do, and I cannot speak in metaphors. As it turns out, I speak in almost ALL metaphors. They make no sense to a global audience, so you have to rehaul how you communicate completely. Stripping down the way you talk and focusing on speaking the most absolutely simple English while you are trying to teach complex content is… challenging. But English is not their Mother Tongue, so they need… see? Mother Tongue. Makes no sense to a Chinese audience.
Everyone I work with speaks English but the levels vary. So, in Japan, I have a translator. I speak and he/she is simul-translating via headphones for the team. The Portuguese will allow me to teach without a translator, but on complex concepts, I have someone retell content in native language. I can understand all accents, but I struggle with the South Koreans and the Japanese. However, the Japanese call me Kerry-san, so I will do anything for them. I adore them.
I have become so much more culturally aware and patient with my current global role. Many cultures have zero concept of what my sister refers to as the “hula hoop” of personal space. Indians will literally put their body on top of your body whilst waiting in a line. This is not comfortable, but you learn to just see things as different and not bad. However, I really wish deodorant was more prevalent. My nose is armpit level to most people. It will nearly kill me in a public transportation situation.
Is this the sort of thing you thought you'd do when you graduated? What was your path like from there to here?
God, no. I thought I would be married, have two kids, a fence, and a dog. Maybe be, I don't know, a writer of some sort. I sort of skidded through college. I was a Biology Major who should have been an English Major, and I had no idea what I could do when I left Wooster.
Falling into a Pharmaceutical Sales job with Sanofi Pasteur was a gift that led to a thousand other gifts: great skills development, the chance to move all over the US, making great friends that are now like family, and a job that turned into a career.
I started in Sales and it turned out that charm, hard work, and being a bit pushy is a good combination for that job. Then, I graduated into Training and Management and then Marketing. A few years ago, I made a left turn and took a global role that started this heavy travel I've got going on now. It's been fascinating.
What is your favorite thing about your career right now?
The travel. I'm from a one-horse town in Pennsylvania. I never dreamed that there would be a day that I would walk to work along the Champs Elysees in Paris or eat chicken feet with Malaysian coworkers in Kuala Lumpur. Or even learning to cha-cha in Colombia at a business dinner because we all had a little too much red wine after a long day of training. I couldn't have dreamed it.
I have learned so much about the world and how to swim in it successfully from this job. It is a gift. A tiring gift sometimes, because it is hard to be away from home and run a household, be the breadwinner, be a good daughter, friend, and neighbor, but it is an incredible gift.
What is your least favorite thing about your career right now?
I am never enough. It is never enough. No matter how many hours I work, how good I am at prioritizing the work, no matter how good I am, I simply cannot provide everything that is needed and I cannot meet everyone's needs. No project is done well enough, people's needs aren't fully met, things are ignored because even though they are important, they are simply a lower priority. It is truly exhausting to feel like you are giving it 110% and you are never enough. It wears on you in a way that is hard to explain to people who are more casual about their jobs or have different kinds of jobs.
You travel a lot. To date, what are your favorite and least favorite places you've been?
Least favorite is easy: Frankfurt. It is dreck. Dull, gray, boring economic center with no meaningful historic things to see. Lots of drug addicts lying around. I was sure I was going to be murdered on my walk from the train station to my hotel. I left and went to Wiesbaden. Ask me about the co-ed Roman bath house.
My favorite is so hard because every city has its own spirit. I'm a total Europhile, so I have to admit I thought I would hate Asia and I love it.
One of my favorite places was India. It is heartbreaking in a way I can't explain. The poverty is so vast and so bad in Mumbai--it is truly indescribable. People literally living on top of garbage. Mothers with naked babies living on top of garbage, everywhere. I have never been so shocked and sad in my life, but then, there is so much beauty too.
