Wednesday, September 17, 2014

American Gothic House: It Was a Magical Four Years

(Scroll down for pictures of the interior of the house.)

After four magical years, I have moved out of the American Gothic House. When asked why, the easiest answer to give is that one can only live in a tourist attraction for so long. My friends and Facebook fans (follow me here) have responded that they can't believe I lasted as long as I did. Me either! When I rented the house I had asked for a three-month lease. The landlord said, no, one year or nothing. When I found out the rent was just $250 a month, the same amount I was paying for my storage unit in Portland, Oregon, I figured if I didn't like living there I could just use it as a place to store my stuff. But I did like it.

At first I saw the house as a quiet place to write -- and to continue my grieving process (over the loss of my husband, Marcus) in solitude. But I can only do quiet in small doses. No sooner did I move in I started making pies, and then opened the Pitchfork Pie Stand, which much to my surprise became wildly successful, and soon tourists were lining up in my living room to buy my butter-filled baked goods.

I did accomplish my original idea of using the house as a place to write. In fact, I wrote two books -- MAKING PIECE, my memoir about how pie helped heal my grief, and MS. AMERICAN PIE, a pie cookbook with essays about the myriad ways pie can make the world a better place. Both reached bestseller status on various lists.

People ask me if the American Gothic House is haunted. I always say if there are ghosts, they are friendly ones, muses who encourage creativity.

Living in a tourist attraction, you would think dealing with all those tourists would be annoying. The tourists were never annoying. They arrived excited, curious, often giddy. I could hear them laugh as they tried to strike the Grant Wood masterpiece painting pose, depicting the dour father-daughter duo holding the pitchfork. The tourists provided entertainment for me when I needed, and a connection to the outside world when I was craving one.

It was snakes, and not overly curious visitors pressing their face up to the glass for a peek inside, that rattled me most. There was the six-foot bull snake in my bathroom (whose fate I know) and the other six-foot snake in my laundry room (who slithered up into the heating ducts and whose whereabouts remain a mystery), and a sundry of other, smaller ones. There were mice on occasion (you can read THIS story about my crisis dealing with them.) There were infestations of Japanese beetles, disguised as innocent lady bugs until you felt them bite. Later came the swarms of box elder bugs. Thunderstorms were always scary, especially when sleeping so close to the roof, and the tornado warnings were terrifying, but luckily the house has a finished concrete basement for shelter. It seems nature was always trying to move in!

Country living was challenging enough. But living in the limelight became especially wearing. I could feel myself getting tired, keeping my curtains closed more often, and getting irritated more easily than usual by things like the noise of lawn mowers, the peering eyes of my nosy neighbors, and the visits from the sheriff announcing yet another complaint about my two little terriers being "at large." A friend told me a while ago, "Sometimes new stories require new houses." I pondered that idea -- and fought it -- for the past year until I finally realized I am ready -- moreover, I need -- a new story.

My four years in the American Gothic House could read like a novel. But who needs to write fiction when real life is infinity more interesting?! Instead, I'm spending this fall writing another memoir about my zany misadventures there. I'm staying in Iowa for now, on a friend's 1,200-acre farm -- that's 1,200 acres of pure privacy!

In the meantime, here is a look inside the house (pictures in no particular order). It's empty now. But a place as special as this will find someone new to look after it, and in turn there will be more stories to tell.
This was probably the dining room of the house back in the day. But fast-forward to the
21st century, it's wired for telephone, Internet and cable TV.  I used this room as my office,for pie classes, and as the pie stand grew I used it for pie production as well. 

These are the windows on the front side of the house, as seen from inside. It is outside
these windows where tourists pose day after day. Tourists of all ages, races, nationalities, etc. What fun to watch all the activity, the happiness, the smiling faces, the costumes, people posing with their cars, motorcycles, horses, sheep, goats, llamas, rock bands, you name it! It was never boring!

The living room sits empty now, but this was the site of the Pitchfork Pie Stand.
I made sure the pie crumbs were cleaned out from between the floorboards before I left.

This is the front door. I would let my dogs out every morning and  they would chase
the squirrels out of the yard. Over the past four years, a lot of good friends, family, pie customers and pie students came through that door. But think of all the people who have entered through this door since the house was built in 1882!

The view from the "other side" of the world famous Gothic window. Tourists never knew when I was behind it, hiding out, reading books in my bed. What a nice place to hide, it was!

