After being selected for the 2012 Next Generation Independent Book Publishers award in both memoirs and general non-fiction categories, Lin Pardey’s Bull Canyon has now been chosen as a finalist for the Willa Cather Literary award again in the non-fiction category. This prestigious ward is presented by Women Writing the West. Lin has has been able to adjust her seminar schedule to attend the Women writers convention in Albuquerque October 21st to receive her medal in person. While there she will join seven other award winners to present readings from their latest books.
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Lin Pardey’s Bull Canyon, a Boatbuilder, a Writer and Other Wildlife shortlisted for two awards
After garnering excellent reviews, Lin’s story of homesteading and boatbuilding in a rugged mountain canyon just 50 miles southeast of Los Angeles has now been selected as one of four finalists in two separate categories of the 2012 Next Generation Indie Book Awards. The presentation of these by The Independent Publishing Professionals Group takes place at the Plaza Hotel New York during Book Expo America. Though Paradise Cay Publications submitted this title only for consideration in the Memoirs category, the judges felt it would interest a broader audience and also selected Bull Canyon for General Non-fiction.
Lin, and her husband have received numerous awards for their sailing exploits and contributions to the sport of sailing. This is the first time any of their books have been submitted for literary awards. This book is the fifth in the series of narratives describing their sailing and the adventures they have encountered on land and sea. The series starting with Cruising In Seraffyn is credited with launching 50,000 cruising dreams. Bull Canyon, though it is a continuation of that story, takes place completely on land leading critics to compare it with the ever popular, A Year in Provence.
“Pardey’s humorous and honest storytelling quickly draws readers in to this offbeat tale.”—San Francisco Book Review
“ Significant, highly Romantic, and admirable. With many homespun snapshots included, readers may feel as if they’re following the fantastic adventures of an old friend.”—Publishers Weekly
The Pardey’s will be special guests at the Annapolis Sail Boatshow in October and also at the SSCA Gam in Annapolis, Maryland and Punta Gorda, Florida. You can read more about Lin Pardey at www.landlpardey.com or www.linpardey.com.
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I just had a call from a favorite friend. She and her significant other (they are both near 60 and have been sharing much of their lives for past four years) took a five week holiday on Great Barrier Island here in New Zealand. John owns a small, rustic cabin on a very isolated piece of land there – no electricity, no neighbors but beautiful forest, bush and birds and beaches close by. Mary took Bull Canyon along to read. “Sure glad I had it with me. John and I had a bit of a spat brewing and I decided to use the rules of engagement you and Larry used for solving problems early in your relationship. (from the chapter called Defining Fair) It really worked. We have adopted those rules and will keep them in mind from now on.”
Thanks Mary, it’s nice to know my writing has done more than just make some people laugh.
Meanwhile, summer here has been a wash out. Five times the normal rainfall, very windy. Many outdoor concerts washed out. It should have meant more time for me to get writing the sequel to this book, but instead I find myself restless, wishing for nice weather to get out sailing, swimming, picnicking with friends. But this too shall pass and in two weeks we head to Australia to be guests at a big Wooden Boat Festival in a place called Geelong. I am looking forward to three weeks exploring that area. we lived in Sydney, Australia for 7 months but never got to Southern Australia.
I like people who think outside the box. Friends who really like Bull Canyon are helping me get the word out about beyond my sailing audience. One of them sent me a link to a brand new website, www.nooklovers.com. I contacted Eliza and liked what I heard so thought I’d try to help out a bit by letting other folks know about their project. What I like is they are not just focusing on cheap book – but also recommending those they call “Splurge buys.” Yes, they have offered to feature my memoir as a splurge. This is why they started their site
After so many comfortable years writing only for folks who were almost like friends (sailing readers), folks who felt like Larry and i were their mentors and advisers so spread the word about any new book we wrote, it has been interesting and challenging to be part of the “real writing scene” as I introduced a memoir instead of a sailing book. In this new world, each author has to work very hard to get noticed, yet I find they almost all want to help each other along the way.
