Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

26 May 2009

Literature & Education: Once Upon a Time About the Old West

By Anna C. Bowling

When I think of education and historicals, a lot of things come to mind. There's the one room schoolhouse in Bedford, NY, that fascinated me as a child and I still insist on at least walking by when we're in town. And I won't leave Old Sturbridge Village without a conversation with whoever is interpreting the role of schoolmaster/mistress there. Also fascinating is the life of the colonial schoolteacher, but colonial education has already been well covered here. There could be the case of private tutors in some of the periods I write in, and the world of British public (private, to us Americans) schools could be a universe of its own. I considered using friends' experience as homeschooling parents to explore how many pioneers taught their own children with whatever was at hand.

What comes most vividly to mind is one session of my own elementary education (which was not, I hasten to add, in a one room schoolhouse; we're only going back as far as the 1970s here). We were in a reading circle, and the topic of this unit was cowboys. Our teacher would read through the selection with us and then ask each student a question from her teacher's edition, which had the expected answers given in red. When it was my turn, the question was, "Did cowboys read a lot (for entertainment)?"

I said, "No."

This was not the answer in the teacher's edition. The teacher's edition quoted a passage that books were passed around until they fell apart. I did not contest that. What happened next is part of what sealed my fate as a lover of unusual historicals.

While the passage we'd read did say that about the books, it also said that a good number of men employed in that particular profession were black, Native American, Mexican or Chinese. Since at that time it was illegal to teach slaves to read, that eliminated a number of black cowboys from the ranks of readers. Next, assume that non-English speakers, or those for whom English is a second language, would be more likely to read in their own language, then that takes even more from the pool of readers, or at least divides it into smaller pools. Also factor that the work a cowboy was required to perform did not require a high level of education, so it can be assumed that a portion of the remaining pool of potential English-readers was not literate.

Working from the reduced pool of potential readers, I then took a look at the typical workday as outlined in our passage. If the cowboys rose as early as they did, were engaged in manual labor for much of the day and ended work after sundown, that wouldn't leave much time for reading. Plus it would be dark. Taking all that into account, I told the teacher, it could be true that some cowboys did read for pleasure, but probably not most. There was a moment of silence, a few "umm"s from the teacher, and she did call my parents later on, but the image of those hypothetical cowboys and their reading material stuck with me. Maybe one of them will make it into a story someday.

Yes, I know there are holes in the logic; I was nine. (Western fans, please feel free to chime in.) There were, of course, cowboys of many national origins and ethnicities who might be devoted to Dickens, or who gobbled any newspaper they could get their hands on, and we have letters and diaries written by cowboys to give us valuable insight into how these hardworking men really lived. The passage in that long-ago fifth grade reading group dealt with trail rides, so if I can read while walking, I'm sure there were cowboys who had a book in their saddlebags and could read a novel, text or Bible on the trail as well.

Until someone perfects time travel, we'll have to keep supposing, but who knows? Maybe a few of them had a romance novel stashed in their saddlebags as well.

11 August 2007

What inspires you?

Being a romance author is sometimes challenging for me. I work a demanding day job in addition to writing romance for two publishers. Sometimes these worlds collide like asteroids.

I'm on deadline for the next Egyptian historical, The Scorpion & the Seducer. The book is about an English earl's heir who falls in love with a social pariah, an Egyptian woman. It's due in three weeks. In the middle of this deadline, I received galleys for The Empath, my December paranormal and had to finalize a proposal I owed. Going from historical Egypt to werewolves in New Orleans isn't easy, but I did it. I also had a huge day job project in which I had to write about the tragic death of a six-year-old boy from starvation, and at home, there were family health problems.

At times like this, I search for what I term "inspiration for my perspiration." I find quotes from others who inspire me. Here are some.

"Go where a great story leads you... love the process. Books will come and go, trends will flare and die. This is the only certainty. Do whatever it takes to keep your passion for your work." Christina Dodd in this month's Romance Writers Report.

Christina gave an excellent talk at last year's RWA. I love this quote because it's so true. In the end, the writing is the only certain element in a fluctuating marketplace.

"Protect the work." Susan Elizabeth Phillips.

SEP is an author I credit with helping me to get published because she inspired me with a keynote speech at my chapter's conference years ago. She advised us to break the rules and protect the work at all costs. I broke the rules and wrote a book I thought no one would publish; about an Egyptian sheikh guarding a treasure in the sands in 1892. Now I'm finishing the sixth book in that series.

"We like to pretend it is hard to follow our heart's dreams. The truth is, it is difficult to avoid walking through the many doors that will open... We say we are scared by failure, but what frightens us more is the possibility of success... Take a small step in the direction of a dream and watch the synchronous doors flying open. Seeing, after all, is believing." Julia Cameron from The Artist's Way

What a wonderful quote! Believing in yourself and your dream is the first step. It's hard work, but the hardest part may be taking that first step and believing it CAN happen.

"Whatever you think you can do or believe you can do, begin it. Action has magic, grace, and power in it." Goethe, quoted from The Artist's Way

Another great quote. Just do it. Dreams are wonderful, but they need action to become reality.

Do you have favorite sources of inspiration or quotes from authors you admire?

15 July 2007

Sometimes Life is Hard

I had a great topic for today, but life got in the way.

My dad is dying of stage four lung cancer and a brain tumor. He has fast growing and slow growth cancer. My mom is having mini-strokes that have led to what is known as "lower body Parkinson's."

We have friends and family members who pop in during the day and someone stays the night. The last night I stayed with them brought home the irony of life. I'm sitting at one end of the kitchen table using my nebulizer and dad is sitting at the other end chain smoking.

The doctors tell us dad's time is getting close. Even though the chemo is not really helping, dad refuses to give up. He is going out fighting. He has already lived longer than anyone else I've know with this type of cancer. When dad passes I fully expect my mom to not be far behind.

At night, before they go to bed, they kiss and cry in case one of them is gone in the morning. I hope when my time comes, I can face death with the dignity and determination of my father.

One last thought, if you smoke, STOP. As a former smoker I know how hard it is, but dying from lung cancer is not pretty and very hard on those who love you.

14 May 2007

Blog by

I'm so sorry I missed my day to post, so here a blog by to let you all know that I'm technically still alive. I just buried under a mountain of edits.

We (my business partner and I) were also victims of credit card fraud, embezzlement, internet fraud and out-and-out grand larceny while we were living it up at RT last month, so the policemen (don't you love a man in uniform) and I have become fast friends.

Our illustrious leader, Carrie, was kind enough to email me a reminder before my day, but since I haven't even opened my computer since the 10th, I missed it. This would have been a good thing, since I thought TODAY was the 13th and I planned on writing something this afternoon... on guess what? Yep. Credit Card fraud. *sigh*

So I shall finish my edits and endeavor to come out of hiding in the next week or so. Thanks everyone! Oh, and Happy Mother's Day to all the Mom's out there.

Hugs,
Marjorie