The ceilings upstairs are so low I had to have my king-size mattress on the floor!
Friends called it "glorified camping." I called it "just right.

Forget having a walk-in closet. Just be glad you have ONE closet at all! This is one of the
reasons I pared down my wardrobe to just overalls and jeans. I did keep my Armani suit and a few gowns though. Just in case.

The Gothic window on the back side of the house swings down and sideways.
It's how the furniture is moved in and out of the upstairs
because the staircase is too narrow.

The upstairs is so sweet. Though as you can see, not for tall people.

Heading upstairs to bed, you're greeted by a second Gothic window.  But watch your head! The stairway is steep and the ceilings are low.

Thank you to GE Appliances for donating the fancy fridge and stove. I put both to
very good (and hard) use! That oven baked all my pies for the pie stand.
I hope it will see more pies in its future.

It's a small but mighty kitchen. I painted the cupboards red, which I LOVED.
And check out that gorgeous sink and faucet, donated by Kohler. What a
fantastic improvement this was to the house. Thank you again, Kohler!

Keep that kitchen curtain pulled or you will have curious tourists peering inside!

The world's smallest bathtub. But by god, I used it! Better than nothing.
It required doing yoga poses to get your torso wet.

The view from the loo. Keep the curtain open at your own risk.
You never know when a tourist might walk by!

This doorway saw a LOT of traffic during my stay.
We shuttled hundreds of pies from the kitchen to the living room for the pie stand.
The wall on the right is where I had my kitchen table, where I made pies, drank
wine with friends (and martinis with my dad), and wrote BOTH of my books.

The American Gothic House from the back side. It's just as cute.
And most people don't know it has a matching Gothic window on the back.

I would leave the lights on when walking my dogs at night.
That way, I could look back and admire the beauty of my little cottage.

I heard so many people say, "These stairs remind me of my grandma's house."
Beware, they're charming but dangerous to navigate when you're sleepy.
And NEVER wear socks or you will slip!

A bittersweet sign. The pie stand was SO MUCH WORK, but I met
so many amazing and nice people because of it. I kept the sign as a souvenir.

Well, what it says is true! The neighbors -- AKA: The Binoculars -- keep a very close eye on the activities at the AG House. They are the quintessential Kravitz characters from the old TV show "Bewitched." I didn't actually leave the sign behind, but the picture of it alone makes the point.

This was a "gift" from my friend/coworker LeAnn. I never did use it but I made
sure to leave it for the house's next occupant. It's the least I could do! For more about my
snake adventures, read my blog post, "Wayward Reptiles in the American Gothic House." It's a good one. 

Sunday, August 17, 2014

An Ode to My Four Years in Iowa (AViD Speech, 12 August 2014)

Four years ago almost to the day I arrived in Des Moines Iowa for the first time in 30 years.

I was born and raised in Iowa. I was born in Ottumwa and lived there until I was 12. Then we moved to Davenport where I graduated early from high school at 17 and announced that I was never coming back.

I went to college in Olympia, Washington, and went on to have a zillion different careers — coffee entrepreneur, public relations, journalism writing for magazines, web producer. My jobs took me all over the world but never back to Iowa.

Four years ago — August 2010 — was the one year anniversary of my husband Marcus’s sudden and unexpected death. He died of a ruptured aorta. He was 43. I gave myself one year to grieve. I was living in Portland Oregon. When that year was up I decided I needed to be somewhere else, somewhere grounding and nurturing on the one-year anniversary of his death. There was only one place I wanted to be. And that was Iowa. I had childhood memories of summer — the smell of freshly cut grass, the sight of puffy white clouds against an expansive blue sky, and the feel of how the humidity warms the bones. Oregon summers were too cold and rainy for me.

I would go to Iowa, I had determined, but what would I do?  Well, the one-year anniversary of my husband’s death happened to coincide with the Iowa State fair. And the Iowa State fair is synonymous with pie. I don’t know about the pie competition specifically, but the food competition at the Iowa State fair is the biggest of all state fairs. I volunteered to be a pie judge.

I had long been involved in pie and it featured prominently in my life. I always tell the story that I was born because of pie. How when my mom and dad were dating in Milwaukee Wisconsin my mom knew that my dad's favorite pie with banana cream. So she invited him over for dinner one night. Though in Iowa it's not called dinner, it's called supper. I learned that the hard way. Anyway, my mom invited my dad over for supper and she made him tuna casserole, Jell-O salad, and a homemade banana cream pie. That pie prompted him to propose to her. My parents are here tonight by the way. They are still married. And my mom still makes my dad banana cream pie. And that tells you something that the power of pie.

