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Annabelle Robertson is the author of The Southern Girls Guide to Surviving the Newlywed Years: How to Stay Sane Once You've Caught Your Man (NAL/Penguin). An award-winning journalist, she writes for The Atlanta Journal-Constitution, Atlanta Woman, Paste and Y'all magazines. Her celebrity interviews and film reviews regularly appear on Crosswalk. A graduate of the University of Geneva, Robertson practiced international law before earning her Master of Divinity from Regent College in Vancouver, where she also met and married her husband, an Air Force chaplain currently deployed to the Middle East. She then joined the staff of an Atlanta newspaper. Visit her at www.AnnabelleRobertson.com.

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  • Wednesday, September 12, 2007
    Remembrance of Things Past

    As the plane took off from Santa Barbara, California, I danced a little jig and mouthed the chorus to the Go-Go's' "Vacation while munching on my pre-packaged breakfast of Kashi Go Lean. Oh, it was going to be fun.

    Sure, I was going on a working vacation. But it was Labor Day, a long weekend, and Mark had the kids. Oh, yeah.

    And even though my 80s pop song was serving as a sobering reminder of my age and my teenage years -- both of which I sincerely prefer to forget -- I couldn’t help but be excited. I was going to the Decatur Book Festival in Atlanta, Georgia.

    I was going home.

    Since my oh-so-literary opus, The Southern Girl’s Guide, hit bookstores in early January, I've had the privilege of speaking at several book festivals around the South. With their requisite author hobnobbing, these events are always a blast. Think great minds, great books, great conversation and great food. But this weekend was sure to surpass them all.

    It most definitely did.

    Located a few miles from downtown Atlanta, Decatur calls itself "Mayberry with a Kick," and it's one of the best kept secrets in the South. Mother was a majorette at Decatur High, the same class as Roy Blount (1959 -- sorry, Mama), another author at this year's festival (albeit one far more renowned than little old moi). Roy remembers Mother's legs, which were and are still fabulous, as she pranced around the football team. Go, Decatur bulldogs! My uncle Charlie once burned down the woods behind the family home on Inman Drive. Go, Decatur firefighters!

    So maybe genetic predisposition had something to do with it, but as soon as Mark and I hit town ten years ago, we fell in love with Decatur's historic architecture, art-infused culture and small-town-inside-the-big-city charm. I'd be there still, in fact, reporting on everything from the county CEO (think Ray Nagin without the hurricane) to the latest band at Eddie's Attic (launching pad of more than a few famous musicians).

    If only the Air Force hadn't seen fit to move us to California.

    But, as Dottie Benton Frank said, when I complained about the officer housing on base, which boasts mold and walls so thin you can hear the neighbors going potty, "That’s why they call it 'the service,' honey. Nobody said it would be fun."

    Ain't that the truth.

    After settling into my hotel on the Decatur Square, I donned a pair of shorts and headed for my favorite sushi place. They were, to my horror, completely out of sweet tea. People, people, people!
     
    Upon hearing my tale of woe, however (stuck in California, no sweet tea to be found, no real tea, even -- except at Taco Bell, so God bless the Mexicans), they made more. I waited. Then I drank the equivalent of a Big Gulp in liquid gold.

    Oh, blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!

    Too bad that in my zeal to embark upon Proustian memories, I completely forgot the effect of imbibing sugar and caffeine at 10 o’clock in the evening. No doubt, I garnered more than a few glances as I worked that hotel treadmill at 1 a.m.

    The next day, with 70,000 other attendees, I listened to fabulous lectures and concerts, ran my mouth in the author hospitality suite and generally had a ball, as my grandmother likes to say. It was, to say the least, wonderful to be back -- especially with the kind of talent that festival organizers Daren Wang and Tom Bell had rounded up this year. You can check out the complete list here, but for today, I’ll focus on just one.

    His name is Chris Rose, he's a columnist with the "New Orleans Times-Picayune" and his first book, "1 Dead in Attic," received tremendous national coverage after its recent release, which was timed to coincide with the two-year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina.

