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Barbara Samuel O'Neal is the author of more than thirty award-winning novels, including THE LOST RECIPE FOR HAPPINESS and A native of Colorado, Barbara loves teaching, travel, reading, writing, yoga, walking, food, cooking, photography and...okay, reality television. |
I’m thinking a lot about world building, and have been writing a blog about it which I hope to post soon. One aspect of world building is context, and I’ve been thinking about that the past two days because of the horrific fires north of Melbourne in Australia. When I returned from Australia last fall, the [...] Haven’t been the best blogger in the world lately. Lots of work switching over to new computer, but once the job is done, things will be so much faster I can blog a lot more. Look for upcoming posts on world building, plum jam, the Australian predilection for savory pumpkin, best breakfasts, and many others. Now to [...]
The Lost Recipe for Happiness debuts in Australia today (February 1). I just heard that it’s on the cover of Good Reading magazine, and I’m absolutely delighted by the wonderful reviews I’ve been getting from Down Under. Meanwhile, the US edition is going to a 5th printing next week. (This is me falling over in a faint.) [...] The Australian cover has changed to this: Again, quite a different take on the same book. I love how many different ways there are to interpret a story! What do you think? Internet access–and time–became severely limited the final week of our long, insanely wonderful Aussie tour. Since last Sunday, I have been on six flights, covering thousands of kilometers, visited the Outback, Cairns and the Great Barrier Reef, and Sydney, and now I’m typing this from my own laptop while I await Flickr to upload the photos [...] P1000710 Originally uploaded by A writer afoot Since I can’t figure out any other way to do it, and I’m stuck waiting for a plane out of Ayers Rock, here’s the photo that should go with the Devils post. One more note on Tassie: we saw the famed Tasmanian Devils. Check out these adorable little faces: They were waiting for lunch, which was hunks of wallabee (fur still attached) and furry little baby chickens. Watching them eat, you suddenly understand the Walt Disney Tasmanian Devil, swirling around in that whirlwind, all flying spit [...] It occurs to me that I still have not posted anything about trees. It is well known that i have a bit of a tree fetish, given that I was raised in place where we have three varieties. Pines, aspens, and cottonwoods. Very nice trees, of course, but still only three. (Okay, there are elms, [...] |
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