I didn’t learn to make pie from my mom. I learned when I was 17 and on a bicycle trip down the West coast.  My biking friend and I came upon what appeared to be an abandoned orchard somewhere on the Olympic Peninsula and stopped to help ourselves to a free snack. An old man stormed out of the house and after he got done yelling at us realized we were just nice kids from Iowa. Turns out he was a retired pastry chef from the Merchant Marines. He invited us into his house and taught us how to make apple pie.

I made many pies after that — not all of them good. My crust was practically inedible it was so hard. I was guilty of overworking the dough. But I still managed to impress prospective husbands.

I had a dot com job in 1999 and 2000, where I worked 16-hour days in front of a computer. It was this job that inadvertently turned me into a full-time pie baker. I got up the courage to quit my six-figure job and told my bosses I wanted to go do something with my hands, that I wanted to engage my senses, that I wanted to make pie. And that’s what I did. I moved from San Francisco back to Los Angeles and got a job at a gourmet take out called Mary's Kitchen.

I had heard about Mary’s, located in Malibu. It was new and it was supposed to have great pie.  I went there to check it out and they didn’t have any pie. I asked why and they said “We’re too busy to make any.”  So I said — I blurted out — “I’ll make it for you.”  And they asked, “Well, what are your qualifications.” And I said, “I’m from Iowa.” And I got hired. I worked there for a year and learned to make all kinds of pies. But apparently I still hadn’t gotten the knack of the seduction pie because for all the pies I made for Robert Downey Jr.  he still didn’t ask me out on a date.  Could have been because he was in rehab at the time.

It was during my pie baking job in Malibu when I met Marcus. I made him a pie — a pie that prompted him to propose me to — it was apple — and we got married. We lived in Germany, Portland, Mexico, and then he died. We were married six years.

So after that year of grieving, after taking the road trip from Portland to Iowa,  after the state fair that August of 2010 — after judging something like 17 different categories of pie and eating hundreds of bites of pie — and sorry to say, not all of it was good pie —I drove 90 miles southeast of Des Moines down to my birthplace of Ottumwa. I figured I wasn’t going to be back in Iowa again anytime soon — if ever — so I should go see all my old childhood haunts.

I drove all over Ottumwa, emailing pictures from my phone to my family as I navigated the town. And then I got back on the highway — the FOUR LANE as they so proudly call it— and was on my way to Davenport to see our other family homes, as well as my high school, the one I got kicked out of — and then I saw a road sign.  It said “AMERICAN GOTHIC HOUSE, 6 MILES.”  I had no idea the house was there — just 15 miles from my birthplace. Of course I had heard of it. And I knew the famous painting of the couple with the pitchfork — I even knew the painting was by Norman Rockwell.

[I had to pause here for the uproarious laughter.]

And, yes, I know -- now -- that the painting is by Grant Wood.

I pulled into the visitor center parking lot and it was love at first sight. The little white house was recognizable in an instant. It looked exactly like in the painting, with the famous Gothic window. It looked really small. Like a doll house. Built on a movie set. I loved not just the house but all the open land surrounding it, a green park-like setting. I went into the museum and learned that the house was a rental — and  looking at the museum timeline saw that the last tenant had been there two years previously. I started asking questions. I got the phone number for the landlord — the house is owned by the State Historical Society of Iowa — and two weeks later I moved in.

I thought I would live in the house for maybe three months. But that detour, that fork on the road, has lasted four years.

I spent the first few months — after scrubbing the house to the bone — it hadn’t been lived in in over two years and the spiders and mice had moved in — making pie. I opened the Pitchfork Pie Stand as a fluke, a little side job to keep me busy and help me engage not only with the tourists but the community. I never expected to stay for the winter — I thought I would visit my parents in Southern California — but I survived the subzero temps and the deep snow. Even without winter tires on my Mini Cooper. Of course I learned my lesson and have a set of winter tires now.  Mainly, I spent the first winter writing my memoir, "Making Piece." I sat at my kitchen table wearing my fleece pants and Ugg boots, drinking lattes, and writing writing writing. I am always amazed that I possess such discipline. It’s true what they say, if you want to write a book, you have to be able to keep your butt in the chair.