    Hurricane Katrina. New Orleans. The Gulf Coast... Remember?

    I met Rose at an outdoor terrace, where I was quietly eating a turkey burger and minding my own business. Okay, so I was talking to everyone in sight. Sue me.
     
    Eventually my girlfriend Dawn and I moved to his table, along with an Oregonian transplant named Jane -- clearly a masochist. And I think it's safe to say that, along with everyone sitting around us, we had a howling good time.

    There’s nothing funny about Rose's book, however, which I read after listening to his lecture the following day. With heartrending truthfulness, he chronicles the aftermath of Katrina on himself and all the residents of the once-beautiful New Orleans. He's a brilliant writer (he won the Pulitzer for his columns, which form the backbone of the book). And he nimbly engages in the kind of soul-searching honesty that most writers aspire to, yet rarely achieve -- no doubt because of fear. Unlike most, Rose conquered that fear and dared to recount not just the things he saw, but the things he felt.

    The dedication alone is enough to make you weep:

    This book is dedicated to Thomas Coleman, a retired longshoreman, who died in his attic at 2214 St. Roch Avenue in New Orleans’ 8th Ward on or about August 29, 2005. He had a can of juice and a bedspread at his side when the waters rose.

    Rose did something for me last weekend. He reminded me that New Orleans continues to be devastated by Katrina -- a fact that has been casually overlooked by all the Britney-filled headlines.

    In many ways, Rose said, the situation is even harder now than it was after the storm. Residents spend their days wrangling with reluctant insurance companies. Trash still fills the city, jobs are in short supply and crime has surpassed every city in the country. Even stoplights can be a roll of the dice.

    And then there's the post-traumatic stress disorder, an epidemic of mass proportions which threw Rose into a dark depression and has caused hundreds to commit suicide. Children as young as six are actually cutting themselves, in a desperate bid to ease the emotional pain. Unfortunately, with 80 percent of New Orleans' mental health professionals gone from the city, this is no easy problem to solve.

    Despite the lack of media interest, I should have more aware of Katrina's fallout. After all, our 1998 move to Atlanta was prompted by the inner city, where we spent years serving the homeless. Housing crack addicts and ex-cons, diapering dirty babies, feeding hungry first-graders – this was my mission, while my chaplain-husband worked the emergency room of Grady Hospital, dealing with the most horrifying heartbreaks and traumas.

    As hard as it all was, I loved every minute. In fact, I often look back on that time when I couldn't buy dinner and had to write in 98-degree heat with no air-conditioning as one of the best in my life. Life's funny that way, isn't it?

    Of course, Decatur has never been submerged under water, either. And no one has ever written "1 Dead in Attic" on my house, while thousands wait to be rescued in the sweltering heat without any food or water, for days on end.

    In the past 30 months, I've faced the death of my father and mother-in-law; a high-risk pregnancy; a cross-country move that ripped me from family, friends, my home, my job and my beloved South. I became a military wife – something I would never have imagined. I also became a single mother during my husband's five-month deployment to the Middle East and multiple separations. And, I'm still adjusting to a culture that makes the Bronx for a South Carolinian easy by comparison.

    (Just trust me when I say that there's a reason they call California "the land of fruits and nuts.")
    When Katrina hit, I was weeks from giving birth and stuck at home with our toddler during Mark's 16-hour work days, wondering how I would ever finish the book that had just sold at auction to the highest bidder. But still, it took everything I had not to grab the kid, pack the minivan, empty our savings account and head to New Orleans to hand out water, food, clothes, encouragement, a prayer. Anything.

    Meeting Chris Rose made me realize I should have.

    I didn't forget about New Orleans during the last two years, when life was creating its usual maelstrom of chaos. But I haven’t really remembered, either.

    How about you?

