Writing is a calling. Even when words dangle just beyond reach like the old phonetic combinations that hung on wires stretched across the front of my first grade classroom, phoenetic th’s, ing’s and ght’s waiting to be mastered. I’ve been a writer for as long as I can remember, and a prolific talker before that, as my mother is fond of reminding me. And I've been a listener to old timers' stories.
Now it’s time to celebrate. April 1st marks a monumental event in my life, the day Cholama Moon, my first novel, is released by Oak Tree Press. Already I have a review on Amazon—five stars and the stark truth, priceless. (Relax, there's no way to mispronounce Cho-lam-a. Tourists do it all the time.)
The novel is the first in a series about the lives of two families, a white girl and her father, and an Indian girl born before the secularization of the Spanish missions on the Central Coast of California, when the Franciscan padres were back to
The times were turbulent, the Spanish driven out first by by the Mexicans and then
by the Americans in a series of quick and efficient revolutions. Lives were ruined
in the process. Blood was spilled, especially the Indians.
I’m gratified by the support I’m getting from readers for this series. The
is hosting my launch. Buzz is building on Facebook. My launch will take place
on Sunday, April 6th, 1-3 PM. Already people are curious to see what I’ve
written about the area where they live, where I lived for fifty years. Paso
Robles is a small town in the heart of the vineyards and a few miles from the epicenter
of the Paso Robles
Historical Museum San Andreas Fault, a seam in the earth where it
is possible that one day California
will split and drift off into the sea. San Luis Obispo
is a beautiful county on the edge of the Pacific, the perfect setting for a
It’s an honor to bring something to the table to share, but I’ve only prepared the salad from fruits that others brought me, stories and events from old timers and their local histories. Granted, I’ve done my homework. I attended Indian concerts in the Missions, made adobe bricks to repair the earthquake damage at Mission San Miguel,
I hiked the ancient trails and entered the sacred caves where the pictographs are protected from vandals. I visited chert piles at Montana De Oro and brought my project to the Salinan Indian Tribal Council to get their help. My husband and I were early and enthusiastic students of
history and now I’ve written a series that speaks to the heart of the facts
The second book is already finished. Maria Ines, the Indian girl’s story, will be released later in 2014. I’m already planning the third, the story of her very angry son Miguilito, who survives in a hostile world not of his choosing.