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Friday, June 12, 2020

Interview with writer Donna Koros Stramella

Today’s special guest is Donna Koros Stramella. She’s chatting with me about her new women’s fiction, Coffee Killed My Mother.

Bio:
Donna Koros Stramella is a writer from Maryland whose fiction and nonfiction pieces have been published in Adelaide Literary Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, Columbia Magazine, and the Baltimore Sun. She is a previous award-winning journalist and a graduate of the University of Tampa MFA in Creative Writing. Currently, she is working on her second novel, Among the Bones.

Welcome, Donna. Please tell us about your current release.
Coffee Killed My Mother explores the story of an unusual mother-daughter relationship, told through the eyes of an anxious 17-year-old Anna Lee. Her life is stuck, largely because of her strained relationship with her mother Jacqueline, a quirky recovering alcoholic who is now addicted to coffee. The two take off on a trip to explore independent coffee shops along the east coast, but Jacqueline's real agenda is an opportunity to reveal a series of disturbing family secrets to Anna Lee--a twin who died in utero, a fatal drunk driving accident, an abusive parent, and her mother's betrayal of a woman Anna Lee holds dear.

What inspired you to write this book?
As a mother and a daughter, I’ve always been interested in the special relationships between mothers and daughters. I wanted to examine how the relationship between two wildly different individuals would be affected by long-held secrets.


Excerpt from Coffee Killed My Mother:
In this excerpt, a young Anna Lee uncovers one of her mother’s secrets:

When I was 11, the city of Northern Beach started curbside recycling. The earth-conscious residents of the town no longer had to separate their plastic and paper and tin, then drive it to the large white bins near the library. After my mother’s nail snagged on the corner of the plastic, the curbside responsibility was passed to me.

On the first night of my duty, I discovered a secret. As I pulled the heavy square bin behind me, I heard the sound of rolling, then glass clinking beneath the flattened cereal boxes and newspapers. At the end of our two-car-length driveway at the curb beside the mailbox, the street light and crescent moon gave me just enough light. I moved the cardboard and paper back to see what made the sound. Wine bottles. A dozen or more. Maybe my mother had saved them up, I’d reasoned. Maybe she’d planned to do something with them and had them stashed away. I never saw her drink wine, although occasionally, I’d see a wine glass in the sink or drying on a countertop towel.

The next week, I figured the bin would be lighter. But it wasn’t. Each week at the mailbox, I’d get a sick feeling in my stomach as I pulled back the stuff on top. And there they were. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen wine bottles. The most was eighteen. I turned them over to read the labels: Pino Noir and Pino Grigio. Sauvignon Blanc, and Cabernet Sauvignon. And lots of Sangria. The yellow price stickers revealed my mother’s top criteria for her selections—nothing over $10.

Week after week, I’d drag that bright yellow bin to the curb, the bottles rolling around like bowling pins that had been knocked down.


What exciting story are you working on next?
I’m about one-third into my next novel, Among the Bones. Set in the Pacific Northwest, the story features a group of diverse residents in a wildly unusual community, all looking to escape something from their past. There’s a series of murders that simmer in the background of the story, but ultimately move to the forefront.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I wrote for a couple school newspapers, starting in grade school. I think the first time I saw my story in print, I knew I was a “real” writer. Although I’ve been blessed to work as a writer for most of my career, the title “author” eluded me until this year.

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
I worked full time while writing my first book, which was a challenge. I started the book during the last term of my MFA program at University of Tampa. My time in that program not only greatly improved my writing, but also helped me develop a dedicated writing schedule. Now I’m only working part-time, which gives me more time for the new novel. Since my “outside” work has also been as a writer, I sometimes found it hard to sit down and dedicate myself to creative work after I’d been writing all day at my job.