    Annabelle Robertson is an award-winning journalist and author. Her book, The Southern Girl’s Guide to Surviving the Newlywed Years: How to Stay Sane Once You’ve Caught Your Man, won the 2006 USA Best Books Award for humor. Visit her at www.SouthernGirlsGuide.com, where you can download the first chapter.
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  • "How can I get an agent?” 

    It’s the question every writer wants to know – the one posed most frequently at book-signings, and the one readers always email me about.  It’s an important one, too.  After all, you can’t get a book published without one.  Not really.

    For most writers, however, trying to find an agent is a bit like asking how to get an audition at Carnegie Hall.

    Years before my book, The Southern Girl’s Guide to Surviving the Newlywed Years: How to Stay Sane Once You’ve Caught Your Man, went to "auction," with three major publishing houses bidding for the rights – and long before it snagged a USA Best Books Award, I dreamed of being a writer.  I had been the editor of my high school newspaper.  During college and graduate school, I wrote short stories and essays, in exchange for As and paragraphs of professorial praise.  A wisecracking Australian prof even wrote that I had made him cry with “The Curate,” a short story I wrote about a young pastor who accepts a call to St. Michael’s Church in Charleston, where he discovers a viper’s nest in their historic monogrammed pews.

    I was in seminary at the time. And unfortunately, I knew of what I wrote.  But that’s the first rule you should follow when trying to get published: “Write what you know.”

    I’d also practiced international law in Switzerland, working for the United Nations and as corporate counsel for an American bank, during which I freelanced and honed my writing skills.  And I read everything I possibly could on the craft – at least 50 books about dialogue, narrative, plot, voice and style, to name just a few.

    Of course, I didn’t think I was Pat Conroy or anything.  Far from it – he intimidated the heck out of me, in fact.  But I figured I could at least write a book and get it published.  How hard could it be? 

    Well, a lot harder than I ever imagined – although not nearly as difficult as what came later (and not even remotely as challenging as losing weight…so hang in there, y’all – it’s all possible). 

    To start, I knew I needed discipline.  So I taped a sign above my desk that said, “Writers Write.”  I placed fans throughout our dingy Atlanta walk-up and prayed that my computer wouldn’t blow up from the heat.  And then I wrote – five nights a week, from 9 to 11 p.m., and all day Saturday.  Week after week after week.  I even wrote on vacation.

    Two years later, I called my husband into my home office as I typed those greatly anticipated words, “The End.”  I was thrilled.  And I figured I’d have an agent within a few months – a year at the most. 

    It took me five.

    What I didn’t realize was that no matter how talented a writer is, every first draft is bad.  Usually very, very bad – and mine was no exception.  In her excellent Bird by Bird book about the writer’s life, Anne Lamott calls them “sh*&y" first drafts,” and as any good writer knows, they truly are.  But for some reason, we writers tend to have blinders – big ones – when it comes to our work.  We want to get to center stage as fast as possible.  And, we tend to believe, rather naively, that writing is something which can be mastered easily and quickly.  Just look at those concert pianists!  They make it look so easy!  As Rita Mae Brown says, however, “It takes as long to learn writing skills as it does to become a neurosurgeon.” 

    This, I have learned, is an understatement.

    I know how disheartening this learning period can be for writers.  After all, I was there myself, not too long ago.  But consider this: Your book must compete with the 200,000 others published each year, of which a mere 1 percent sell more than 5,000 copies.  A full 98 percent of all books published each year, in fact, sell less than 1,000 copies.  So even if you could get published now, is this really what you want to put out there?

    To be a success, your writing simply cannot be mediocre.  It has to be phenomenal.  Not only that, but when it comes to wowing an agent, you’ve got one shot, and one shot only.  Do you really want to take yours now?

    Maybe you do.  You’ve work-shopped that manuscript (or book proposal) to death.  You’ve rewritten your book, again and again.  You’ve put in the time, and you know you can’t make it any better.  It’s ready to go and it’s very, very good – or so say all the non-relatives and unpaid friends who’ve critiqued it. 

