Get Paid to Exercise

The beauty of being a writer is that you get paid for doing what you love to do… well, not much and maybe, but sometimes! Yes, I love to write and some day I’ll get paid for my novels and short stories, but I also love to walk in the woods, communing with nature. So, I’ve thought of a way to combine the two.

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I write articles for a local monthly news magazine, Schoolhouse Life, which features human interest stories. My walks in the woods become opportunities to seek out fellow nature lovers and interview them. I call the column, People on the Path.

DSCF4045I am amazed how easy it is to introduce myself, take their picture, and get them to tell me about why they love being out in nature. I almost passed by  two teenage boys today, thinking they’d sneer or balk. Not at all. In fact one of them was quite a ham. 

It’s like getting paid $25 to get my exercise. Woohoo!     No excuses now.

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A Walk in the Woods

Wild Strawberries

Wild Strawberries

Early June sunshine and pleasant temperatures brought people out to the Hickory Creek forest preserve walking path. Many bicyclists zoomed past and didn’t stop to chat or sample the strawberries just beginning to ripen in the sunny fields. Dog walkers and joggers nodded or smiled, but didn’t stop either. Everyone had their their job to do, I guess.

My job was to stop to smell the roses––and the goatsbeard, and the oxeye daisies, which I just learned, are in the chrysanthemum family. The open fields were littered with unidentified yellow flowers–DYCs, a friend calls them– “damn yellow composites”.  The most striking plant I found is the Great Agelica which can grow up to nine feet tall.

Oxeye Daisies

Oxeye Daisies

Goatsbeard

Goatsbeard

As beautiful and relaxing as my walk in the woods was, I went home to find equal beauty . . . my grandmother’s peonies. She died in 1952 and my sisters and I have propagated and loved her favorite flower ever since.
Peonies

Peonies

Great Angelica

Great Angelica

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How to Prepare for an Authors’ Panel

I thought I’d be more nervous and get all tongue tied for my first speaking engagement, but I did okay. Our critique group, Southland Scribes, was invited by Oak Forest’s Acorn Library to speak about our books and the writing process. My first book, Rim to Rim, will launch later this year, so I figured I’d better get this marketing thing under my belt.

Helen and Sherry

Helen and Sherry

Appoint a Moderator  -

To prepare for our debut authors’ panel, Murder and Mayhem, our seven members appointed the very talkative Helen Osterman, author of a the Emma Winberry series, as moderator. She “interviewed” each of us and kept the conversation going.

Know Your Topic  – Prior to the event, we suggested questions to Helen for the panel discussion. I thought about my answers in advance, but planned to wing it and be conversational. I rehearsed only the all-important elevator pitch and jotted down prompts, so I could nail it. Here it is:  After her husband served her with divorce papers for her fiftieth birthday, Amy Warren tried to rebuild her self-esteem by backpacking across the Grand Canyon. She expected the trip to be difficult: heat, elevation, rattlesnakes . . . but spending the night trapped on a ledge with a murderous drug dealer came as a surprise.

Make it an Event  – Send out invitations and reminders and post on the social networks. Excite the audience by being excited yourself. Be happy. Laugh. Feed them. Lydia Ponszak, author of Who’s After Samantha?, arranged for coffee and goodies to be served. Welcome the audience at the door individually. Be a hostess.

Me and Cheryl

Me and Cheryl

Dress for Success  – If you look good, you’ll be more comfortable on display. Choose an outfit one step up from your norm. My 28 years in business taught me that a salesperson should show their clients respect by dressing at least to the level of the customer . . . to sell to a banker, wear a suit. Sherry Scarpaci, author of Lullaby, wore a little black dress and looked terrific.

Bring your Books to Sell - Our lively discussion went over the allotted two-hour time, but nobody left. The twenty-four members of the audience had been turned into motivated buyers. They wanted to see, feel, and buy our books. Sherry, Helen, and Lydia all sold books. Ryan O’Reilly, author of Scavengers and other short stories, only sells in the e-book format, but did a great job of promoting his work available on Amazon. Alas, my Rim to Rim is still at the editor, so I “sold” my website and blog.

My new card and display material

My new card and display material

Visual Aids  – Lydia set up a display table for our books, bookmarks, and posters. I printed tent cards to place in front of each speaker with their name and book title. I also set up my laptop with a slide show of photos from the Grand Canyon, hoping the audience will remember Rim to Rim once it gets published. Two weeks ago I put in a rush order for business cards featuring my new domain name and a cool photo from the canyon. The other authors had bookmarks to distribute and little tripods to prop up their books.

Speak up. Put Yourself Out There   No one can market you better than you. Force yourself to talk about your book. Start conversations with your potential readers. Shake their hands. Tell about your characters. Push your business card or a bookmark on them. Ask them what they like to read.