good luck Eliza and Stephanie
As the holidays rush closer and, since we are currently living in the southern hemisphere, summer is trying to sneak in, it’s hard to stick to my routine at my writers desk. I find myself distracted by anything and everything. I want to be out finishing the spring refit on Taleisin so we can take her off sailing to explore some of the islands to the east of here. But the weather has been terrible, with muggy grey wet days and strong northerly winds. That makes me even more restless. But sunshine is predicted for the weekend. I am actually on top of the most important of my writing projects and we’ve got some fun plans to celebrate the holidays. Instead of our usual trip north to our favorite friends farm for Christmas eve and a few days of farm life, we are all meeting up in Auckland city along with two other couples who do not have families here in New Zealand. Together we’re going to a fancy restaurant for Christmas dinner. We’ll stay in the same nice hotel for the night and the next day go to the Boxing Day (That’s a British day after Christmas holiday tradition) Races at Ellerslie where everyone dresses up and picnics on the lawns while horses race their hearts out for us. Then we’ve been invited to three different homes in three different towns to the north over the next days to catch up with folks we don’t see enough. I’m having lots of fun thinking of appropriate small gifts to take along. The list sits next to the outline for my next article so you can see why I am finding it hard to settle in and write.
Hope you have wonderful plans to share these holidays with friends and family.
It’s been a wonderful but busy three months. We’ve traveled almost 20,000 miles to give Bull Canyon a proper launching. Over the next four days we will be doing the final book store visits, the final talks. I am especially excited about doing a reading at Chaucers Bookstore in Santa Barbara on Monday evening (the 24th). This is one of the truly classic bookstores in the USA. I often took half an afternoon browsing this wonderful shop whenever we sailed to Santa Barbara. (Usually left half my budget there too.) Never thought I’d be the visiting author.
Response to this book has been particularly heartwarming. I’ve had a large number of emails from folks who read it and said it made them laugh, gave them food for thought. I really loved one of the questions the editors of www.book-club-queen.com suggested for discussion groups – If you had the opportunity to, would you drop everything and live life ready for adventures? Strangely, when we went out to the canyon to build our boat, I thought we were putting adventures aside for a while to live a near normal life – but somehow it seems adventure is a constant part of my life. But as Larry often says, “You wouldn’t want it any other way.” I think he’s right.
I really enjoy speaking in front of large crowds of sailors, sharing what we’ve seen, what we’ve learned. I can’t really remember being nervous before a seminar, an evening presentation, at least not in the past 25 years. But last week, when for the first time ever, I had to do a reading from Bull Canyon in front of a totally none sailing group at a lovely shop called the Writers Work Shoppe in Port Townsend, I really got the jitters. What section of Bull canyon should I choose to read. How long should I read. Would I bore these people who had probably come to listen to other far more known writers than I? Larry teased me saying, “you’re just worried because this is your first time being judged just as an author, not as some one sharing information folks want to have. But relax, enjoy, I know you’ll do a fine job.” Fortunately Anna, the owner of the shop, and her husband set out easy chairs for the attendees, wine, bits of chocolate she calls writers block chocolate. Three pieces of chocolate and I got going. I had a grand time and enjoyed the questions people asked afterward, all about how I came to write the book, how I work as a writer. I have always looked on the audiences who attend my sailing seminars as friends I haven’t met yet. By the end of my first ever book reading event, I realized the same applies to anyone who loves books and writing, I came to feel each person in that room was a friend in waiting.
Mixing business with pleasure definitely has paid off so far. Though it is possible to drive across the USA in five or six days to reach the boatshows and book stores in Connecticut, Rhode Island and Maryland, where we were invited to present seminars, we decided to take life easy and allowed ourselves a month. For once we decided, we would actually see some of the beautiful sights we’d missed during all those years of exploring other countries under sail or by motor cycle or 4 X4. Just as important, we wanted to catch up with a few friends from earlier times in our lives, even if it meant driving extra distances. Eight days into our trip, we are feeling we made a very wise choice.