    Well, if that’s your case, darlin’, then congratulations for sticking it out.  I’m just as proud as peat, and I can’t wait to read that book.  So please skip to Part III of this article and go find yourself an agent.

    For everyone else – especially those just getting started – I invite you to pull up a chair and pour yourself some sweet tea.  Sweet tea is good.  But experience is better.  And if there’s anything we Southern Girls like to do, it’s share our experience and hand out advice – especially if we can save someone a little heartache.

    So here’s my take, for what it’s worth, on what you really need to produce a manuscript that will wow a good agent:  

    Read lots of books about the craft of writing.  You can get them online, from the library or a book club.  I joined the Writer’s Digest Book Club and, thanks to their generous “buy four get one free” policy, now own a small collection of writing books that I refer to again and again.  These were not only great fun to read, but they also fueled my writing, giving me lots of creative inspiration. 

    Read books in your genre.  Examine them as an editor would, studying structure, style, content and voice.  Other authors will give you fresh ideas, improve your vocabulary and teach you how books work.   

    Hang out with other writers.  Writing is a lonely discipline, and you’ll need likeminded people to encourage and teach you what’s what.  So visit bookstores, where you’ll find future authors lurking in the coffee shop or in front of the reference shelves.  Check out the local library or the classified ads section.  Run an ad yourself.  Go to author readings.  And don’t be afraid to talk to published writers.  People approach me all the time, and I don’t mind a bit.  I see it as “paying forward” the help I’ve received from others.

    Attend writer’s conferences.  You’ll learn lots about the craft and the business of writing, as well as the all-important publishing industry.  You’ll also meet published writers who may mentor you and perhaps even give you a quote for your book someday – which agents and editors love.  Network.  Listen.  Take notes.  And learn as much as you possibly can.

    Find or create a writer’s group.  My group, which I formed after we all met at a local conference, consisted of four other writers at different stages of their novels. They taught me things I could never have learned otherwise and pointed out mistakes that I should have seen, but did not.  They encouraged me, supported me, and gave me wonderful suggestions – especially when I got bogged down.  Our bi-monthly evenings spent laughing, dreaming and scheming are, to date, some of the happiest memories ever.

    Finish your manuscript/book proposal before searching for an agent.  Don’t make the mistake of interesting a potential agent, only to be forced to admit that you haven’t finished the book.  If an agent likes your first three chapters, he’ll ask for the rest.  If you can’t immediately provide that, he’ll likely lose interest – which will be difficult to snag again.  Even if you do a rush job and finish, you’ll still be submitting your first draft – a very bad idea (see above). 

    Make sure your writer’s group critiques your entire manuscript before submitting it.  You need their objectivity, and they need yours.  Be sure to take their advice, too – especially when they’re all in agreement.

    Be open to criticism.  After rewriting my novel no less than three times, a fellow writer (now a six-time New York Times bestselling author) read my manuscript and pronounced me a “future bestselling author.”  Before I could bask in the heady compliment, however, she gave me some “suggestions.”  I took them all – and rewrote the book again.  Early on, I learned not to take criticism personally.  If you want a writing career, you will, too. 

    Give your latest rewrite to at least three people who are not afraid to tell you the truth.  These volunteers should not be close friends or relatives, who will be tempted to equivocate – and who will unconsciously read your voice into the manuscript.  They must be objective.  Have them edit it, line by line, and provide a written critique (if they will).  If their advice is vague, ask probing questions like “What did you like best?”, “What did you have trouble believing?” and “What would you change?”  Make rewrites accordingly.

    Do not hire a book “doctor” (editor).  They’re expensive and extremely subjective – and you’ll only get the same feedback that fellow writers will provide for free.  I paid $1,200 for my professional critique years ago, a sum I could ill afford.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t the best advice.  Instead, turn to your writer’s group, where you’ll find a consensus (or not) – which will help you decide whether to take their advice (or not).  With a book doctor, you’re only getting one opinion, and a very expensive one at that.