You can throw a rock and hit five pop-up temples. A few pieces of wood cobbled together with a statue on top and passers-by have placed red soda pop bottles all over it in offering. Then, cows walking down the street and random people just take care of them because they are sacred. And the food is amazing! The people are gracious and they bow to say hello. It's all so gorgeous and amazing.
OK-tell me about the co-ed Roman bath house?
I was visiting Frankfurt on my way to vacation in Prague. A friend of mine writes a travel blog and told me about a spa that was built on the actual site of a Roman sweat bath. You follow the same rituals as ancient Romans, raising your body temperature slowly then plunging into a cold pool. I was intrigued and then she told me it was fully naked and fully co-ed. I’m from Pennsylvania. We barely get naked for the shower; we are prude-y. But I thought, “I am a world traveler now. And I don’t know a soul there, so what the heck. Try something new!”
It happened that I got hair extensions just before the trip, so I had this extraordinarily long blonde hair. Like a Viking. No kidding. I looked like Lagertha the Shieldmaiden. So, I show up at the spa, take off all my clothes in the girl’s locker Room, put this giant white-girl weave in a braid, steel my shoulders, and stride into the spa like Lady GD Godiva. I was petrified but determined.
The spa, as you might imagine, was 90% men. Shocking. An interesting fact, 80% of the men were Asian. I’m not making any further comment about it. Just an observation. A few observations:
• Most of the men can describe every birthmark on my body
• I can describe every ceiling tile in every room
• However, I will say that circumcision is not common worldwide, it appears.
I walked around like I owned the joint, just determined to enjoy an ancient experience. I was, however, carrying around a piece of paper with instructions that turned into a wet, soggy clump by the time I was done.
I got the giggles only once. When I was in the dry spa and a 120-year old German man came in and crawled up beside me on the upper bench. Whilst he was giving that a go, he put his bottom DIRECTLY in my face. His backside was literally 3 inches from my nose. I just simply burst out laughing. The spa lady had poured water on the rocks and was whipping a towel around her head like a hellion and this man’s little scrawny bum was in my face. It was just so surreal and so beyond I just lost my mind. I had to leave.
All said, it was a great experience. I did, indeed, feel like Lady Godiva, Lagertha- Bigger and Bolder than before. So, cheers to shocking experiences!
Cheers to that! Besides that, what's the strangest thing you've experienced overseas?
God, I could tell ten stories here, but here’s one!
After 10 days in India, I was exhausted and tired so I booked a spa treatment. I had a flight later that night and a few hours to kill so I thought it was a perfect end to a long week. I didn’t know the local conventions for massages in other countries though. Do I get naked? Do I not get naked? Sometimes there is no English-speaking person to guide you through it, so you wing it and hope for the best.
This time, I had an ancient Hindi woman as my therapist and she spoke no English at all. She gestured for me to take off my clothes and left the room, so I stripped bare, laid down, and pulled the sheet over me. She came in, took the sheet off me, and motioned for me to sit up. Now, I'm fully naked, sitting up on the table, and, um, confused. She turns away from me and is doing something that I can't see. It's dim in the room and her hands are busy with something, but I can't imagine what’s coming. “Is that Oil?” I wonder to myself.
She turns back towards me with her hands cupped in front of her and comes closer. She separates her hands and something is in them, but I can't see what it is. She raises her hands over my head and then turns her hands over and slaps me on top of my head with both hands. And I mean SLAPS me. Then she starts rubbing her hands back and forth in my hair like a madwoman. At this point, I know that it was oil and herbs in her hands. I don't know what herbs but they are VERY strong smelling. After a minute of vigorous head massaging that left me looking like a drunk Yeti, she indicates that I should lie down. The rest of the massage was lovely but I smelled like all of India. I took THREE showers before that flight, but when I sat down in Business Class for the sixteen-hour flight home, the Japanese gentleman next to me scowled and took out a fan and started waving it at his face. I was mortified. Indian herbs are powerful!
What was the purpose of the herb-smacking?