I continued running the Pitchfork Pie Stand, but only in the summers. I did it for the next four summers, including the first half of this one. And it grew and grew and grew — until it outgrew my tiny little kitchen in my tiny little house.

It grew past my ability to haul 50-pound bags of flour and sugar, and hundreds of pounds of apples, peaches, strawberries, and the like.

It grew beyond the capacity of table space. I sacrificed both my living room and my office for the pie stand. We pushed furniture against the walls to make space for the folding tables where we could roll dough and assemble pies.

I moved my oven to the back porch to make more space in the kitchen, and to keep the house from getting too hot from all that oven heat.

The pie stand grew too big for the customers, who lined up out the door and all the way down the sidewalk.

And it grew beyond my ability to be NICE. I was so exhausted and stressed trying to get all those pies made — over a hundred pies, weekend after weekend — that I finally decided I just couldn’t do it anymore.

A lot of people have been disappointed about this. My buttery good pie had turned the American Gothic House into a popular destination for pie lovers. Too popular.  But fear not, I say! I wrote a second book — this time a cookbook, called "Ms. American Pie" — and in it are all the recipes from my pie stand and more. So you can make your own.  Or as I have been known to say, “Make your own damn pie.” I even had t-shirts made that say this. Much to my mother’s disapproval.

In fact there are recipes in the book from the Iowa State Fair — from bakers whose pies I had tasted when I was a pie judge four years ago.  Pies by blue ribbon winners like Kathleen Beebout and Lana Ross. There is even a whole chapter called “Pies to Compete in the Iowa State Fair.” Bringing life around full circle, we are sponsoring a pie contest tomorrow at the state fair — it’s at 2PM in the Elwell Family Food Center — and contestants have to make a pie from the state fair chapter of my cookbook.

But in the cookbook there are also other chapters — like 100 Reasons not to open a Pie Stand (just kidding), Pies to Seduce — starring my mom’s banana cream pie recipe — and Pies to Heal.

I got an email last night from a Facebook follower who asked me “What kind of pie should I make to honor Robin Williams? I am feeling so sad.” I didn’t really know what to say — even though I wrote an entire memoir about this subject and several essays in my cookbook. I finally told her apple. I like making apple pie because having to peel and slice the apples slows me down and I find the process meditative and soothing. I told her that when Nora Ephron died I was sad about the world losing such a great talent. So I made an apple pie and cut out extra dough to add her initials on top. Making that pie did provide solace and it did make me feel like I was honoring her and I highly recommend doing this and then sharing it with someone. Because there’s not just comfort in pie, but comfort in community.

It doesn’t matter what kind of pie you make — and whether that pie is to heal or comfort or say thank you or seduce or to compete in a state fair. The point is that there is value in making your own pie, in taking the time to create something from scratch, using your own hands, putting your heart and soul into your work, sending loving thoughts into that pie for the person you’re making it for.

In a few days it will be the five-year anniversary of my husband’s death. I am still here in Iowa. I am still appreciating the smell of the freshly cut grass and the huge blue sky dotted with puffy white clouds.  I am still soothed by how the humidity warms my bones.

I am not grieving the way I was when I arrived back here four years ago. I have come a very long way in my journey. I spent more nights than I care to think about bawling my eyes out in my bed — my bed that sits directly behind the lace curtain that covers that famous Gothic window. But the peace and quiet that house offered me for writing — and the appreciative pie-loving visitors it offered me during my pie stand seasons — have been an ideal combination to help me get my balance back. My heart will never be completely healed but I’ve learned a hugely important lesson — that giving of yourself to make others feel better in turn makes you feel better. And when pie is part of that giving, well, it’s guaranteed to make everyone feel especially good.

Monday, July 7, 2014

The Adventures of The Pie Lady -- A Cartoon Strip by Dave Pittman

Artists give the BEST birthday presents ever. This cartoon strip is by the brilliantly talented Dave Pittman. He captured every single detail so perfectly -- down to Daisy's hair, the Mini Cooper loaded to the max, Jack hogging the front seat, The Binoculars, the snake (he's there twice, can you find him?), my "creative use of language," and more. I'm hoping I don't have to wait for another birthday for the next installment. Seriously, drawing a picture and giving it as a gift brings even more happiness than a homemade pie! And it lasts a lot longer. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Dave.