    Next week, in Part II of this article, I’ll offer suggestions on creating and running a writer’s group.  The following week, in Part III, I’ll provide strategies for snagging that agent. 

    In the meantime, stay sweet y’all.  And don’t give up.  Remember: writers not only write – they keep on writing.

    Annabelle Robertson is an attorney, an award-winning journalist and the author of The Southern Girl’s Guide to Surviving the Newlywed Years: How to Stay Sane Once You’ve Caught Your Man, winner of the 2006 USA Best Books Award for humor.  To watch a video of Annabelle and download the first chapter, visit www.SouthernGirlsGuide.com.

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  • Well, I've been a little AWOL, y'all.  In addition to the regular insanity chez Robertson, I’ve have some major technical difficulties of late (I am SUCH a techno-peasant).  I've also been working on the proposal for my next book, The Southern Girl's Guide to Surviving the Baby Years: How to Stay Married When You're a Mama (which will be out next year).  Of course, as always, I'm constantly trying to tackle the ever-expanding stack of books on my nightstand.  Ah, the sad life of a book critic...

    I spent Memorial Day weekend in sweet home Carolina, for my brother’s wedding (finally!), after which I drive all over town to "sign stock."  Authors call these "drive bys."  Meaning, we drive by a bookstore and sign any books that they happen to have in stock.  My husband went with me for one and said, "Don't they ask for ID for that kind of thing?" which struck me as kind of funny.  You know, someone impersonating me???  Hmmmm....not that I would mind.  People like to buy autographed copies as gifts, so signed books make everyone happy.  So if anybody out there wants to go sign some books in my stead, I say, go for it!  I'm signing them, "Good luck, honey!" then my name.

    On another note, I'll mention that it's very exciting to discover that a bookstore in Ventura, California, had eight copies of my book, whereas a major chain in Charlotte, NC (my hometown), only had 2.  Or none, in other cases…

    Did I say that my book is called The Southern Girl's Guide?  As in, the South?  Yep.  Well.

    In the meantime, lemme tell you about an author I met who has written a fabulously engaging book (if you’ll pardon the pun).  Hana Schank is an adorable gal who sat next to me (bless her heart) at the Southern Kentucky Book Festival a few weeks ago, where 100 or so authors spent the day trying to combat illiteracy by trying to persuade people to buy our books.  Her book is called A More Perfect Union: How I Survived the Happiest Day of My Life, and it's a wonderful examination of the bridal industry and its seductive power.

    In this memoir, which takes place during the year between Hana's engagement and her wedding day, she describes the seemingly insurmountable pressure that a gal feels, the minute an engagement ring is slipped on her finger, to host “the perfect day.”  Barely aware that the bridal industry even existed, Hana, a successful businesswoman and journalist, wanted a small but elegant wedding.  As she began to plan, however, she found herself succumbing, despite her most stalwart intentions, to the need for the perfect dress, the perfect invitations, the perfect food and even the perfect ‘save the day’ announcement cards (which she ended up crafting herself, so they would be ‘just right’).

    USA Today recently reported that the average wedding in this country costs $30,000.  So why are women so vulnerable to the seductive sway of this industry?  Hana pulls back the veil with startling acumen -- and one very engaging story.  Now, if you're put off by the occasional obscenity (or "cussin', as we say down South), you may want to steer clear.  Otherwise, do check this book out, as I know you'll find it quite interesting.  I especially enjoyed the behind-the-scenes peek at some of the Jewish traditions that she and her fiancé explored for their wedding, as well as the history of the many wedding traditions -- some of which are pure commercial invention, by the way.