I have no earthly idea. Health?
What do you hope to be doing in ten years?
Selling tomatoes on the side of some country road. I will be half dead and ready to retire at 55 and if I stop buying shoes, I think I might could do it.
What question do you wish I'd asked you today?
What's the worst thing I ate on my travels? It's a toss-up between chicken feet, snake soup, or jellyfish, but jellyfish is the winner. Terrible, slimy, cold, nasty.
Where and why did you eat Jellyfish?
It’s absolutely disgusting. I’ll tell you more later
And finally, what are you three favorite words?
Zephyr, Wexford, Love
Those are great words and are a perfect ending to our talk! Thanks so much for sharing some of your adventures on “Kugs says Aloha!”
To say I've learned a lot in the last year in business would be a ridiculous understatement.
A year ago, I was at the very beginning of my publishing journey. A big part of that first month in business was putting together my first release, THE BEST OF ALOHA KUGS, Volume 1. It's a collection of memoir-style blogs and observations, many of which I wrote during my years living in Hawaii.
As I said, I've learned a lot in the year since, but this little book and the stories it contains holds a very dear place in my heart.
In celebration, I"d like you to have it for free. Click here for the next two days and it shall be yours! Please feel free to check out my other books as well!
Aloha, Mahalo, and Happy Reading! Big things are coming soon! (Like Book #3 in the Avery & Angela series!)
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Welcome to the inaugural edition of a new feature here on the site, “What Rob Read!”
It’s really simple: These are some of the books I’ve read and enjoyed lately that I think you should check out, in no particular order. I’ll include links to the books and to the author’s pages so you’ll have everything you need to check them out.
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Lately, I’ve been trying to read more in the genre I’m writing in with my Avery & Angela series, so I’m looking at a lot more YA/NA novels including Robyn Schneider’s The Beginning of Everything and The Infinite Pieces of Us by Rebekah Crane.
The Infinite Pieces of Us introduces us to Esther Ainsworth, a math-loving high schooler who's family recently relocated from suburban Ohio to Truth or Consequences, New Mexico in an effort to escape a rather significant secret from Esther's recent past. It's a story about trying to move forward when your heart won't let you forget and the cast of characters Esther meets in her new home are a blast. Isolated from her past and passive-aggressively being shunned by her sister and parents, Esther's new pals help her find a way forward with often hilarious escapades and heart-breaking sensitivity. I liked Esther's voice and reccommend you check out this and Rebekah's other works here!
I really enjoyed The Beginning of Everything, in large part because it has a male protagonist, which I obviously enjoy, writing a series in Avery’s voice. It’s less common in YA than I think it should be, and I really got into Ezra's story immediately. It's an interesting premise: Super-popular boy falls out of favor socially and seeks connection a new group of friends, including the mysterious new girl, Cassidy. There are some surprising twists that move this book joyfully far away feeling predictable and you're going to love his dog. Honestly, I'd really enjoy seeing her revisit Ezra's story in a future book. You can learn more about The Beginning of Everything and Robyn's other books HERE!
I am writing in Young/New Adult at the moment, but that's not all that I read. I enjoy multiple genres, including Sci Fi, and one of my favorites is the great John Scalzi. I've read pretty much everything he's written and clamor for more. His world-building is fantastic and unique to each book. Also, frankly, he's funny. There's a humor and an irreverence to his characters that I just find so enjoyable in a genre that sometimes can be dour. Recently I've read book #2 in his "Interdependency" series, The Consuming Fire which is a nice follow-up to The Collapsing Empire. The books focus on the future of the human race, spread out in space and connected through the "Flow," an interdimensional travel conduit that is beginning to disappear, isolating whole planets from the remainder of the Interdependency. It's an apt social commentary as well in a world where we are increasingly connected, yet constantly being bombarded with calls to isolate ourselves. The story is nuanced and I hesitate to give much away, but if you've never read Scalzi, you should, and this is a good gateway into his work. I plan to discuss his "Lock In" series in a future edition as I find that to be similarly prescient. You can learn more about John and his books, including his "Old Man's War" series HERE!
