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The
purpose of the Writers4Higher blog: to feature authors in a new light, a fresh
look at the way writers use their talents and life energies to uplift humankind.
Writers4Higher doesn’t promote religious or political views. Authors are asked to answer three simple questions: simple,
yet complex.
This issue, Writers4Higher
features
Tricia Booker
Hi Tricia, welcome to the Writers4Higher family!
Tell me about yourself. Your book(s), your life, your
inspiration.
I’m a 48-year-old suburban housewife who just tried Botox
for the first time. My forehead wrinkles are gone, but my eyelids are droopier,
so it’s a wash. I still look 48. I have three children adopted from Vietnam and
Guatemala who are 10, 7 and 5, and they kick my ass every day. My husband is a
former journalist who used his mid-life crisis to turn into a
firefighter/paramedic. My dog eats paper.
I work part-time as a fitness instructor and personal
trainer, and my specialty is boxing. I love to box. Hence, the name of my blog:
My Left Hook. It’s good. My left hook, I mean. Although the blog is pretty
rockin’, too. I’ve also worked as a journalism instructor at the University of
North Florida, but I’m taking a break from explaining to college students that its’
is not a word.
I’ve had the heart of a writer since I was a kid - I’ve
sketched a thousand stories in my head. Sometimes I’m just driving down the
road and think, “What if I cheated on my husband and he left me and took the
kids? That would be a great story!” Seriously, though, it’s just in my head.
I started my writing career as a journalist. I wrote for
magazines and newspapers in Minnesota, Massachusetts, and Florida, eventually
coming to focus on creative nonfiction stories portraying social justice
issues. After my oldest daughter came home, I cut back on writing, and it took
me years to realize what an important role it played in my personal
fulfillment. So a few years ago, I started my blog. I write about parenting
hilarity, current events, adoption, fitness, boxing, and sex. Sometimes I make
things up.
I’m inspired by my children, of course, who pretty much ruined
my life, but, you know, in a good way. The idea that my husband and I are in
charge of ushering these three little bugs into a respectable adulthood is both
terrifying and humbling. But I’m also inspired by the routine of life, and by
how lucky I am to breathe and eat and sleep on (relatively) clean sheets every
night. So many people have so little and manage to be happy. I have a nice
home, a hot husband, healthy children, and an unlimited supply of Cymbalta.
Certainly I can be, at a minimum, content.
Where do you see your writing taking you in the future?
Whew, this is a tough one. It’s astounding to me that Oprah
hasn’t called and declared me Blogger of the World. Let me just confess right
here: I HAVE NOT WRITTEN A BOOK. Don’t judge me.
If I died tragically right now, I’m pretty sure someone
would bundle up my blogs into a book and make me a famous writer for, like, 15
minutes, complete with appearances by my family on the Today
show. I’m trying to preempt that possibility by writing and e-publishing a
book myself. (Informal survey: would you buy it? What if I just gave it to
you?)
The book would consist of personal essays and stories about
my childhood in New Orleans, our decision to undergo infertility treatment, and
how we adopted our children. I’ve written about all of these topics in my blog,
so I’d be re-using some material, then expanding and organizing it.
Beyond that, I just don’t know. I feel confident that
writing will always be a part of my life, and I have high hopes of one day being
interviewed by Terry Gross on NPR’s Fresh Air. That might be just a pipe dream.
How do you use your talents/time to help others?
Okay, let me just be honest here. Many people assume my
societal contribution consists of rescuing my children from their impoverished
birth countries and teaching them how to use spoons. But as most of you know,
our children give us so much more than we ever give to them. So that doesn’t
count at all. Which means: I got nothing. I do zero volunteer work. I barely
help out at my kids’ school. Last week I picked up my neighbor’s paper while
she was out of town, and currently I’m editing a friend’s daughter’s college
entrance essay, but I’m guessing those don’t count.
I suppose I help others through my blog by assuring them
that they’re not alone when they’re tempted to scream, IF YOU PINCH YOUR SISTER
ONE MORE TIME, I’M GOING TO TIE YOUR FINGERS TOGETHER! I give them something to
laugh about, or cry about, or just think on.
One day, when all of my children can use the bathroom
independently, I would love to teach creative writing to young girls,
particularly needy children.
In the meantime, I believe that the best way to serve
humanity is to be kind, generous and knowledgeable about the world. I’m mostly
kind, very generous, and Husband keeps me informed on current events. He
remembers every political fact going back to 1983.
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Thank you, Tricia. I have to learn not to take a sip of coffee before I read your stuff. I always end up nearly shooting it from my nose. :)
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Thank you, Tricia. I have to learn not to take a sip of coffee before I read your stuff. I always end up nearly shooting it from my nose. :)
Rhett
DeVane
Fiction with a Southern
Twist
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