Monday, April 21, 2014

RV Book Tour So Far -- Phoenix to Austin

Nancy plans to get an RV of her own
so this is good practice!
I am sitting in the back of the RV while my friend from Dallas, Nancy Moffat, is driving. What a luxury! Not to mention, she is a superb driver which is why I feel relaxed enough to hang out in the back and write (and not be a backseat driver!)

I am on Day 8 of the RV Book Tour for my new cookbook, “Ms. American Pie.” While I technically started the book tour in San Francisco at Omnivore Books on Friday, April 11, I didn’t set out in the RV until last Monday, as the RV was parked in Pasadena. My first stop on the cross-country route — heading from California back to the American Gothic House in Iowa — was Phoenix, where we first parked at the downtown “hacienda” of Christina Fitzgerald.

Christina was featured in my memoir, “Making Piece,” as I wrote about how I spent the first New Year’s Eve after Marcus died. Getting through those first holidays was a challenge, but as Christina is a widow herself, her sweet company and her gorgeous, art-filled house made it not only bearable but fun. I was so glad to see her again, four years later. Her hospitality and house were as wonderful as ever.

Our beautiful pie class host, Lorrie Rockwell (right)
I had two TV appearances and a pie class to teach my first day in Phoenix. The class was a special one in that a longtime Facebook fan, Lorrie Rockwell, offered the kitchen space in the Hospice Center where she works. Two ovens and six tables provided the perfect venue. But the evening wasn’t really about the pie. It never is. It was about the fellowship and new friends that came out of the experience. Besides Lorrie, who was so gracious and welcoming (and pretty!), there were two women I met on RAGBRAI last summer. I had escaped from my pie stand responsibilities for two days last July to join in the “Register’s Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa.” While pedaling along with the tens of thousands of other cyclists I rode behind a woman, a strong rider, who every time she came upon those grooves in the pavement that warn drivers of a stop sign, she called out to those behind her, “RUMBLE STRIPS!!!!” I ran into her at a roadside watermelon stand later and I recognized her. “Oh, hi. I know you. You’re Rumble Strips,” I teased. We struck up a conversation — her name is Candace — and then met her friend Martha who she was with. I learned they were from Phoenix. We traded contact info and when I knew I was going to be in Phoenix on my book tour I invited Candace and Martha to come to the class. And they did. What a surprising and special connection!

Candace "Rumble Strips" to my left and Martha Baker to my right.

Also at the class were the two sisters of my best friend in the universe, Nan. Nan and I grew up in Iowa and have been friends since age 12. Nan lives in NYC, but her sisters, Chris and Kathy live in Making Piece,” I wrote about staying at Kathy’s five-star hotel — I mean, house — and how I parked the RV in its circular driveway overlooking the desert landscape (more green than brown in this area) and the distant city lights. It was so luxurious the first time, I was happy to return. This time Kathy and her husband Chuck were home. And this time the RV sat in her driveway emblazoned with decals reading “Pie Across the Nation.” “The neighbors are all going to come over asking for pie,” Kathy said.
Chris and Kathy, from Iowa but living in Phoenix
Phoenix. Kathy lives in Paradise Valley with a view of the famous Camelback rock formation. In “

Nancy, who is still driving as I write this, had flown to Phoenix to join me on the book tour until Dallas. She stayed with me at Kathy and Chuck’s and among every other detail that needs attending to while driving cross country on a book tour (walking & feeding Team Terrier, washing dishes, pumping gas), she helped me make pies for the bookstore event I was doing at Changing Hands. We tried not to make too much of a mess in Kathy’s kitchen and while the pies were baking in the oven, we dipped in and out of the infinity pool. Oh yes, life on the road can be very, very good!

Such a FUN evening! Bonus: everyone learned how to make pie while eating pie.
Changing Hands is a big, bountiful and successful independent bookstore in Tempe. It’s one of those bookstores that does such a good job with their book displays (and gift displays) that you want to buy everything! I was warmly greeted by Cindy Dach (who has been very busy lately preparing to open their second location) and Eddie, who was my host for the event. We served free pie — as I do at all my events — and included in the pie offerings were Candace’s and Kathy’s apple pies from the previous night’s class. (Thank you both! Your pies were not only appreciated, they were devoured!) I had a packed audience (I love having all that energy in the room) and sold out of books (such a good problem for an author to have!) I also had some surprise visitors — some long-lost relatives. My dad’s cousin, Delores, and her two daughters were there. Bright and beaming people, I wished I had time to spend with them and get to know them. But such is the nature of a book tour. I had a long line of people waiting for their books to be signed, and then one is always rushing to the next stop.