Thanks for reading and for supporting this site and my books. Please check out the novels above and comment below with what you think AND what you are reading yourself! I'm always open to recommendations! Maybe your recommendation will make the next installment! Until then, HAPPY READING!
I’m very excited to present the debut of a new feature here on the blog that I’m calling Kugs says Aloha...based on my other series of books. I’m equally excited that my first interview features my friend R.V. Bowman, author of the Pirate Princess Chronicles! I was privileged to serve as an advance reader for book #1 in the series, Hook’s Daughter: The Untold Tale of the Pirate Princess, which I highly recommend you check out right after reading our interview!
R.V., my friend, welcome to the inaugural edition of Kugs says Aloha!
Thanks so much for having me!
Let’s dive right in. Why do you write?
I write for two reasons. First, because there are all these characters in my brain that are clamoring to have their stories told. Second, because I am a reader. Books/stories have been hugely important in my life. There have been characters that were huge influences on my life. The idea of doing that for someone else, for creating a place, people and events that readers love is like magic to me and it is deeply fulfilling. To hear my middle-grade students arguing with each other as to who gets to read my book first, I just don't even have words for that.
That’s very cool. I’m always amazed at how many writers are or have been teachers, myself included. When did you first realize that you were a writer?
I was a storyteller first. When I was in elementary school, we used to go out to recess whether it was -10 or 100 outside. When it was super cold, the girls would huddle by the wall. I would sit in the middle and spin stories. As long as I kept everyone entertained, I got to stay in the middle which was the warmest spot. By sixth grade, I had decided I was a writer. I've written in one form or another most of my life.
Where did you grow up that it was -10 at recess?
I grew up in Michigan around the Detroit area. And we always went out to recess no matter how cold or how much snow! I'm actually a lover of all things winter.
What is the first story you remember writing?
I wrote this truly horrendous adventure story about a girl shipwrecked on an island who was befriended by these panthers. One was all white and one was all black. They often bristled like pinecones.
That sounds way better than my first book, an eight-page complete history of dinosaurs. What have you published to date?
As you know, I published my first novel on Oct. 31, 2018. It's the first in a middle-grade fantasy adventure trilogy called Hook's Daughter: The Untold Tale of a Pirate Princess.
I really enjoyed it, as did my teenage daughter. What are you working on right now?
Book 2 in the trilogy - Pan's Secrets: Rommy's Quest for Answers. I'm hoping to have it out by the end of March/early April.
I’m looking forward to it! Do you remember one line or paragraph that you wrote and thought immediately, "Wow-that's really good?”
I wrote the first scene of Hook's Daughter: The Untold Tale of a Pirate Princess. It's a fencing competition. I went back to read it and kind of forgot it was my own writing and was pulled into the story.
I’ve experienced the same thing. I’m actually reading my first novel to my children now and periodically I come across a line that I don’t remember writing and being impressed with it. It sometimes makes me a little anxious about the writing I’m doing now. Have you experienced that?
I don't know that it makes me anxious. To me, it kind of feels like magic because there is something that happens when I am writing. I mean, I do the work and the plotting and the research, but then I kind of "fall into the hole" of the story. When I go back to read it, I'm often kind of amazed that those words came out of my head. I can never get over that I get to bring people and places to life that didn't even really exist before. It's kind of the same feeling I got when I had my kids. I'd look at them as newborns and just be completely blown away that I grew this whole being and here they were - somebody brand new.
What do you know now that you wished you knew five years ago?
I wish I knew that in order to write a book, I needed to say no to other things. I spent a lot of years not focusing and just spinning my wheels. I wish I knew I didn't need anyone's permission to focus on one creative project.
