NYC 2012: Trapeze School of New York


With BEA concluded,it was time to put work aside and find adventure again.  Earlier in the week rain had cancelled my high flying education but today turned out bright and sunny.  A large group had assembled (complete with an MTV crew) for our class and everyone was excited and ready to go.  Those that hadn’t signed waivers yet had to do so and those of us who had quickly found ourselves signing MORE waivers for the MTV crew so they could do their filming.  Continue reading


BookExpo America 2012

After Starbucks and pastry from Sullivan Street Bakery, it was time to haul the purple bag of awesome to Javits for the opening of BEA.  As a crazy light packer, I had no luggage suitable for hauling back books and had spent an inordinate amount of time trying to locate a bag.  Enter the purple bag of awesome…a monster of a piece of luggage that rolls and swivels all directions.  It behaved admirably throughout the trip but did come through with a tons of surface scratches and had its TSA approved padlock stolen by, well, one can only assume TSA, on the voyage back home.  Continue reading

NYC 2012: Day One

Today was meant to start off with a bright and early adventure at 8am.  Unfortunately, the weather wasn’t cooperating.  I rolled out of bed and parted the scratchy hotel curtains expecting summer sunshine and, instead, was greeted with a dark, gloomy wall of clouds.  Still hoping for the best, I headed toward an adventure at the Trapeze School of New York.

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Hells Kitchen: Night One


Thank God I have a sense of humor about myself because I needed it to make it through Newark airport.  Already out of sorts from our swift plane exodus and the unforgiveable need to retrieved a checked bag, I was pretty skittish hanging out around the baggage carousel.  It didn’t help when I got accosted by a guy rushing past me and purposefully grabbing my arse.  He was quick, though, and by the time my shock wore off and I whirled to deck him, he had already moved on.  Welcome to Newark, indeed. Continue reading

Outbound to NYC



There are things I’ve come to expect with plane travel:  I will always be frisked; I will always get delayed; and, I will always somehow be paired with the most awesome of characters.  Travel brings out the worst in most people – delays, long security lines, fussy children, lack of adequate snacks.  While it may not be their finest moments, it’s like cocaine for a writer or even just a people watcher.  There are a thousand stories waiting at every gate to be observed and then creatively twisted to our heart’s content. 


After guzzling my mocha, I headed to the curfew laden TSA checkpoint.



While waiting my turn in line, I pondered if the warning on the sign is real and what exactly you do if a terrorist happens to keep late night hours.  Maybe it’s a self sufficiency thing: before 8:00 we got your back…after then, you’re on your own.


I dutifully answer the questions of the TSA agent who seems to think we are long lost relatives because our last names are the same (he’s from Zimbabwe, by the way), obediently accept my place in the frisking queue after the body scanner once again fails to label me as an innocent, well meaning country girl, and head to my gate for boarding.  I suffer a brief moment of terror when my seatmate appears wielding two Mountain Dew sodas and a copy of Fifty Shades of Gray.



Thankfully, my fears are almost unfounded.  With the exception of some ill-timed citrus scented burps, occasional giggles like an embarrassed 8 year old and some decidedly more adult sounding gasps of breath that caused her hand to clasp her mouth, the trip was uneventful.  Mentally disturbing but uneventful.  Unfortunately, I knew this didn’t bode well for the second leg of my trip.



Yep. Delayed.  No surprise really.  Slowly, everything on our end of the airport became listed as delayed- turns out we were being grounded by air traffic control.  No idea why and we were never told but it made for some really unhappy passengers.  Having expected nothing less, I moved away from the chaos to venture off in search of food.  I came across this deli that had a snazzy looking sandwich even beyond airport standards.  Shockingly, it tasted as good as it looked.



Still smelling of sun dried tomatoes, provolone and fresh cucumber, I ambled back to the gate to find us already boarding.  I slipped into place (having already missed my boarding group), praying I would still get a window seat.


Success! I got my window seat and, like the best seatmate ever for a writer type.  A cross between Robert Plant and David Johansen (depending on if he was semi-conscious or not) he was a dream come true.  He kicked off his well worn brown sandals to reveal rather odorous black socks then promptly fell asleep before the doors were even closed.  He would, on occasion, open his eyes halfway to glance out my window as if to make certain we were still in the air (that legendary musicians almost always die in plane crashes flashed through my mind in repeated intervals), would nod to me, prop his sunglasses more tightly over his eyes and then go back to snoozing.  He was wroth a dozen short stories all on his own and I kept having to tear my eyes away from his sleeping form as I envisioned a million or so life stories for him.



