The Writer’s Life

Eva Lesko Natiello

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“You do not need to leave your room, remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait. Do not even wait, be quite still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice. It will roll in ecstasy at your feet.” Franz Kafka

And so the Martha’s Vineyard Institute of Creative Writing summer conference began with the reading of this Kafka quote. Throughout the weeklong conference, an overarching theme of trust—whether it’s trusting your individual style, voice and process, or allowing yourself to write freely, “clean out the pipes” even if it’s bad writing, or that ideas can come from the subconscious when you least expect it, so be ready and listen for it—revealed itself over and over again.

The MVICW, founded by Alexander Weinstein and in its eighth year, provided poetry and fiction workshops that…

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Not About the Desk


Thursday proved to be an emotional day or I should say, the end of the day culminated in one much needed release.

It was about the desk, letting go, attachment, faith in humanity; and it was not really about the desk at all.

“I’ll be right back, I just need to pull my car up.” I walked out of the Goodwill store with a bounce in my step, a large smile across my face. I needed this lift in my spirit. I put my bag of Goodwill finds on the front seat, pushed down the back seats and laid out the sheet that I purchased to transport my new desk.

I walked into the store, the smile from my face now a downward crescent, the two customer service men that had carried my desk to the front, were gone. “Welcome to Goodwill, can I help you find anything.” The door…

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Scribe Doll's Musings

Some people have studies.  Others dens.  Or offices.  I have a Scriptorium.


In our previous home, H. worked in the spare room, and I at the dining table in the living room.  After a while, however, I found it hard to do any of my own writing in a space that was, ultimately, communal, especially outside working hours.  So, after the usual period of grumpiness and seething dissatisfaction, I came up with a solution. I bought myself a small, folding, wooden exam desk – complete with pen-carrying groove – and a small, folding chair.  I placed them in a corner of our bedroom, between the window and the chest of drawers.  There was enough space for a few white fairy lights to give this corner an air of celebration, a candle for inspiration, and, of course, enough room to write.  Because, at the time, I was translating an Italian novel…

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The journey of a thousand miles…June — nbsmithblog…random digressions and musings

…starts with a single step, and this pedometer geek is working towards goal of walking a thousand miles this year (thanks to the challenge by my friend Cally C of Great Britain). Although this pedometer geek has a daily goal of 10,000 steps (and frequently misses the mark), never has the mileage been tracked to […]

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Six Word Saturday — Scrambled, Not Fried

Ron. Is Just A Monkey Man It’s Friday and he’s seized in the morning with monkey madness; leaves his home with his pockets loaded with quarters for the vending machine. Two quarters buys a monkey sprawled on its back, scratching its belly, or a Heavy Metal monkey two fingers hooking the air, a careless tongue lolling. […]

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Another Drive Through Paradise — Scrambled, Not Fried

It’s a beautiful morning, I say. —Why do you say that, he asks. Look around. It’s beautiful, I tell him. I’m pretty used to this kind of thing. It’s not that he can’t see, or doesn’t know what makes a morning beautiful. We get to my office. No one’s there; only the janitor, finishing a […]

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A Canadian Day


Today, July 1st, is Canada’s 150th birthday. When you think about it, it’s not a very long history–not like our neighbors to the south, the United States of America or Britain, Italy, France and other European countries. Every country has had a turbulent history and each leader has taken the path he thinks may be a better one. Canada has a young leader, who faces the many challenges of the 21st century, both external as well as  internal. He is making his place in the history books, hopefully a good place of his own, in his own footsteps.

A country is made up of multitudes of people; people of all races, cultures, beliefs. They are the strength of a country. The First Nations people had settled here first and would be the earliest Canadians. Most of us have come from elsewhere, if not directly, our parents and/or grandparents did. It took courage…

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THE MEMORY BOX Gets Translated!

Eva Lesko Natiello

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It’s officially official!

I am so thrilled to announce the first translation of THE MEMORY BOX will be Turkish! The foreign rights have been sold to the wonderful people at Pegusus, one of Turkey’s preeminent publishing companies located in Istanbul and home to many notable authors such as Jojo Moyes, Suzanne Collins, E L James, Stieg Larsson, John Green, and Kristin Hannah.  Several publishers were interested in the rights, and I was kept at the edge of my seat (literally) as they duked it out. I imagine it was just like Sotheby’s! (Or maybe Auction Hunters . . . )

Here is a photo of the envelope from my Turkish agent, the steadfast and unflappable Filiz Karaman of Nurcihan Kesim Literary Agency, who brokered the deal. I love everything about this envelope: the scale, the lovely leafy vine graphic, and the paper is glorious (it feels very exotic in its smooth silkiness, I…

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.99 E-Book to Celebrate Third Anniversary of THE MEMORY BOX

Eva Lesko Natiello

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I know! I can’t believe it either. It’s been three years since THE MEMORY BOX was released into the world. So much has happened since I self-published my debut novel. THE MEMORY BOX hit the New York Times and USA Today Bestseller lists last summer, the audiobook rights were sold at auction to Blackstone Audio with the phenomenal Cassandra Campbell narrating, and right now as we speak my book has a film and TV agent working hard to take this psychological thriller to the next level! And I have even more news coming soon, so stay tuned!

To celebrate this books three-year journey, the e-book is on a thrilling discount this week for .99! It’s available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, and Kobo. It’s the perfect beach book, book club pick, plane read, and commuter book! Tell your friends!

Okay, people! I have heard…

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A Father Day’s Problem

Michael Seidel, writer

Holding onto his son’s hand, he’s walking back toward the hotel, accompanying his steps with a constant explanation. “We’re just going to the the hotel because Daddy forgot something, and so — ”

The child is pointing back toward the car. Mom is back there. He’s saying something incomprehensible.

Daddy pauses in his speech and then begins again. “No,” the son shouts. “I want Mom. I want Mom.”

“I’ll give you a Skittle — ”

“I want Mom! I want Mom!”

” — if you — ”

Mom calls, “Honey, you want to come get in the car with Mom?”

Silence falls. Dad asks, “Do you want to get in the car with Mom?”


Problem solved. I’ve been there.

As the child.

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