You can have dinner with three other writers, living or deceased. Who's coming for dinner? Why these particular writers? What do you hope to learn or experience with them?
Just three? It's hard to narrow them down but I think I'd invite J.R.R. Tolkien, J.K. Rowling, and Joanna Penn. Tolkien was a genius and just listening to him (or going for a walk since he was a big walker - C.S. Lewis was too) would be beyond amazing. I think I'd want to know about how he created his worlds and how he tied all of his plots back together in the end. J.K. Rowling created some of the best known/loved characters/worlds in modern history. She also writes to my age group. I'd love to know so many things from her like how she built the Harry Potter world, how she deals with such a large amount of success and still connects with her readers. Joanna Penn is my modern writing hero because she looks at writing as a business and thinks long term. I'd love to just pick her brain for my specific platform. Also, she just seems super nice and like someone I'd enjoy chatting with.
Those are great choices. I’d like to be at that dinner. I’ve had the chance to meet Joanna Penn and you’re right, she is super nice. She told me once, “When I solve a problem for my own author business, I tend to write a book on it!” In that vein, what advice would you offer writers who are just starting their journey?
If you want to write books, you are going to have to say no to some things. Writing requires not just time, but emotional and physical energy. Also, just start. Don't take another course or read another book on writing or watch another YouTube video. Just start.
Exactly. Just get started! If I ever get a tattoo, it will probably be “Just keep writing” on the top of my hands. How can I support you as a writer?
Share ways writers are successful. I love Joanna Penn because she makes being a full-time writer seem so possible. I am super jealous that you got to hang out with her. She's always so optimistic and was really the person who made me think I could actually BE a writer.
She is tremendous. As we finish up, I ask every writer this, what are your three favorite words?
Splendidly; lalapalooza; serendipitous (at the moment - these are subject to change)
Well, this interview went splendidly! Thanks so much for taking the time to talk with me!
Thanks again To R.V. Bowman for talking with me! You can check out book #1 in her series on Kindle Unlimited and get the eBook for .99 cents March 5-8. Book #2 in the series, Pan's Secrets: Rommy's Quest for Answers is dropping on May 1st!
Please check out her homepage HERE!
Exactly one year ago, I made a choice.
After years of hoping someone else would swoop in and take charge of my dreams, I decided to move forward on my own with my writing. I decided to stop messing around. I didn’t want to be part of a writers ‘fantasy camp’ mentality any longer, so I started my own company.
After googling “How to write a business plan,” I wrote out the following goals:
Short term goals:
1) Publish my novel, The Last Good Day. Put it in front of an audience.
2) Learn the industry further and develop a company that is able to, through my work as I’ll be the only employee, get a book out and in front of its audience.
3) Execute a marketing plan that makes sense in terms of the money I can spend and the audience I want to reach.
4) Learn how to discipline myself with the needs of the business and those of being a writer-write like a professional and run a business like a grown up.
5) Do not let any of this get in the way of my role as a parent/husband/friend/family member
6) Make $1 profit.
7) Generate interest in the next story.
Long term goals:
1) If I’m good at this, I will create a space that I can not only put out my own works, but I can support the work of other writers both within and without the bounds of my own family.
2) Make back the money I am going to invest.
3) Be a model for my children on how one can grow over time and learn how to do the things we want to do in our own way.
4) Believe in myself.
5) Have an article about me in Wooster Magazine.
6) Be interviewed on Fresh Air by Terry Gross.
7) Appear as a speaker at the WDC and be in a position to tell all of the people like me that it’s possible.
8) Be that guy that knows how to do this.
To publish good books. To tell good stories.
To give ear to voices that one might otherwise miss, in the great
disquiet of our modern world.
I’ve accomplished some of those, not all, but overall, it has been a remarkable year. I’ve accomplished a lot and I hope to do more. I hope that I learn to work smarter as well as harder.