    Hana has an MFA in nonfiction writing from Columbia University, and used to write for CBSNews.com.  I recently convinced her to answer a few questions about her book.  Here's what she had to say:

    Tell me a little about why you decided to write your book.  
    After I got engaged, I went to the bookstore to find a book on planning a wedding.  I thumbed through a few wedding planners and it was like I'd somehow stepped into a time warp and fallen into 1952.  The books all went on and on about how my wedding was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, how I'd of course been dreaming of this day since I was a little girl, and how perfect my wedding was going to be if I followed all 437 planning tasks.  Since I'd never given one iota of thought to my wedding up until my fiancé proposed, I was shocked to discover that the wedding industry was still talking to women this way.  And as I got deeper into the wedding planning process, it seemed like things only got weirder and more anachronistic.  So I started looking around to see if there was a book about how ridiculous all the other wedding books were -- something that said, "No, you are not a space alien, there are other women out there who, like you, have not been waiting their entire lives for their wedding day."  There wasn't a book that came anywhere close to that perspective, so I decided to start taking notes on my own wedding planning process, and the book sprang from those.
     
    You really pull back the veil on the bridal industry with startling acumen.  What are some of the factors that have created such an incredibly powerful/influencing industry?  
    The wedding industry has really exploded in the last fifteen years or so.  As I write in the book, I think that some of that explosion is connected to the high divorce rate.  The women getting married today were children in the seventies and eighties, when the divorce rate reached its peak, and many of us grew up saying "When I get married it's going to be forever."  But since none of us really knows which marriages will last and which will end in divorce, women have started looking for external ways to prove to their families and friends that their marriage will last, and the wedding industry has found an excellent way to profit from this.  Many, many wedding-related ads imply that bigger is better, the more money you spend the more likely it is that you'll have a successful marriage, and if your lipstick doesn't match your cocktails you are doomed to be an inadequate wife and will likely get divorced.
     
    You went into this process determined not to be like “other brides.”  What happened?  
    I think I succeeded, no?  Okay, no, I did end up becoming obsessed with my wedding and pretty much having a nervous breakdown when the woman we bought gift baskets from for the guest rooms said she couldn't put apples in them.  However, I did manage to keep it together on my wedding day for the most part.  I think that I slowly got sucked in.  If you read enough magazines telling you your wedding has to be perfect, after a while you start believing it.  And, ultimately it seemed easier to just give in and do it the traditional way.  I wanted to get married in a purple dress, but that would have involved searching through potentially hundreds of stores for the right shade of purple, as opposed to going to a few bridal salons.  I didn't want to walk down the aisle holding flowers, but I didn't know what to do instead and I didn't want to give it that much thought.  So maybe laziness won in the end, and I just let the wedding industry have it's way with me. 
     
    Writing your book, you conducted a lot of research about the history of bridal and wedding traditions.  How did you go about doing this, and what made you want to include that?  
    The wedding industry is big on presenting their way of doing things as the proper way, as though it's the only way that anyone throughout the entire course of human history has gotten married.  I knew that couldn't possibly be the case, so I became curious about just how old these venerable "traditions" were.  It turned out that most of them weren't old at all - just another construction courtesy of a wedding industry that wants to sell more veils and Jordan almonds.  Surprisingly, there aren't that many popular books about wedding history, so a lot of my research came from academic papers.  I also read a step-by-step guide on how to become a wedding planner.  It didn't offer any history, but it did give me a good sense of how wedding planners are told to talk about weddings.
     
    What concerns you the most about the bridal industry and its influence on women?  
    To me, the fact that the bridal industry has such a powerful grip on women is indicative of a larger cultural shift going on in our society right now, a sort of anti-feminism masquerading as feminism, where women are subtly being told that no matter who they are, they must value being a wife and mother above all else, even if they have careers that they love or want to spend their time doing something other than figuring out what their table centerpieces should look like.  I grew up thinking I would be President of the United States.  And then suddenly, when it came time for me to get married, it was made quite clear to me that all this time I was supposed to be SAYING I wanted to be President but actually WANTING to be a princess.  It's very subtle, and to some extent that's what makes it so sinister.  On the surface it's like "Feminism for all!" but behind closed doors, women are thinking, "If the bridesmaid dresses aren't perfect then something is wrong with me as a woman."  Some women love planning their weddings, and that's fine. They should have the opportunity to plan away.  But your wedding shouldn't determine your self-worth or your perceived value as a human being. 
     
