I went out to lunch with my parents, feeling a touch discouraged by the progression of my book (still waiting to hear back from two interested agents). My mother, always a cheerleader, suddenly said, “Oprah, do you know Ang Lee?”
We all laughed, even as we wondered who out there, with our six degrees of separation, knows Ang Lee. So, if you read this, and somehow your cousin once made a tall, skim, extra hot, no water Oprah Chai Latte for Ang Lee’s cousin…well, perhaps you could put in a good word?!?
Here’s my pitch:
“Inside the River,” is a story about carrying the shame of someone else’s wrongdoing and then letting it go. It’s a story about reclaiming that which is divine and magical within all of us. My book is an affirmation and a prayer of sorts, in whatever way you believe that to be: Ana grabbed a fist full of dirt with one hand and let the shadows out; Emma burned a bouquet of scents representing Antonio’s life of yearning and misread intentions; Carmen, the large and looming white-haired tambourine playing gypsy declared herself the leader of her tribe; and Eloisa carried the green bag with the magical book inside, believing it her destiny to search for the blue haired girl who made the fish forget their pact of silence and sing for freedom.
Ultimately, it is a story which asks the question: Is our life predetermined, already sketched in a magical book, or can we change what is on the page?
Thank you for reading, sharing, and maybe becoming some degree of separation…