2018 saw four books hit the market with my name on them. I even sold some. People asked me to sign them. I was invited into classrooms to talk about writing and publishing. My books were featured in my alma mater’s bookstore. I’ve made some new friends in the business and have learned a lot from them. I have so much more to learn.
That said, if 2019 is anything like 2018 was for me as a writer, it’s going to be a pretty fun year.
Beyond the books, it’s been a pretty remarkable year for my family and we find ourselves looking forward to an exciting year as a family with some fun travel planned, despite the impact of the current government shutdown. More on that in future posts.
I still don’t know how it will all play out long-term, but it’s what I did and I’m glad I did it.
We are playing a long game here. Thank you so much for reading and for your support. It makes more of a difference than you know. Full promotion on book #2 in the Avery & Angela Series begins soon, so please check it out now before prices change HERE!
Welcome, Welcome! As we get ready for book two in the series, here's a little primer to bring you up to speed!
Avery & Angela's story begins in my novel The Last Good Day. If you're new to all this, NEVER FEAR! I'm here for you.
What's it all about?
Two best friends. One last day. One huge secret that changes everything.
Avery Young is having a moment.
How he handles it will determine his future.
A talented musician, Avery is leaving home in New Jersey to study at the Boston Conservatory of Music. Before he boards the 8 AM Northeast Connector out of Princeton Junction, he has one last day at the Jersey Shore with his best friend of four years, Angela, who's been unusually distant all summer.
When Angela finally reveals the reasons behind that distance, it changes everything,
When the moment comes, as they stand along the shore, Avery is forced to reconsider who he is, who he wants to be, and more immediately, what is he going to do now? His plans for the future, which include musical stardom and a life of constant creativity with his best friend by his side, have gone completely up in flames.
How can he pursue his dreams when it could mean losing Angela, the only stable thing in his life, forever?
Here are links to everything you need in order to get read for the second book in the series, On the Road to Here.
The novel itself is available in paperback and eBook formats HERE.
You can try a free sample of the first four chapters of The Last Good Day for free HERE!
You can download "The Day Before," which is a prequel chapter to book one by clicking HERE!
Avery, my lead character is a young musician who performs original music in the novel. Two of those songs are available for free HERE. Just click on the cover photo links on the page. If you're curious, one song from the album "Third Wave" is featured in book two. Bonus points if you can guess which one-please leave it in the comments here to play along!
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It has been a long slog in getting to this point. My artist did an amazing job, but the trouble was that I couldn't decide what I wanted. Book #2 is complete and in the hands of my editor as we speak, so we are looking at a release hopefully next month. On the Road to Here takes place over winter break, picking right up where The Last Good Day leaves off and I had an idea of what I wanted on the cover, but nothing was working. After I most assuredly drove my artist, family, friends, and colleagues in various writing groups crazy, I'm excited to reveal the final product! Please let me know in the comments and if you aren't already on the mailing list, please join up HERE as members will get a special deal when the book launches!
My son made a joke the other night.
We were watching “Fresh off the Boat” on ABC and the character Jessica, who’s been a teacher and a writer was now deciding to move into school administration, and wow if it didn’t feel like she was doing my life in some kind of reverse.
I know he was kidding. I know humor is hard for him and I know it’s something he works at and I really wasn’t mad at him. I realized I had a teachable moment and I tried to take it.
We were discussing the episode and he made a comment about how I had something in common with Jessica.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Well, you’re both failed writers.”
I’ll admit, I had a flash of “um, excuse me?” all lined up as his sister came to my defense. I could see on his face that he’d not thought his comment all the way through, so I took a breath and told him to get ready for bed and that we would talk about it after he’d done that.
It’s been a very busy and eventful year for me as a writer. If all goes according to plan, I will launch my second novel next month, my fourth book overall. I’ve led and attended some amazing workshops, met loads of new and interesting people in the writing and publishing world and learned a ton about navigating the industry as an indie. Our lives were busy before, but I’ve never had as much going on as I do right now. That said, it’s unlikely that the business side of things will turn a profit this year. It’s possible if book #2 in the series really takes off, but I’m OK with it, for now.
