It’s Thursday. So shut up.

944827_620264111336708_650207823_nDidn’t today feel like a Friday? All day I was exhausted, felt like I was behind the 8 ball, and didn’t feel I accomplished much even though I was running around doing stuff all day. I wasn’t the only one in the office who felt that way. I think today was meant to be a Friday and the calendar (who is clearly also having a weird day) is off by one.

The one saving grace for today is that it’s my t.v. watching night. That’s right. I don’t watch that much t.v. and all of my shows gang up on one night: Project Runway, Grey’s Anatomy, and Scandal. Now that PR is over, I only have 2 shows to deal with, but still. It’s make dinner, get the kids to bed early, and everyone zip it come 9pm. A perfect evening where the only person I’m thinking about is me. Actually, I’m not even thinking about me. Me is lost in a t.v. screen and whatever it is that I was thinking/worrying/cringing about has disappeared for a few hours. I don’t even care about the plots that much. What I care about is the mental transport to some other place for a few hours one night a week. The only thing that would make Thursday better is if it fell on a Friday, so I could sleep in the next morning…not that the kids ever let me do that.

I better go start dinner.

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If you can’t be with the book you love…

There’s a book of Grimm’s Fairy Tales that I had as a child. It was large, heavy, and filled with gorgeous illustrations. I lost it when I moved to the U.S. because I foolishly did not bring it with me, and I have been searching for a copy ever since. Well, the search is over. Not because I found the Grimm’s that I had as a child, but because I’ve found an amazing replacement.
Enter this illustrated Grimm’s that focuses not just on the stories, but on the illustrators who brought them to life.

Each story has a different illustrator, and illustration style, each one engaging and nostalgic. A series of biographies of the artists at the end tell who the artists were, and the influence their time period had on their work. Not one of them is still alive today. Illustrations like these will not come around again.

So I will not continue the search for my old Grimm’s. I still miss it. But the sting has been lessened by this beautiful replacement.

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Superconscious

Buddha_meditatingThere is no such word as superconscious. I checked. There is:
hyperconscious — acutely aware
subconscious — operating beneath or beyond consciousness
semi-conscious — not entirely aware
unconscious — not aware

If you try to find superconscious, an online dictionary might suggest “collective unconscious” but there’s not really a definition for that either. It’s more of a theory developed by Jung about the collective unconscious mind of a group.

But superconscious has to be a thing because I have actually used it–twice! I think you guys know that I have been revising a novel, and that my agent suggested that I change the name of my villain and the title of my novel. I decided to take the advice of my betters (like Sharon Chreech) who take power naps when they’re stuck. I set myself the task of coming up with a new name, and a new title before I went to bed. The first time, it worked immediately. I woke up with the name in my head, as if I had whisked it out of a dream. The second time, I woke up with nothing, but after sitting down later that day with a pen and notebook, the name jumped right out at me, the third title in a list I hadn’t even finished writing.

It almost made me worried how good the names were and how easily they came once I knew how to summon them. It was almost as if my brain was mocking me with its super power.

You think this is hard? Honey please.

I highly recommend trying it to see what your mind can come up with while you’re sleeping. Imagine the breakthroughs! Imagine the creativity! Can world peace and a cure for cancer be next? What can’t the superconscious do? (Don’t ask. she’s rolling her eyes.)

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Passive voice

It’s the bane of many writers. We tell rather than show. Editors hate it, of course, and will use its mere presence, even in brief, as their automatic out. This week, I’m working to revise a battle scene in my most recent novel. It’s an eleven-page series that my agent thinks is too passive. I tell what happens to the kids. I don’t show them doing much of anything. If I have any excuse at all, it’s that I cringed at putting these characters in danger. I did not want to dwell on it too much. I wanted to merely observe from a distance, with my hands over my face and only one eye peeking out. Well, you can’t write that way.

Passivity in its best form. Ghandi was active in his pursuit of passive resistance.

Passivity in its best form. Ghandi was active in his pursuit of passive resistance.

I’ve been thinking about passivity in another way too. I have recently waged a battle that some would say I lost. (I simply walked away.) The fact was, I didn’t want to be fighting in the first place. I mistakenly believed that fighting on the right, ethical, true side of things would bring me an automatic win. But it turns out that the side of bad, unethical, and lies, uses all their underhanded methods to achieve their aims, and this is especially true when those who are watching the whole thing take place, are passive. Passivity is lazy. You want something to happen, but you want someone else to take care of it. It’s apathetic. You see, but don’t think you can do anything about it. It’s wrong. It helps the bad guys win.

Yesterday everyone was changing their profile pictures to red to support marriage equality on Facebook. Me too. I did it. But what does that really mean? Does that make us less passive about equality because it took two clicks to change a picture? Not really. I’m watching this one on the sidelines. I changed my picture, but did nothing else. If I really want this to change, I’m going to have to get off my ass.