    Do you think things are likely to change?  If so/not, why?  
    Right now, it looks like things are getting worse.  Bridezilla has become a stock character on a lot of TV shows and in the movies.  And on shows like My Super Sweet 16 on MTV, you'll see teenagers acting exactly like Bridezillas on their wedding day, as though they're practicing for their turn as a bride.  I've seen websites where teenagers are obsessing about their hair months and months in advance of their proms, just like brides do.  No one is really out there trying to figure out what's making otherwise normal women act like crazed lunatics when it comes to their weddings, and a lot of the time women are afraid to admit to themselves that something is not quite right. 
     
    What lessons do you feel like you learned, personally, during this experience?  
    It sounds corny, but I learned to be true to myself.  I got sucked into trying to please everyone else with my wedding, including the all-knowing bridal industry, as ridiculous as that seems.  And, while I ended up with a wedding that I loved, I would never again want to experience the year of horror that preceded it.  Two years later, when I decided to become a mother and became pregnant with my son, I came in contact with another mega-industry that likes to tell women how to live: the pregnancy and baby industry.  But that time around, I decided from the start that I would do it my way.  I never bought a pregnancy magazine, and I have yet to buy a parenting magazine.  So far, so good. 
     
    Looking back, what would you do differently?  
    Eloped.  No -- I'm kidding.  In retrospect, I think I took the most difficult path.  I could have said, forget it, I'm going to get married barefoot on a beach.  Or I could have just given into the bridal industry and spent a year of my life doing nothing but planning a wedding.  I tried for the middle path -- planning a big wedding but trying to do it my own way.  I think it would have been better to have taken one of the other options, even if it meant letting the bridal industry run my life.  Also, I wish I'd had more fun with it.  At the time, everything assumed an importance totally out of proportion with reality.  I didn't sleep for weeks because I was worrying about finding the right dress.  I mean -- come on!  
     
    What kind of advice would you give a newly-engaged bride?
    The most important thing is to find the right guy -- not the right dress.  Especially because, after your wedding, you'll never look at the dress again, but you'll see the guy ALL THE TIME!

    A More Perfect Union: How I Survived the Happiest Day of My Life (Atria Books, paperback, $13.00) is available in paperback. For more information, visit www.HanaSchank.com.

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  • There are times in everyone's life when we must make decisions -- crucial decisons which will affect us for many, many years, and which have very far-reaching ramifications.

    Take, for instance, the question of companionship. It's a tough call, this one - especially for newlyweds. But basically, it boils down to this:

    Should you get a dog?

     

     
     

     


    Or should you have kids?




     






     



     


    I'll leave this decision up to you. But, suffice to say that, having suffered through the Gordon Years, when life consisted of praying that the UPS man would not sue, we've opted for Door Number Two. Twice.  And, even though my ever-so-slightly OCD husband complains about our preschooler's tendency to "mix" those blasted Magic Markers and crayons within the same plastic bin, our house has yet to achieve the epic decorating scheme enployed by these little tikes.

    But books, you say? Yes, books! Because this blog is now a book blog. So, as we reflect upon the many joys and tribulations of dogs and kids, you may want to check out the following: 
     
    Man of the House: Reflections on Life with Dogs, Divas and a Bunch of Little Dudes Who Keep Calling Me Dad, by Chris Erskine (Rodale, $23.95).

    It’s a skill to make people laugh and cry at the same time, but Chris Erskine manages to do just that. He also makes you think. A Los Angeles Times columnist who writes about family life in the suburbs -- without Dave Barry's wacky (and at times, rather senseless) humor -- Erskine explores adoring toddlers, narcissistic teenagers, beautiful neighbors and exhausted spouses in an engaging yet surprisingly profound way. From childbirth to aging via the empty nest, he offers witticisms and insights that we can all relate to.