Bill and Mary Eisenlohr, with their two sons Scott and John and daughter Laura, were very much part of our Bull Canyon days. They lived in Corona where Bill finished off bare fiberglass hulls. They were right on the way home when we went into the city, a sort of stopping off place on the way back to the canyon. We often shared meals, helped each other when big timbers had to be milled. We lost touch soon after we sailed away. Then just as I was finishing Bull Canyon, I received an email from Mary – “just found your website – come and see us next time you are in the USA.” So we did, driving almost due north from Yosemite across the stunning but desolate deserts of Nevada through the beautiful, almost unpopulated, canyon of the Little Salmon River and up to their home on the Northwest edge of Flat Head Lake.
The reunion was warm – the Eisenlohrs a supreme example of a successful family. When Bill was able to leave the crowds, traffic and smog of Riverside, he found his own special paradise. Then all three of his children married and with their new families, eventually all moved north too, and set up their own small businesses within a few miles of each other. Everyone, grandchildren, children and what felt like a dozen dogs arrived on Sunday morning to sail, swim or motor out from their folks home. They all remembered our country boatyard, our visits when we helped Bill raise the sides of the barn that eventually housed the classic cars he restored when boatbuilding slacked off. Best of all, we learned every Sunday is the same at Bill and Mary’s home, an event that is far too rare in today’s world, a family gathering by choice, not by obligation.
When I was stalled on the manuscript for Bull Canyon, Larry urged me on by saying, “Finish it and I promise to help you promote it on a long winding road trip across America.” So here we are, after flying for 13 hours from New Zealand, we spent a wonderful evening and night with my very pregnant neice and her husband, then headed north in a rented car to pick up Brownie Lite, our touring Toyota and camper. Then we set off bound for Cris Todds home in Groveland, on the entrance road to Yosemite. After a warm reunion and far too little time with Cris, we set off through Yosemite, and up the spectacular Tioga Pass toward Nevada. Now I know why this is one of the most popular national parks in the world. Stunning vistas at every turn, wildflowers carpeting the meadows, bleak sheer rock faces – quiet roads as soon as you are a mile past popular stopping places. I feel privileged to be meandering across the country with our own little turtle shell. As we try to do when we are cruising, we have allowed plenty of time – 4 weeks to cover 3000 miles. But the way we keep stopping to look at the views, lisen to the rivers run, watch the deer, I wonder if that will be enough time to reach our destination and get ready for boatshows and bookstore visits.
P.S. There is a pic of Brownie Lite in the post labeled Northbound.
Due to the landslips caused by torrential rain from two hurricanes back in January, we had to move my office (it is a 10 by 14 foot wooden building). So yesterday, David, who works for us around the boatyard, was doing some final clean up – removing the last bits of earth that had fallen against the back of the building. All of a sudden he let out a scream then actually started giggling. I went out to see what was causing the fuss. “Talk about weird, I was just getting ready to slam the shovel down and bit into a big chunk of clay when a penguin popped out of the dirt,” David said. “Luckily, I stopped my shovel just before I hit him. Darned bird won’t move out of the way now.” I went out and looked under the office where, in a space about 8 inches high, two blue penguins had begun building a nesting place. These birds are about 14 or 15 inches high and tough. They hissed and attacked us every time we tried to gently move them out using the shovel and long pieces of wood. “Leave them be,” I finally said. “I can put up with the noise they make if they have to nest under there.” Fortunately, once the earth that had been forming a sort of back wall to their nesting place, had been moved, the penguins left of their own accord. As cute as it may seem to have a penguin family living with us, I am glad they are gone. Our neighbor once had penguins under his house. When spring came and young ones began to feed the whole place smelled like rotten fish. Worse, each time the parent penguins came home from fishing, it sounded like an Irish pub gone wild.