After he’d done as I asked, I went to his room and calmly explained what success means to me as a writer right now. To me, success means that I get to keep writing books. Right now, I’m content to learn the business, get better at the things I’m still learning to do, and just keep writing. That people have purchased my books, joined my email list, asked me to speak to their classes over the last year is very gratifying to me.
But I’m just getting started. I have more books to write, more stories to tell, more readers and writers to meet and collaborate with and more things to learn. It’s been a really exciting experience for me to start a business, something I knew nothing about before this year. To have started one that allows me to do the thing I’ve always wanted to do is really and truly, as I often say, living the dream.
So, I didn’t yell at him. I just explained that while I hope the business turns a profit sooner rather than later, the bigger goal for me is to just keep moving forward. At this point his younger sister chimed in, asking if I’d buy her a horse when the “Mad cash rolls in,” to which I said no. But I like the way she’s thinking. I think he understood.
If nothing else, it gave me the chance to model goal-setting, long-term planning, and investing in something you love, plus, I didn’t get my feelings hurt either. I just rolled with it, which must be some sort of personal growth, right?
I recently spent the weekend in my beloved Philadelphia at the Independent Authors Conference. It was a great weekend and I met loads of new and amazing professionals and enjoyed having the chance to focus on various aspects of my craft and business. This is not about the conference, however.
As I looked at the Saturday schedule, I noticed that things were wrapping up around 5PM. As I don’t get out of town on my own all that much, I began to think about how I’d spend the evening. None of the sports teams had a game at home I could make, so I looked at a few other events. There were a few that seemed interesting, but then I though I’d reach out to Philly legend Reuben Frank, who in addition to being an authority on Philly sports, is a huge supporter of local music.
So, I tweeted him, asking for his recommendation on what I should check out. He responded with:
“Amazing triple bill at the First Unitarian Church with the incredible @katiebandellen, the fabulous @Glad_eee
and the perfect @chrisfarren/@jeffrosenstock (why doesn't Antarctigo Vespucci have a Twitter?) ... it'll be 117 degrees so don't bring a jacket”
I considered a few other options, including just crashing at the hotel and binging Daredevil season three, but then I found a still, small voice in the form of Avery, my protagonist in The Last Good Day, a young musician himself (as I once was in younger days). I could hear him pulling me to the “BUY” button the ticket site. “You can call it research for book three in the series even” I imagined him saying… Then, I remembered something I’d said recently to a group of young people who are just starting their NaNoWriMo projects.
“Do things worth writing about. Then write about them.”
I clicked the button, bought my ticket, and, since I’m old and I’d been running around all day, I took a twenty-minute nap and then caught an Uber to the show.
We all waited outside the church for about thirty minutes before they let us in. It was every bit a church basement. It looked like a smaller version of the church basement from SPS where we had the graduation dance back in ’87: Dark wood paneling and a simple stage. Ceiling fans that were not spinning and a small raised platform that would serve as the stage, a small sound board off to the side. Along the back wall, a series of tables were organized with artist merchandise.
There was a palpable buzz in the room. I might not have known anything about these bands but everyone else seemed to. Beyond the merch tables, there wasn’t food or beverage available for sale but everyone brought their own. As long as it wasn’t in glass, it was good so I stepped out and popped into a store around the corner and got some supplies for the evening and returned, finding a spot towards the back, near the steps where there was a wall I could lean on. (No seats.)
The first band was Gladie and featured Augusta Koch on lead vocals with Matt Schimelfenig. They were a lot of fun. Their vibe reminded me a little of Best Coast although her voice made me think of Beth Sorrentino, not because she sounds like her, but there’s something about the way she phrased things that reminded me of Beth’s solo work after Suddenly Tammy!
