Bit of this, Bahrain of that…
(A version of this guest blog post first appeared on Military Spouse Fine Arts Network, MilSpoFan, on February 13)
The oldest coffee shop in Manama, Bahrain
I am still in Abu Dhabi, which has been a pretty terrific place to live for the last four and a half years. This past fall I cobbled together what I like to self-indulgently refer to as “The Confusion of Languages Middle East Book Tour,” making stops at book clubs, embassies, literary salons, high schools and universities, you name it, here in Abu Dhabi as well as Dubai, Oman, and Bahrain.
The brightly beautiful American Women’s Association Book Club, Manama, Bahrain. There were a few mil spouses in attendance too!
American Culture and Education Center, Manama, Bahrain.
One thing I have been trying to figure out lately is social media. I feel like I am constantly evaluating whether I am doing the expected book advertising or indulging in disgusting self-promotion; where is the line between necessity and vanity? Twitter, Facebook, and this new frontier (for me) of Instagram. Does a tweet really sell books? And, of course, there is the more prosaic daily tug of war of being the mother to two wild little dancing girls and, like many working moms, trying to figure out how I can support and foster their creativity while supporting and fostering my own.
If any of you have figured out either of the age-old dilemmas above, please do share your wisdom.
An interview with Bahrain author Noor Al Noaimi, who is a military ‘brat.’ Cross-culture military family members unite!
In terms of current writing, I have a few different projects I’m working on. I want to write about Abu Dhabi and have an idea for a story collection but, at the moment, it’s mostly just a jumble of ideas, notes in my journals, character sketches, snippets from real life I’d like to flesh out into fiction, but not much substance with plot or timeline yet. I’ve been finding it easier to throw myself into reading up on women who have been remembered as footnotes in the history of great men.
Right now I’m researching Libby Custer, wife of the doomed General (both pictured at the very bottom of this blog because I can’t figure out how to correctly add an image into the body of the text, which goes back to my cluelessness on all things social media, sheesh). Libby followed her husband wherever the Army sent him, even during the Civil War, and continued to travel after her husband’s death, writing books about him and giving speeches all over the country in an attempt to make sure he was remembered as a hero. That sort of determination and resourcefulness is pretty inspiring. I have to do lots of “research” still. Which really means I am having a delightful time procrastinating and being a promiscuous reader, which is lovely after having been under the whip of a deadline for my novel for so very long.
You can find more concrete examples of my work in the new anthology The Kiss: Intimacies from Writers, by Norton, edited by the great poet Brian Turner. I’ve read some of the selections and they are amazing, so if you are curious please pick up a copy at your local book store.
And the paperback of The Confusion of Languages, with a new cover, will be out on June 5, 2018! I’m hoping to hit a few bookstores on the east coast when I am home in the states this summer. Please ask your local bookstore to order copies and maybe have me stop by for a reading!
I’ll end with this lovely quote from Van Gogh: “One must work and dare if one really wants to live.” I just attended a Van Gogh exhibit here in Abu Dhabi (#VanGoghAliveUAE ) and I was struck, as I always am, by the amount of work he managed in his brief and tortured lifetime. HE ONLY SOLD ONE PAINTING! But he forced himself to continue, living, breathing, creating. And ever single one of us knows who he is, this depressed, poverty stricken, suicidal, self-trained artist. So don’t ever give up on all of those projects you are pouring your passion into, dear reader. They will be worth it.
Here are all my social media “handles” if you all have any epiphanies for me…
THANK YOU!!!
Libby and her husband.