Dorah Blume | Musings - a blog on writing by Dorah Blume author of "Botticelli's Muse".
Musings is a blog by Dorah Blume is an author of historical novels including "Botticelli's Muse". Dorah has led Juiceboxartists writing workshops for adults in greater Boston, as well as in Tuscany.
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Musings

...on writing and all things creative

Help my European book tour grow wings!

I’m planning a seven-week trip to Europe beginning in late August 2018 with the Historical Novel Society’s Annual Conference in Glasgow, Scotland, followed by guest appearances at book groups throughout Italy, and ending mid October at the Frankfurt Book Fair where I’ll pursue the sale of foreign rights to Botticelli’s Muse to publishers outside of the U.S. Along the way, I’ll be holding a few one-day workshops for locals to uncover their writer’s voice. We’ll write from prompts that catapult them into a fictional space or bring them back to a very personal time which could spark a desire and confidence to write a short story or a memoir. Until I launched this plumfund campaign, this itinerary was merely a dream. But now my generous contributors have helped me to narrow the gap between my dreams and reality. On July 11 @ 2 p.m. we closed the gap and reached our goal of $5,000.00! —four days before the campaign’s conclusion on July 15. And folks have continued to send contributions so we have exceeded our goal!

Any contributions beyond our original goal will help us face those unplanned expenses that can suddenly crop up out of nowhere when traveling: extra luggage costs, taxis, health emergencies, necessary side trips, lost equipment, and the list goes on. Your contribution will go to that emergency fund to give me a bit of a buffer of comfort when/if I encounter the unexpected.

Thank you so much!


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2017 Foreword Indies Winner in Historical Fiction

So proud to be chosen as a winner in the 2017 INDIES Competition

ABOUT FOREWORD
(taken directly from their website)

Founded in 1998, Foreword Magazine, Inc. is an independent media company totally devoted to covering the indie book publishing industry. From multi-imprint independent publishers, to micro presses, university presses, and author-owned publishers, the universe of indie publishing is vast and widely underserved; Foreword exists to fill that void, giving a platform for indie publishers to be discovered by our varied audience of librarians, booksellers, book-loving consumers, publishers, agents, and other publishing professionals.

 

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Foreword Reviews 2017 INDIE Finalist in Historical Fiction

So proud to be chosen as a finalist in the 2017 INDIES Competition

ABOUT FOREWORD
(taken directly from their website)

Founded in 1998, Foreword Magazine, Inc. is an independent media company totally devoted to covering the indie book publishing industry. From multi-imprint independent publishers, to micro presses, university presses, and author-owned publishers, the universe of indie publishing is vast and widely underserved; Foreword exists to fill that void, giving a platform for indie publishers to be discovered by our varied audience of librarians, booksellers, book-loving consumers, publishers, agents, and other publishing professionals.

 

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Parental Influence

Prompt was made up of objects at the workshop and random words plucked out of our “Word Bank.”
Objects: Bell bike helmet/motorcycle helmet
Words chosen at random from the word bank: pearl-eyed, benevolent, habitual, carving knife, wound
Author: Dorah Blume
Timed writing: 20 minutes

Approximate date: 6/2013
Location: Juiceboxartists workshop/Boylston St.

“You might as well take a carving knife to your body and start hacking,” Louise said. Her heavy arms wriggled with those appendages overweight women who wear floral frocks tend to display. Her son Billy snapped on his Shogun helmet just the same. He gave his mother a benevolent smile and let the back screen door slam behind him.

She would hold her Saint Christopher medal up to her lips. Pearly-eyed now with tears dropping into the sink, she would look at him through the kitchen window. Ever since he first rode his green tricycle down Jackson Street into oncoming traffic—she had caught him just in time—she was always afraid that he would wound himself terribly.

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