The thing about being passive, in life and in literature is this: you get what you work for.

If I write a passive scene because I’m too afraid or lazy to get down and dirty, the reader won’t either.

If I am passive about a cause and right does not prevail, it’s my own fault for not doing something about it. There are people who are out there, doing things, protesting. But they need support. Based on what I just experienced, I know. There is a lot of pressure and strain in fighting, but it’s so much more difficult when you’re fighting alone for people who are sitting around waiting for you to get it done already. It’s enough to make a person stop and ask “why am I doing this?” And then with no champions leading the charge, what happens next is this: the bad guys win. And it’s your own damn fault.

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Nourishing the brain

“How important it is to take the time to read literature, to look at art, to go to concerts. If all parts of your brain aren’t nourished, you become really limited–less sensitive. It’s like food. You’d get pretty strange if you ate ice cream all the time.” — Kent Nagano, orchestra conductor

celebrateLast Monday, my husband took me to an all-women’s jazz concert at The Schomburg Library in Harlem. I didn’t want to go. I never do. But I’m so glad I did. Not only were these ladies amazing, but just being in their presence made me remember what it is I love about what I do. The creativity. The spirit. The wild abandon you can have when you know all the rules and feel just damn fine bending them. There’s also something about jazz that ignites the soul. It’s so kinetic. I came home itching to write. And that’s the point of art, isn’t it? To make us feel, to make us want to act.

What art have you been enjoying lately?

[Image from the New York Public Library: http://www.nypl.org/locations/tid/64/node/199287?lref=64%2Fnode%2F132394]

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I am good people

Someone reminded me of that this morning for my birthday. It’s not something I think of often. I am hard on myself. But today I gave myself a present. I walked away from something I should have a long time ago. There is corruption in the world, and bad people, and there are plenty of petty little minds. But I have to pick my battles. Cancer. That was a battle worth fighting. Petty people’s nonsense is not. (It has been 2 years since my diagnosis, btw. A coup!)

So many people wished me happy birthday today. People I love. People I like. People I’ve never even met in person, but have had great times with online. I didn’t need presents today (don’t tell my family that). The warmth from all of you has been tremendous. It’s really all I need. A new buddy I made at work took me out to a slightly fancy lunch. So sweet. My daughter took money out of her piggy bank to buy me a book that she knew I would like. It’s ART2-D2′s Guide to Folding and Doodling. She knew I would like it because I bought her all of the Origami Yoda books last year, and I have another book on doodling that I keep near my bed just for fun. Such an amazing present! I mean her. The book is too. But what a kid I have! My son offered to loan me his Lego R2-D2 as well. If you know my son, you know that is Big Generosity. It is love with a capital L.

Tonight, while it’s quiet in the house (the kids and my husband are at family night at school), I’m going to meditate. I haven’t done that in a long time. I pray a lot, but I can’t tell you the last time I’ve meditated. That’s going to be my next present to myself. Just time with myself and nothing else. I could easily watch t.v. or write or read a book, but I deserve a little time for me to be with me. After all, I am good people. And good people are good company no matter how many or few of them there are.

Thanks for all the birthday wishes guys. I love you all!

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Rochelle Jewell Shapiro and KAYLEE’S GHOST

PHOTOFORBOOKI met Rochelle Jewell Shapiro at a book launch where I literally knew no one, not even the host. I arrived late, after Rochelle had finished her reading and moved on to the Q&A portion of the afternoon, which included a little psychic fun. I sat in the middle of a circle of women who meditated and then called out things that came to them about me. Of the responses, I thought Rochelle’s actually was the most spot-on. Of course it was. She’s the psychic.

Rochelle’s novel, KAYLEE’S GHOST, follows a phone psychic named Miriam whose family does not always treasure her gifts, and her clients, who don’t always value it. Miriam’s struggles to please the family while still be true to herself is a familiar dynamic that kept me intrigued. And though psychic, Miriam doesn’t have all the answers, and makes several mistakes of her own.

I asked Rochelle to answer a few questions about KAYLEE’S GHOST…

1.  Your first novel was also about Miriam, and became an award-winner. Did you intend for KAYLEE’S GHOST to be a sequel to MIRIAM THE MEDIUM? And if so, does Miriam have more stories that readers can look forward to?

Kaylee’s Ghost can be read all on its own, but, it does feature Miriam Kaminsky, a phone psychic like me, and her family. But characters grow just as people do. In Miriam the Medium (Simon & Schuster, 2004) Miriam is the mother of a rebellious teenage daughter, Cara, and in Kaylee’s Ghost (RJS Books, 2012) Miriam is a grandmother and Cara has a daughter of her own. The clashes continue, but the stakes are different. In this saga of five generations which Kirkus review called “an intriguing mix of family drama and contemporary fantasy, the dead are still quite opinionated about how the living should live. I already have 175 pages of a first draft of a third novel involving Miriam. As in color field painting, when the artist puts a red square on a green canvas, it has a completely different effect than on a blue one, different parts of Miriam come out when she’s faced with new characters and new situations.