That next stop was Albuquerque, New Mexico. I’ve never been to Albuquerque and all I knew about it was that we should at least see Old Town. So we took the designated exit off of I-40, drove a few blocks, and parked on a quiet section of Rio Grande Street where it dead-ends at a golf course. The beauty of traveling in an RV is that you are self-contained. You can run your interior lights off a battery, your refrigerator off propane, and you have your bed in the back, so you can park anywhere (where it’s allowed) and sleep for the night. We had pulled up across from a bed & breakfast and in front of a tidy brick house where a man was standing out in his driveway. Rather safe than sorry, I approached the man and asked if it was okay to park there overnight. After he said yes, I said, “Oh, and do you know where we can get a good margarita?”

My dogs were standing there with me and his dog was inside barking so he said, “Let me have my wife bring our dog out.” That’s how we met Bob, Dorothy, and their dog Weston. Dorothy came out to the RV the next morning and asked if we needed anything, if we needed to use the bathroom, or needed her to direct us to the TV station where I was going to talk about my book. She was so nice, so friendly, so much fun to talk to, we brought her with us to the TV station, had lunch with her afterward (she knew of a good place called Flying Star CafĂ© — and it was good!), walked the dogs with her in the afternoon, brought her with us to the evening bookstore event I did at Bookworks, and had a post-event drink with her before calling it a day. It felt like we had known her forever and that she was an integral part of Team Pie. We wanted to kidnap her and bring her with us.
Dorothy and me -- and the RV. I still think I might go back and kidnap her.

While it’s hard to leave each place, and even harder to say goodbye to old — and new — friends, there is always something exciting just down the road. We are about to arrive in Austin (I’m doing a pie demo and book signing tonight at Barnes & Noble) and we will then be off to Dallas tomorrow (where I will have to say goodbye to Nancy as it’s home for her). After Dallas, I go to McKinney, Texas (come see me at Kitchenwares on the Square, 6pm, Saturday, April 26) and Kansas City (come see me on Monday, April 28 at the Louisburg Library), and finally, I will be home the first of May after being away for 7 long but warm, sunny and action-packed months.

Let the adventures — and the encounters with such lovely, giving, interesting people — continue!

Friday, April 18, 2014

My Cookbook is Alive and Doing Well!

I'm so happy (and relieved) that my second book is finally out (no more "Gulp" stage, phew!) Not only that, I am getting such a positive response to it. It's debuting at #2 on the bestseller list of pie books -- and it's only been out 2 days!

"It's so pretty," is what I'm hearing. 

"I can't wait to try the recipes." 

"You have given me the confidence to try making a pie." 

"I love the stories."

"I stayed up and read it cover to cover."

I love that one reviewer said "Howard's on a mission to 'take the fear out of making pie' with no-fuss tips and cheeky writing. It's like having your sassy best friend who is also an accomplished baker teach you everything you need to know about pie." Yes! She really got it!

Here is a sampling of reviews: 

The Good Cook

The Good Cook (Q&A)

Chow Bella Phoenix (Review)

Chow Bella Phoenix (Beth's Pie Tips)

(Feel free to post your own on AmazonGoodReads and anywhere else)

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The Gulp: Waiting for my Cookbook to Launch

My cookbook, "Ms. American Pie: Buttery Good Pie Recipes and Bold Tales from the American Gothic House," comes out in just a few weeks. I got the book deal exactly one year ago and started writing it last April. I worked on the recipes all summer. I did the photo shoot in June and July. For the shoot, I made 35 different kinds of pies in 2 days! And they had to look good enough for the camera. No pressure there. Sheesh. (Note, I say "good enough" because remember: Pie is not about perfection.) I did the editing and proofreading off and on throughout the fall into early January. The manuscript made the rounds through the publisher's editorial and art teams and came back to me several times with questions and tweaks. By the end of January the color proofs were approved and sent off to the printer. The book was printed in February, in China, and now thousands of copies of it are making their way across the seas in a shipping container. (A few advance copies were flown over, as you read in my post about receiving the FedEx delivery.) And finally, after all that, it will be ready for distribution and placed in stores in April.

What a long and crazy year it's been.

Ironically, this period right now, just a few weeks shy of my book's arrival, feels like the hardest part of the whole process. Yes, I am busy working on getting the book tour scheduled and doing publicity, but the fact is, the book is still "out there" somewhere in some nebulous space. There is this emptiness, this no man's land, this "in between." There is the unknowing of how it will be received, and thus the anticipation, the nerves, the impatience. And yes, the fear.

