Saturday, April 01, 2017

Happy First Day of CampNaNoWriMo 2017

Good morning writers...Happy 1st day of #CampNaNoWriMo! May we all be blessed with many words today. Raising a coffee cup to you. Cheers!

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Recent Reads_Q1 2017

Here are the reads of 2017 so far:

Perfect proof that there are amazing stories that don't make it into traditional publishing. This book really makes you think, and the spiritual parts are wrapped up neatly in the middle of this story that starts with tragedy and ends with something else - inner peace maybe? Like many others have said before, the message in this book will have an impact on my life going forward.

Excellent read!

The Book of Life (All Souls Trilogy, #3)
A+ This is the best book of the three and I loved the whole series. Masterful writing, complex characters and plot. It has made it to my list of Top Reads.

Shadow of Night (All Souls Trilogy, #2)
This is the best second book in a series I think I've ever read. It's just enough elements from the first book and so much new material it's amazing how Deborah Harkness sneaks in these nuances and details that make the story and characters so rich and complex and intriguing. I don't want to spoil the fun for anyone reading this review who hasn't picked up the book yet, but let's just say we're exposed to 'a whole new world'. Amazing!

The Little Prince
This was a reread. It was given to me as a gift in college by my roommate, and of course I'd read it in High School, but I don't think I appreciated the artistry of the book until this time. there are so many inuendos and hidden meanings in every word that is placed in this story. I liken it to a children's book that is meant for adults, meant to appeal to the child in each of us that is so readily pushed deep inside us by the everyday of life. Also, it reads much like a dream, which is a hard thing to portray but is done so eloquently here.

Much appreciation for this gem.

Currently I'm engrossed in these two books:
The Girl with All the GiftsChicken Soup for the Soul: Inspiration for Writers

So many good books to read and so little time to enjoy them all. 

Sunday, October 09, 2016

My 3-Day Writing Retreat

I took a three-day writing retreat to the Highlights Foundation campus in Pennsylvania. What a wonderful experience - thank you to the Highlights staff who made me feel special during my time there. I don't think I've ever been somewhere like this where writing and creating are supported so fully, and inspiration cultivated. I accomplished more in three days during this retreat than I've completed in three months prior. 

Here are a few pictures from my trip. 

Driving to get there, through the fog, then on to the quiet roads closer to the location, and finally through the local roads to get to Highlights. 

I made it! Here's the cabin where I stayed. Notice there's no t.v. and no distractions, this was three days focused on writing alone. 

 My view from inside the cabin to the outside.
 The other cabins.

 And finally, my writing starts. What a view! This was the ultimate environment for writing progress.

...and a little writing in the rain. 

 This is where the magic was happening. It was cool outside but I put on plenty of layers and it made for an amazing spot to get words to paper.
 Posing for a selfie outside my cabin. Love the "unworkshop" experience!

 My view as the sun set outside the cabin.

 Working inside after dark.
 Getting my chapters in order.
 Some word-rocks for inspiration.

 The Barn where the most amazing food was prepared for my meals.

 I highly recommend this experience to anyone who is looking to have a focused writing experience. Contact Highlights, if you want more information.

Sunday, September 11, 2016

15 Years Since the World Trade Center was Attacked (9-11-01)

It’s been 15 years since the attacks on the World Trade Center. Terrorist attacks are happening more frequently around the world now, but none as devastating as this attack on our home soil. Yes, we've built a memorial, but let us not forget what happened that day and the lives that were lost.
Photo credit: Michelle Reynoso

I'm re-posting what I wrote a couple years back about what I saw that day - it sums up my experience with those events and what happened.

The morning of September 11, 2001 started like any other day; little did any of us know that it would be a day that changed our country. I was ironing clothes, preparing to leave for work. I lived in uptown Manhattan with my husband and cat, and worked in lower Manhattan, only a few-minutes-walk from the World Trade Center.

News of the first plane hitting the North Tower (WTC 1) was on the news channels – I watched it as I ironed. My husband called – he was looking at the smoking tower from the top of the building where he worked in mid-town. Everyone was glued to the television, listening to the radio, or had their eyes trained upwards looking at the smoking tower. There were a lot of theories circulating, lots of speculation both in the news and among everyday people as to what was going on. No one really knew. Then the 2nd plane hit. It became evident that this was not an accident, it was a terrorist attack.

My husband saw the second plane hit from where he stood. More rumors started to fly about additional attacks - some people thought they heard that the white house had been hit, others correctly identified the Pentagon. In a disaster situation, it’s often hard to disseminate reality from fiction, and this was never clearer than during the first hours of 9-11. Phone lines still worked at this point, albeit it took a few tries to get through. I talked with my supervisor, and it was agreed that everyone should stay home and not come to work until we knew what was going on. I was still in communication with my husband, and he said his job was also considering letting them leave, so he’d be gathering his things and heading to the subway once they gave word. Then the buildings started collapsing, and all seeming normalcy was suddenly thrown into chaos. Subway service was halted. All traffic including public transportation was frozen to lower Manhattan. Bridges and tunnels were closed. People were advised to walk, and if they didn't know where to go, they were advised to just walk north.  My husband went north - he walked and took the bus when he could; I drove down from Washington Heights to 63rd Street, the furthest I was allowed to travel downtown with a vehicle. I tried to call my husband – I called and called and called – my attempts were met with either a busy signal or a recorded message that told me all circuits were busy. I parked and waited. And waited. And waited. The waiting was the worst. I started worrying. I kept trying to call, and finally one short call went through and the breath I'd been holding in my chest was released. My husband was close. He would meet me where I was parked. All I could do was wait some more.  I watched the throngs of people who passed, the fear and panic on their faces. I watched the people who had walked up from downtown Manhattan, their clothes covered in soot, business suits ripped and torn, faces & hair caked with a grayish powder…the pulverized remnants of everything that had been in the towers. Once I saw my husband coming down the sidewalk, tears streamed down my face; everything I'd held in all day finally came out in one emotional exhale. 