    If you're looking for a nice Father's Day gift, a few weeks in advance, "Man of the House" just might be it.
     
    With Southern love,
     
    Annabelle

     

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  • Tuesday, May 1, 2007
    Southern Kentucky Book Festival

    Hey, y'all!

    I just got back from the Southern Kentucky Book Festival in Bowling Green, KY.  And oh, what fun it was...to actually sleep late!  No baby alarm clock at 5 a.m.  And eat real food, too -- after a whole year of starvation and sweat, trying to get rid of the baby fat.  Mission accomplished, though (as "W" would say)!

    Now just where in the world is Bowling Green, Kentucky, you say? Well, first of all, it's one of the prettiest places I've ever seen, with the nicest people on Earth.  Meaning, of course, that it's in the South!  In fact, it's about an hour north of Nashville, TN, where Salem has offices.  And whoa, what a great time! A hundred or more authors, all hanging out, signing books and giving talks...and giving moi, yours truly, the newbie author, a real education about the publishing industry. Talk about scary! This business is as tough as uncooked grits, y'all. Enter at your own risk.

    Although, I must admit, it wasn't much of a hardship meeting all of those fabulous authors.  Take, for instance, Scott Turow and his charminjg girlfriend. As luck would have it, Scott just happens to be ex-law partners and very close friends with one of my old bosses, Russ Bradley.  I worked as a legal secretary for Russ in Geneva, Switzerland, while putting myself through law school. Nice guy, both of them. And although Scott has achieved phenomenal success as a writer, he continues to practice law, bless his heart.

    The funniest incident of the weekend may have been some gushing about Turow's "latest book," by a devoted fan.  She just loved "The Bourne Identity," she said.  I looked at Scott, bit my lip and said, "Ummm...isn't she confusing you with Robert Ludlum?"  I didn't mention that "The Bourne Identity" had been published ages ago.  The stoic Mr. Turow simply shook his head, grinned and said, "I've written all of John Grisham's books, Robert Ludlum's, and even a few by Stephen King." 

    I wonder if this happens with movie stars, too?  Paris Hilton should be so lucky.

    Another cool introduction came with Rick Bragg, the Pulitzer Price winner and former New York Times reporter.  I actually sent Rick a fan letter too, way back in 1997, after reading his amazing memoir, "All Over But the Shoutin'." A former Atlanta resident, he was just as sweet as pie, too -- not a stuck-up bone in his body.

    I also spoke with Cassandra King (Pat Conroy's wife), whom I have interviewed several times, the most recent being for a story in the Athens Banner-Herald (great paper, edited by my darlin' friend, Courtney Pomeroy). And finally, I met the venerable Christian author, Janette Oke. For those not-in-the-know (as in, me), it's pronounced "Ja-NET" and "Oke" (rhymes with hoke). Good thing she told me.

    So, well (pronounced "WAY-yull," if you're in my family), I made some great new friends and hung out in the hotel lobby 'til all hours of the night (okay, so it was just midnight, but for this mother of an 18-month old, that's LATE, y'all!). And making new friends is always worth the price of admission -- especially for writers, who spend their days alone, toiling in front of a computer. Unless you're me, of course, in which case you WISH you could spend your days alone, instead of being hounded for PBJs, bagels and trying to shake a clinging baby off your leg so you can send just one more email to your publicist...who no doubt feels the same way about YOU that you do about your toddler.

    Hey, it's the circle of life (and love 'ya, Lisa!)

    So take a gander at some of my new best friends (below, in no particular order), who write all sorts of things, for men and women, both fiction and non-fiction. Better still, buy their books and send 'em an email to tell 'em how great they are. We all need a little encouragement every now and then, right?!

    I'll be profiling some of these authors -- and many, many more -- in upcoming blogs.  In fact, you book lovers out there will be pleased to know that I'm turning this into a book blog, so stay tuned!  Good things are a'foot!

    With Southern love,
    Annabelle
    http://www.southerngirlsguide.com/

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