But I found something to help get me through this final stretch.

I just bought my artist boyfriend two books. One I had read before -- I discovered it two years ago when I was doing my book tour for "Making Piece." I was in Austin, Texas at Bookpeople and as a courtesy for my event they offered me a discount in the store. The clerk recommended a new release by a local author named Austin Kleon and his book was called "Steal Like an Artist." It was one of those hand-written, sketch/doodle books full of quotes and inspiration. It reminded me of a younger, hipper, male version of one of my favorite authors on creativity, SARK. Her book, "Inspiration Sandwich," is one of my all-time favorites.

A page from "Steal Like an Artist."
In "Steal Like an Artist" I loved Kleon's suggestions and encouragement to emulate those whose work you admire. And if possible, hang out with them. Like the page from his book (pictured above) says, "Stand next to the talent." It reminded me of my dad's best and wisest advice from my childhood: "Surround yourself with positive people." My dad also said, "The surest way to unhappiness is to compare yourself to others." So yeah, stand next to the talent but don't compare yourself to them. Don't be them, be yourself.

Kleon's second book just came out this month. It's called "Show Your Work," and it's as good as the first. (Okay, so I bought this as a gift for my boyfriend, but he didn't mind letting me read it before him.) A lot of the content wasn't new to me as I already practice a lot of what he preaches: make friends online but meet them in person, give credit to the people you quote (yes, thank you, Mr. Kleon), start a blog, build a website, and don't let public opinion (like mean-spirited comments on your blog or Facebook page) get you down -- in fact, just delete them! Which reminds me of another nugget of wisdom from my dad. When I was in 5th grade and came home in tears after an unwarranted reprimand from my teacher, he said, "You don't have to listen to everyone. Pretend to listen if you have to, but tune out the negative stuff."

I loved "Show Your Work," but it wasn't until I got to the "Behind the Scenes" section at the very end that I experienced my "Aha!" moment. Here, Kleon outlined his creative process and showed some "outtakes." He describes something Jonathan Lethem said (remember: give credit to the people you quote) and it resonated with me. Deeply. Not only that, it helped. It gave me comfort. Relief. Inner peace. Someone had perfectly and precisely described what I've been feeling these past two months. He even had a name for it: The Gulp.

From Austin Kleon's "Show Your Work." Buy it! It's so worth it!

In case you can't read the words in the photo, here's what it says:
"There's a period of time, according to Jonathan Lethem, a place after you've finished something and before you've published it, in which it no longer belongs to you, but it doesn't belong to the audience yet either. He calls this 'The Gulp.' It's an unsettling place."
Getting a book published is so different from writing a blog. With a blog, you get instant gratification and the satisfaction that comes from getting published with one self-controlled push of a button. A book is a long process and a collaborative effort. It's tangible and tactile. You can hold it your hands, turn the pages, feel their smoothness, admire their color. It's more permanent. And more susceptible to criticism. A book requires determination first to sell it, then discipline to write it, patience and faith to give birth to it, and finally, trust that once it goes out into the world the audience will love your baby as much as you do. This last phase is unsettling indeed!

In the end, are all the long hours -- and, in my case, oven burns -- worth it? Yes. I just hope you think so too. But like me, you'll have to wait a few more weeks. Welcome to The Gulp.

NOTE: Austin Kleon is on his book tour the same time as I'm on mine. (Here is the link to my tour schedule.) He is appearing at Changing Hands Bookstore in Tempe, Arizona on April 17, the night after I'm there. I was hoping to stay an extra night and catch him -- meet him in person as he encourages in "Show Your Work" -- but I have to be in Albuquerque and the RV doesn't go very fast.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Pi Day Giveaway! Win a Copy of my Cookbook

It's National Pi Day (3.14)! Let's celebrate the infinite ways that pie can make the world a better place.

For starters, WIN A COPY OF "MS. AMERICAN PIE." My new cookbook will be in stores April 15, but you can get it sooner and for free by entering to win! Also included is a copy of the new movie "Veronica Mars" on Blu-Ray DVD and a bag of marshmallows. The marshmallows may be a Veronica Mars thing, but you can use them for the S'more Pie recipe in my book. a Rafflecopter giveaway
If you don't win...well, you can always buy the book.
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