On the days that I’m writing, I get up early and work in a quiet space that I’ve set aside. On a good day, I’ll write for a full eight hours. On a day when the warm weather and sunshine is calling me outside, I’ll work for a minimum of three hours. I write most weekdays and sometimes on Saturday.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I have a couple of candles on my desk from my daughters—one labeled “rich coffee aroma” and the other “bookstore.” Even if I don’t light them, I’ll open the lid and sniff when I need a bit of inspiration! When I’m really stuck, I’ll take a short walk and send up a prayer. If the candle doesn’t work, the prayer always does!

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
For as long as I remember, I wanted to be a writer, so much so that when I was young, I asked Santa for a desk and a typewriter—which I received. I’ve always had an active imagination, always thinking—what if this situation had gone in another direction? My nightly dreams are colorful and vivid and I’m often jotting them down when I wake. I see those dreams as gifts from above.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
Like most authors whose books were recently published, I’ve had to switch gears. My marketing strategy was based mainly on events in New York City, Baltimore, and DC. I’ve had to transition quickly and have been so fortunate to receive support from others—especially bloggers (thank you, Lisa!). I’ve had reviewers suggest my book is a good fit for book clubs, and I’d love to provide discussion questions and “zoom in” to virtual meetings.

It’s a great time to read something new, and I’ve been opening myself to read new genres. I try to do my part by promoting the work of other authors on my FB page. It’s a big supportive community, and I’m glad to be a part of it!

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Thanks for being here today, Donna!

Tuesday, October 8, 2019

Interview with literary novelist Uday Mukerji


Today’s special guest is Uday Mukerji and we’re chatting about his new literary fiction Dead Man Dreaming.

Bio:
Uday Mukerji was born in India and had worked as a creative director in advertising agencies in Singapore for nearly twenty years. However, in 2009, he left his job to pursue a career in writing.

His first literary fiction, a 2017 Readers’ Favorite Award Winner, Love, Life, and Logic was published by Harvard Square Editions (NY) in November 2016.

His next book, Dead Man Dreaming, published by Adelaide Books, New York, came out in September 2019.

Welcome, Uday. Please tell us about your current release.
Dead Man Dreaming is a literary fiction about one man's fight against hereditary genetic diseases—from losing his girlfriend to finding love again—and how he overcomes his fear and frustrations and comes to terms with his own Huntington's disease.

The confirmation of HD brings the senior resident physician, David’s life to a halt. His three-year-old relationship with his girlfriend, Chloe also comes to an end. Yet, he refuses to give up; he dreams of finding a solution to prevent all hereditary genetic diseases. With his high school friend, Jessie, he starts an awareness campaign for Carrier Screening Tests for all before becoming a parent. The movement brings an overwhelming response, but not without condemnations. And through all that, David finds new love and new hope in life again.

It’s the journey of a desperate young man with a death sentence hanging over his head that makes this book inspiring and riveting.

What inspired you to write this book?
In 2016, Shivani Nazareth, a genetic counselor in New York, published a piece in US News: ‘Genetic testing before pregnancy should be as common as taking folic acid’. She wrote, while medical societies agree that preconception is the ideal time to offer carrier screening, a recent study showed that only 1 in 6 family physicians or OB/GYN providers offered carrier screening in preconception care. She also wrote that many parents learned they were carriers of rare diseases only after their child was born. 

My whole life I had believed that parenting was the hardest job in the universe. Her writing got me thinking, then, why the would-be parents weren’t doing their part before giving birth? I fully realized the challenges and the risk in taking the test, but I couldn’t help wondering—would a positive verdict be really the end of the world? Why do we make the innocent kids suffer? Was it the lack of information or something else?

And the answers to those questions and more inspired me to write Dead Man Dreaming


Excerpt from Dead Man Dreaming:

From Chapter 12

Two days later, when I came home from New York City, I realized something: some people in our lives always stand by us like a lighthouse, silently guiding us to the shore. My mother was that lighthouse in my life. Since we had landed on a Sunday afternoon, I had missed a pre-arranged breakfast with my mother that morning. It wasn’t the first time I had missed an appointment with my mother, but from the voicemail, this time, she sounded upset.
When I called her to apologize, she flared up. “Do you know I had already called you three times since this morning?” And before I could say anything in my defense, she continued. “You better come down now and have dinner here. I won’t have time to see you until next Sunday. And we’re already late.”
“Late for what, Mom? What’s so important that it can’t wait until next Sunday? I promise I’ll be there.”
“No, it can’t wait. Let me put it this way—we should’ve done it yesterday.”
I didn’t understand what she was talking about, but it seemed important to her, and I couldn’t ignore that. I pulled out my jacket and decided to walk over.
When my mother opened the door, she looked baffled. Seeing my jacket covered in snowflakes, she removed the small door screen and peeped out. Not seeing my car in the driveway, she asked, “Why didn’t you drive?”
“I wanted to walk back after dinner; I need the exercise since I missed my gym today.”
“It’s minus five degrees out there. Are you crazy or what?”
“It didn’t quite feel that way,” I tried to explain.
“Never mind. Get yourself a drink. Dinner will be ready in ten.” And she went into the kitchen.
“Do you want one?” I shouted from the living room.
“You go ahead. I’ve got a glass of wine.”
I had never been a regular drinker. I hesitated a couple of minutes in front of my mom’s liquor cabinet—a small table with a few glasses and a couple of wine bottles. She also had a bottle of whiskey and a cognac. I deliberated for a minute, then poured myself a cognac and followed my mother into the kitchen. I was curious to know what all the fuss was about.
“Tell me now what is so important that it couldn’t wait another week.” I sat on the long end of the kitchen counter.
“I need you to sign some papers. Anyway, dinner is ready. Let’s eat first.”
Towards the end of the dinner, she suddenly asked, “How is your new girlfriend?”
“What do you mean by new girlfriend? Are you talking about Jessie?”
“Yes, your cheerleader friend,” she clarified.
Given the latest series of complications, I would have hesitated to call Jessie my girlfriend anymore. In my book, girlfriends didn’t have husbands. So, what was she? Recently, I had been asking myself that question every day.
“She isn’t really my girlfriend.”
“Why? What happened?” she asked.
“Let it go, Ma. It’s complicated.” I tried to put a stop to that conversation.
“Life is complicated, David. You have to press on,” she said as she started clearing the table.
I got up and helped her clear the rest. I said, “I’m trying, Ma. I’ll tell you everything as soon as I sort things out in my head. Let’s sign those papers now.”
She pulled out two thick piles of papers. I had seen those before. In fact, I had seen them all my life, and those piles used to be thicker. First, it was my dad’s medical insurance file, and after my dad had passed away, my mother had created one for each of us.
“After your positive test for HD, I had to make changes in your policy. I need your signature.” My mom pushed a thick, gray-colored file toward me.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve had it done.”
“Don’t worry, it’s already done. Just sign…” Her voice choked, so she got up and left the room in a hurry.

----- The end of excerpt ----


What exciting story are you working on next?
I have just started writing another novel exploring—a metaphysical view on life—how everything isn’t like what it seems to be.


When did you first consider yourself a writer?
Frankly, I never thought I would be a writer. I had always been more of a reader. Although I didn’t major in literature, I always loved reading classics. Some of my all-time favorite books are Anna Karenina, Crime and Punishment, Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, The Castle, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, and The Outsider. I worked all my life in Advertising. But all that had suddenly changed a couple of years ago when I was vacationing in New Zealand. Throughout my whole life, one question had always haunted me: Why am I here? And during those few days, the peace and serenity all around amplified that voice in my head. But instead of jumping on to Google for an answer, I decided to dig deep inside and explore. Soon I started writing, and that’s how it all started in 2009.

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
I’m not exactly a full-time writer, but I usually write about three/fours in the morning and again two to three hours after lunch.


What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
Even when I am not using it, I still have to have the internet connection. Without it, I literally feel disconnected from everything, and my writing automatically comes to a grinding halt.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
As a child, I always wanted to be a pilot. I thought flying alongside the birds and the clouds would be fun. Then, I guess, like everything else, I also changed.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
The Big Bang Theory is my most favorite TV show. I love comedies. I wish I could make people laugh like that.

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