Helen is an excellent promoter. No matter the topic she links it to one of her books and endears herself to the audience with her laugh and humorous stories. Remember, the audience wants to be your friend and, of course, speak loud enough so the person in the back row can hear you. Expand your network by asking attendees to put their name and e-mail address on a list at the door. Use that info to notify your new fans of book launches and up-coming events.

Give Away Something of Value

Everyone loves getting something for free, so each of our authors donated a book for a raffle. The audience participated enthusiastically. Lydia asked a young boy to pull the names, and he gave us a laugh when he picked his own name first.

Sherry and Ryan

Sherry and Ryan

Ryan announced that his latest story, Overtime in the Woods, was available for free on Amazon for a short time. He is building his name recognition and sells other titles after giving one for free. I’m going to follow his model.

Attendance to the panel discussion was free, but most importantly we geared the event to give the audience value. Many were aspiring writers, so we gave them information, contacts, and the benefits of our experiences. For example, Helen and I just learned how to use QR codes and passed that knowledge along. Selling books happened as a sideline.

I loved my first speaking engagement and came home invigorated and ready to write another novel.

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Wild Food – Ramps. What’s a Ramp?

In early April the woods behind my house look dead and hopeless. I wait for the day when a patch of brave lime-green leaves poke through the damp forest floor to signal life amid the ugliness. I thought perhaps they were a non-flowering variety of lily-of-the-valley until a fellow hiker on Manitou Island pointed out the same plant there had onion-like roots.

DSCF3856The next spring I watched for the bright leaves and grabbed a sharp trowel. One must dig deep, four or five inches, to unearth the bulbs, taking care not to sever the stems. They have strong onion smell, but before I ate one, I searched the internet for information.

They’re called ramps. Look for shiny elongated leaves, about nine inches long. Thin, reddish stems lead below ground another few inches to the white bulbs.

This year, after my successful asparagus hunt, I was on a roll. With the identification of the ramps certain, I dug up a few and showed them off to my visiting family. My nature-loving sister and her biology professor husband were thrilled to learn about ramps, so we dug for more, taste-tested, and served them up. DSCF3857

We chopped raw ramps for salad and enjoyed the onion/garlic, slightly earthly flavor. I thought a little went a long way, but then got more adventuresome. Ramps added an interesting boost to marinara sauce. Sauteed ramps gave a smooth onion flavor to an asparagus, goat cheese omelette.

It’s late May now, and the ramps leaves are still out there, but hidden among solomon seal, trillium, and mayapple. The leaves are a bit limp and yellow, but the bulbs still  look and smell fresh.

DSCF3852Trail Recipe:  Ramped up Tuna

1  2.6 oz. pouch of tuna

2  packets of mayonnaise

1  small ramp, minced

1-2  TBL  minced walnuts

1  stalk of celery, diced

1  pinch of basil, more if fresh, add salt and pepper to taste

Mix seasonings and walnuts in a baggie at home. Dice ramp and celery on trail. Stir it all into the tuna pouch and spoon into scoop-style taco chips. Serves 1. Enjoy.

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Wild Food – Morel Mushrooms

I’ve detested mushrooms all my life and cringe at the memory of the slimy buttons in chop suey.

DSCF3735That is until two years ago when I fell in love with morels. On a backpacking trip to Deem Wilderness in southern Indiana, Doc, a fellow hiker spotted a few of the honeycombed fungi at the base of a tree. He insisted they were delicious and crouched over a camp fire in the rain to saute the mushrooms in olive oil. He offered everyone a sampling. Because the man is a doctor and an experienced woodsman, I pushed away my fear of poisoning, and popped a bit in my mouth.

 

I don’t care a whit about food, except that it stops me from being hungry. That bite of morel, however, was delectable. Thinking of that first bite, makes my nostrils flare and I breathe deep, trying to recall the wonderful flavor. I’ve searched for morels ever since.

In early May this year during a backpacking trip to Hoosier National Forest, I didn’t hold much hope of finding the elusive mushrooms because the peak time had passed. Still, for three days as we hiked, I scanned the trail sides beneath old trees for the unique shape of the morel and encouraged the rest of the group to keep a sharp eye. No luck. DSCF3761

On the last day back in camp just before dinner, Debra surprised me with a single morel. She had noticed it behind her tent. I grabbed a plastic bag and jumped up to follow her with a search party to the shaded creekside. I spotted only one morel, but two of the women had the eye for mushrooms and filled my bag.

DSCF3760Anne and I brushed dirt from the mushrooms, sliced them in two and then dredged them in Fry Magic before sauteing them to a golden brown in olive oil. I insisted that we try a few without Fry Magic, but the coating added a wonderful crispiness.

 

Some of the group feared mushroom poisoning, as any logical person might. I tried to allay the fears by saying that nothing looks like the unique, honeycombed morel. Those who dared to taste the morels were hooked and wanted more.

Next year we’ll all descend on Hoosier armed with Fry Magic and olive oil and keep our eyes peeled for the once-a-year (if we’re lucky) delicacy.

 

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