Photo credit: Michelle Reynoso

In the days that followed, it was heart wrenching to see all the pictures of people who were missing posted on the sides of buildings; to watch the coverage of the search for so many missing people and to see so few rescues. I reached out to friends. We shared stories. We shared theories. We shared sadness. I discovered friends who narrowly escaped the tower collapse, others who saw the planes hit the towers as they circled the airport to land, and others who lost loved ones there. Those days were some of the scariest and darkest days I have experienced in my lifetime. 

I will never forget what happened on 9-11-01. I hope none of us do. 

Tuesday, April 05, 2016

What’s In a Name – The Next Installment (#5)

Picture by: Michelle Reynoso
Our name, we either love it or hate it; often questioning why we're named as we are, what was the thought process, what does it symbolize, why this name over all the others? We want to know, because it provides us connection and understanding. It means something. A name can be that very first defining label in your life, connecting you to family, culture, lineage, and history. That one string of letters summarizes how our parents see us when we first arrive. Last names withstanding, first names are a conscious choice by our parents to say who they want us to be. Yes, we can change names nowadays, but do we? Most times, we don't. We stick with what we've been given. 

We get attached to our names; we like the familiarity of it, the sound of it in someone's mouth, the immediacy of knowing that someone is talking to us. And we get offended if someone messes up our name. If you're introduced as Sarah when you're Sally, it can be annoying, because this person didn't think it important enough to remember you. You are Sarah, not Sally, not Tina, Jada, or Megan. Right? I was at the coffee bar the other day, and the barista wrote my name as Michael instead of Michelle on the side of my cup. Ok? Did he think I was a man? I joked about it online, but it made me wonder how someone could get such a common name so wrong. And yet, I'm horrible with names. Go figure! I'm guilty of the same thing.

As a parent, we agonize over finding the perfect name for our new bundle-of-joy. Do we want an inspiring name, a creative one, a union of both mom and dad's name, an homage to our ancestors; what are we trying to say, what point are we trying to get across as we name our children. In writing, it's the same struggle because these characters are like our children, and the right name can either complete them or ruin them, link them to turmoil, or liberate them to greatness. 

So, here are the newest inductees to the “What’s In a Name” list of quirky and unique names: 

  • Scott Wank
  • Richard Gross
  • Timothy Child
  • Tom Mascara
  • Greg Indelicato (last name is of Italian descent; meaning tactless, indelicate, indiscreet)
  • Nada Cavigliano (nada means nothingness or nothing in Spanish)

Here are links to my previous posts in the “What's In a Name” series:

(post #2)

(post #3)

Thursday, December 31, 2015

Good Bye 2015, Hello 2016

 As the New Year fast approaches and the final hours of 2015 tick by, I find myself reflecting - marking another year, another birthday, new milestones, and new life adventures.

2015. The world changed this year; it has become a scarier place, and yet my world feels stronger, safer, happier, and full of love. I feel blessed, lucky, and happy.

2015 marked another anniversary with the most amazing man in my life, the man who has been my partner for the last 21 years, married for the last 18. This past year was a good year for us. We grew stronger together and even more in love. The upcoming year is paved with new goals, new directions, and new hopes and I look forward to another wonderful year together and many, many more to come. I am blessed to have found such an amazing person to share this life with, someone who makes my life better every day.

And to my son, who became a pre-teen this year, and makes me prouder and prouder to be his mother every day. He started testing the limits this year, started gaining some independence, which is both strangely gratifying and frustrating at the same time. I am so blessed to have that young man in my life every day.

2015 was also a year of rekindling dreams, making time for my writing and photography, strengthening skills and developing new avenues. 2016 will be a year of dream realizations.

2015 was a year of cultivation and 2016 will be a year of harvest.

I lost some special people this year; may they be in heaven now, in god’s embrace. Those losses remind me how important each day is, how important it is to prioritize correctly, tell loved ones “I love you” at every opportunity, to cherish each day, to take health seriously, to take time for me, and to value each day that is given to me.

So friends & family– I love you. I thank you for being in my life, for sharing your life with me, for making my life better and for adding immeasurable value to this crazy world we live in. Thank you.  

May 2016 endow you with health, happiness, and fulfillment. Happy New Year!

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

The Walking Dead - Fan Experience & What Happened on Sunday?!

Yes, I'm a Walking Dead Fan, and I have to admit my mouth dropped open on Sunday while watching the "Thank You" episode. (Spoiler Alert if you haven't watched the episode yet, details are discussed below). When a beloved character is killed-off, a main character, someone who has had a huge role in moving the story forward, it's devastating as a fan. And as a writer, those are the kinds of characters I hope to develop in my writing, so I appreciate a character like Glenn even more because of that. And now he's gone. Well, let's see, because there are so many theories circulating online about how Glenn could have survived. So maybe there's hope.

When season 6 premiered at Madison Square Garden in New York City a couple of weeks ago, I was lucky enough to be part of the 15,000 fans that packed MSG for the event. AMC spared little expense in putting this event together, with the full cast of current actors and old favorites from the series answering questions and featuring some behind-the-scenes clips, real-life zombies walking around the entrance, and an opportunity to watch the premiere two days earlier than the actual release. All for free - they didn't charge for tickets, but gave each and every ticket away. AMC even flew in the entire crew that works on the series and gave them exclusive VIP seats - with a shout-out to them for their hard work. Nice! They deserve it!

I was snapping pictures from my phone - when we were allowed to take pictures - and here are a few from the night.

*All photographs copyright Michelle Reynoso 2015 - cannot be reproduced without written permission