ABOUT SAVED BY THE MUSICeBook Publication Date: May 13, 2013The last place fifteen-year-old Willow wants to spend her summer is on a run-down former coffee barge, which her aunt is converting into a floating concert hall. In Saved by the Music, Willow thinks she’s alone until she meets Axel, an older teen who lives isolated from the world on the sailboat docked nearby. An unlikely romance sparks as the two grapple with their darkest secrets and bond through shared pain and laughter. It is a summer where music must do more than just soothe the soul. Saved By The Music: Goodreads | Amazon | Ba
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Hello Steph’s readers,
Steph asked that I share my writing space, and she’s hit upon something very personal and important for me. I write on my deck facing the water, on the land that my Aunt Olga (Aunt Agatha in my book) gave to me.
|Selene’s writing spot.|
I lived there for a short while (a teenager is not the best person to care for a house) and then moved out until I got married, at 26. At 27, I had my first son. I would sit with him on the water, knowing I was supposed to write (I always knew), but afraid to.
I had my second son at 31. Again, I sat on the water with my child. The current seemed to speak to me – beckoning me to write. I didn’t respond.
A few years later I summoned the courage to write a book about my relationship with my aunt, and how we built that barge. I sat on the deck and wrote and wrote and wrote…after so much procrastinating, the book was done in three months! I think it was brewing inside the whole time.
My aunt passed away Thanksgiving 2011. It was horrible, but not unexpected. She’d had Alzheimer’s for years. Aunt Olga was the person who’d showed me that anything is possible if you believe and work hard. My words were all I had left, besides my sons. My marriage had crumpled. I sat on my aunt’s deck and wrote more, for her and for me.
I wound up completing several books on that deck…which got worn and rotted. It was time to have a new one built. So I did, last summer.
Then came Hurricane Sandy. Utter devastation to my first floor, my dock, my town…but the deck remained intact! I thought about leaving, but how could I go from my beautiful spot on the water…the home my aunt had passed on to me. For awhile I couldn’t write. I was distraught and, I feared, destroyed. But then I sat on the deck and stared at the water, and it calmed me. My special place still worked its magic, despite the storm.
|Selene’s devestated dock after Sandy.|
My house is in the process of being rebuilt. It’s summer – when my novel takes place, and when I can sit on my deck for most of the day without a sweatshirt. I’ve finished another novel, and I’m in the process of writing a memoir about Hurricane Sandy. My life has undergone so many changes. But through it all, I’ve had my private spot in the world, where I could tune everything out – even the horror that happened here. My aunt saw the enchantment in water (that’s one reason she built her barge) and she passed her vision on to me. Every morning, before I do anything else, I write on my deck. Even just for a little while. And that gets me through.
And the rest that is “Unwritten” will be put to paper in due time, in this very spot.