At one point Augusta sang “I am angry, I am lonely, but I’m not convinced it’s you” with what felt like deep meaning yet humor. I love that line. As a writer I sometimes focus too much on the impact of one good line, but that’s a damned good line. I really enjoyed their show and would totally recommend you check them out HERE!
The next artist was Katie Ellen. She’d come past the line as we were all waiting to be let into the basement and seemed very friendly. I got a folky vibe seeing her outside but when she and her band set up I noticed she was setting up an electric and from the first song, this woman shreds. The sound from her full band really filled the space and I was blown away by her playing and unique, nuanced vocals. She brought Liz Phair to mind in terms of overall mood, but she definitely rocked harder than Liz. Check her out HERE!
After her set the lights came back up and I noticed that the crowd had grown. There was a little buzz in the area and a group of young men, probably early twenties moved into the space directly in front of me. Once Antarctigo Vespucci had settled in on stage, the leaders of the group Chris Farren and Jeff Rosenstock seemed to play a game of Rock-paper-scissors or something and then launched into their first song.
It was a tight vamp, drums coming in after a bit, band clearly tight. I was into it. Then, as the vocals kicked in, the room simply exploded. Every single person in front of me knew the words and shouted along. Every head was in motion, including my own at this point, and the mood was simply among the most joyous musical eruptions I’d ever experienced, and I’ve seen Bruce Springsteen four times. This clip doesn’t do the sound justice, but check it out HERE!
It was loud and celebratory and I was instantly swept up in it. The three young men in front of me danced with unabashed excitement, signing the words to song after song to one another as though it was something that they alone were sharing. Constant hugs and crowd-surfing was observed throughout the whole set. The dad in me got a little nervous as a few of the surfers nearly brained themselves on the ceiling fans, and one young man very nearly landed head first, but, as I had all night, I tried to remain in the moment, way outside of my comfort zone, where I’ve become far more comfortable over the last year.
They were loud and musical and held sway over the now packed basement of the First Unitarian Church of Philadelphia throughout their whole set. I don’t know exactly who to compare them to. I felt like I heard a little bit of The Gaslight Anthem, with whom they share a drummer, so it might just be that. The songs were tight and catchy and easy to dive into. The crowd was fun and it was one of the purest experiences of shared music I’d ever enjoyed. Everyone seemed to be saying “I’m so glad I’m here!”
I should say more about their songs and each of the players in the band. They were a very tight unit and I left there a fan, to be sure. But there is a little more I want to say about what brought me there to begin with as well. I can’t recommend this band to you enough, unless you are not a fan of fun. Check them out HERE!
All in all, it was a really fun night that I won’t soon forget, not only because of the amazing artists I was able to enjoy. I’ll hang onto this one not only because the scene is totally going into book three in my “Avery & Angela” series, but also because it was something so different than anything I’ve done in the last ten years. I still love music. I’ve gone to a few concerts but it was always months of planning and saving up for tickets. I haven’t just found a show the day of and given it a chance in over a decade. Yes, I’m older with more responsibilities than I used to have. Yes, I have plantar Fasciitis, and probably don’t get enough sleep most of the time, but I don’t think that those things should make me stop seeking out new experiences or even, as was the case with the show in the church basement, revisiting stuff I used to do all the time.
Do stuff worth writing about and then write about it.
I think that’s good advice not just for the writer in me, but for the guy who’s trying to model living a full life to his children. I work really hard as a parent, as a writer and publisher, and as a mixologist at the greatest bar in the world. I have a lot going on, for sure, like we all do, but in addition to everything else I learned that weekend in Philadelphia, I learned this:
I’m not going to be of much use to anyone if I don’t continue to step out of my adult comfort zone and mosh around with some millennials in a church basement now and again.
Thanks again to Reuben for responding to my tweet. It was a good night. I’ll have to give you another cameo in book three…
And thanks to the bands and their fans. What a blast!