2.  I know that after working with a traditional publisher (Simon & Schuster), you decided to go indie for your second novel. Can you tell us what were the benefits and pitfalls to this change?

Frankly, I think it was a grief reaction that made me decide to go Indie with Kaylee’s Ghost. My first agent who sold my novel left the business. It took me time to get another agent. The one I landed turned out to have her own ideas about what I should be writing, such as a non- fiction book about being a dog psychic. “It will sell,” she assured me, never mind that although dogs often pad their way into my visions, I am not a specialist in communicating with dogs. “Woof, woof.” So I got another agent, the best in the world, I thought. A top New York agent who owned his own agency and was fun-loving and encouraging and had umpteen years in the business, representing tons of bestselling authors. “Everyone will want to read Kaylee’s Ghost, he’s said. Three months later, he died, leaving me bereft and with a manuscript to peddle to yet another agent. I had just turned sixty-five and said to myself, Enough already! The pit falls of self-publishing for me is that I’m not tech-savvy. Oh, I can do a lot, but there’s so much I can’t and although I can find biblical and Freudian symbolism in the work of Henry James, for example, when I read tech material, my eyes glaze over. I would love to find an Indie publishing consultant. “Hello, anyone out there? Hello?”

3. You’re also a working psychic, and when we first met you mentioned that people sometimes try to get free readings from you. How do you handle the lack of respect for what you do?

I’ve learned to chuckle over it. I say to myself, “You can’t blame a girl/or a guy for trying.” Listen and you’ll hear guests at wedding receptions trying to get free legal advice from some lawyer who just wants to eat his stuffed derma in peace. You’ll hear parents asking eating disorder therapists what to do about their daughter’s vomiting while the therapist is working on a mouthful of chopped liver. It’s human nature. But it is frustrating when a reporter calls purportedly to ask me about my novel and instead wants to know if he’s going to become editor –in-chief and when? Or when I agree to do a radio show about my book and the host only wants to know which college her

daughter will get into. I earned my chops as a writer. I’ve been writing and publishing since 1985 and I even teach writing at UCLA Extension. So please, after you ask me if you’re going to sell your house by April, please ask me about the structure of my novels, how the plot comes to me, or whatever else you might ask a writer. Thanks so much. . .

4. Do you have any advice for people who want to try to access the more spiritual and psychic parts of themselves? Meditate! Meditation allows you to hear the contents of your mind and possibly the contents of someone else’s. I meditate at least once a day by sitting still and paying attention to my breathing, letting thoughts drift in and out, in and out. Uh, oh, is that the wind I hear or someone else breathing?

5. Finally, what question haven’t I asked that you’d like to answer? I wish you had asked if I do book clubs. The answer is YES. There are challenging and fascinating discussion questions in the back of my book. I do them by phone. You can make arrangements and we can do a conference call by contacting me at my website at http://rochellejewelshapiro.com.

 

KAYLEEGHOSTCOVERIn Kaylee’s Ghost (RJS Books, 2012), Grandmother Miriam, a phone psychic like me, is thrilled that her granddaughter, Violet, seems to be psychic, and wants nothing more than the chance to mentor her the way her own Russian grandmother had done with her. Kaylee’s Ghost is a family saga of five generations where the ghosts are quite opinionated about how the living should live. But it’s also a story of how a psychic’s mind works, how visions arise.     Miriam’s daughter, Cara, a modern businesswoman remembers all too well the downside of living with her psychic mother, digs in her heels about Violet being her grandmother’s pupil. As things become more fractious in the family, Violet is torn between her mother and grandmother, until Miriam’s gift backfires, bringing terrible danger to those she loves. Can Miriam put things right in time, or is it already too late?     Like Miriam Kaminsky, all of us want our children to be gifted. I once saw a cartoon in The New Yorker of a teacher behind a desk in the midst of a parent-teacher conference. As the teacher studies the student’s records, he tells the parents, “I’m sorry to inform you that your child is definitely on the charts.”

Kaylee’s Ghost is not only a story about life here on Earth and the Hereafter, it is also a story of how all of us need to forget what others want of us and discover and claim our own identities.

Rochelle Jewel Shapiro is the author of Miriam the Medium (Simon & Schuster, 2004) and Kaylee’s Ghost (RJS Books, 2012.) She has chronicled her psychic work in The New York Times (Lives) and Newsweek (My Turn.) Articles have been written about her gift in Redbook, The Jerusalem Post, The New York Times Long Island Section and in the Dutch magazine, TV Gid. Aside from her psychic practice, she teaches writing at UCLA Extension. http:// rochellejewelshapiro.com

@rjshapiro

KAYLEE’S GHOST is available on AMAZON and Nook.

Rochelle Jewel Shapiro http://rochellejewelshapiro.com

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