Closer in to our destination, the turbulence began.  It wasn’t too bad at first just some gentle jostling that caused me to keep waking the little drummer boy beside me when our shoulders bumped.  Just as I was beginning to worry about bad weather for the entirety of the trip I spotted a rainbow out my window.



I’ve only seen a rare few during my flying times so I clung to the idea that this was a great omen for the trip.  When the plane turned a bit, I got a breathtaking view of the full arch of the rainbow…something I had never experienced before.  Even with the cloud cover and streaks of rain on the window, it was a beautiful, hopeful sight.



Feeling content and merry after my rainbow sighting, it took a moment for me to remember that rain went with rainbows.  The storm hit us full force.  With seatbelt reminders dinging and people further back heaving into bags, the heat and stench of the plane became almost unbearable.  Kids were screaming, parents calling out desperate pleas or making cooing noises that, frankly, I’m sure didn’t help the poor folks vomiting the contents of their lunch…it was just horrible.  So much for my good omen.


We finally descended safely and everyone practically ran for the front doors.  I stepped out into the airport and put my feet into the state of New Jersey for the first time ever….welcome to Newark!



The Return to New York City

When I left New York last year, I never expected to go back.  Maybe in the dark recesses of my mind I considered a connecting international flight that would take me through JFK or LaGuardia but to actually spend time in the city wasn’t on my list of dreams or even intentions.  When the opportunity to attend BookExpo America came up I even hesitated (free books and I hesitated!) – wishing it was being held anywhere but New York.  I took weeks to think it over, reading and re-reading my journal entries from my previous trip.  And it was my last entry that I stumbled upon this advice to myself:


Take who you are, what you love and what makes you smile with you wherever you go.

If you do that, you’ll always find a jewel, always make a memory,

always have a story to tell


Armed with that idea floating in the forefront of my mind, I began to plan a trip to New York determined to find my own story in the city and on June 3rd, that adventure began.



Altered Book Workshop

The Bentonville Public Library recently held an altered book workshop for teens.  I’d been looking at holding one of these at our library and my son has grown attached to the idea of learning how to do them himself as a new creative outlet.  The workshop took place on a Friday afternoon and it was the third they had offered that week.  They had done one for elementary aged youth and one for the tween set.



The books we were given to use had been donated to the library but were not going to be added to the collection.  Since they had served their purpose already, the workshop director thought they were the perfect selections to use as a foundation for our altered books.  My book, incidentally, was entitled Knots & Connections which is actually a bit ironic considered the theme of my altered book.


The workshop started with a set of example books to help give us ideas.  They had all been completed earlier in the week and ranged from board books (from the younger workshop) to a quite detailed scrapbook style book created prior to this workshop.



After deciding on a theme for our books, our first task was to divide into groups.  One group went to create a wordle (my kids are overly familiar with wordle thanks to HPFF and NaNoWriMo so they helped out the others with this task).  The other group sat down to go through dozens of discarded magazines in search of pictures for our books.  Speaking of HPFF, it wouldn’t be my life if Harry didn’t make an appearance:


I ignored Harry (forgive me) and decided to go with a more subdued color scheme.



After photos and the wordle were designed, it was time to get to work on the book covers.  M’s book theme was mobsters and he was lucky enough to find a picture depicting Atlantic City casinos so he was first to get to work on assembling his cover.



While we waiting for our photos to soak in a cellophane transfer (which I’ll describe in a later how-to blog), we began the cutting and piecing to work on the inside of our books.  And…made a mess.




In a little over two hours, our books were covered and altered and ready to take home! (left to right: Mine (Atlantic City boardwalk; D’s: Warcraft; M’s: mobsters)



Since leaving the workshop, I’ve continued to work on my altered book.  I have a few pages prepped and ready for embellishment.  M decided he preferred writing and that it goes against his upbringing to destroy books (even if they are bad ones!) while D has found a used book to start over with utilizing a music theme this time.