Last year I attended a conference full of amazingly talented women. It was there that I met Reba Birmingham, author of Floodlight and Words on a Plate. Her gentle aura and genuine respect for our craft drew me to her, and by the end of our time in PA I considered her my friend. This year we cannot gather at a conference or celebrate Pride in a large group of connected friends and strangers, but we can celebrate those who have meaning in our lives. Today, I celebrate Reba.
Thank you for taking the time to answer some questions for us! To start, introduce yourself to us in whatever way feels most comfortable to you.
I am a Native Californian, and live 15 miles from my birthplace. My parents were from the South, so I have always felt an affinity for the Southern culture. My wife was born in Chatanooga, and encourages my writing. “Do you have something to read to me?” She often says upon waking. We are both attorneys.
If you could live anywhere on this planet, and take everything that you love with you, where would you choose to live?
I’m torn between Costa Rica, the Pacific Northwest and an old house with land in the Southern U.S.
Well, you know I would vote for the southern U. S., but Costa Rica is a great, too. Speaking about places to live, you have two books out in a series that deal with the mingling of our world and the fairy world, an intertwining of ordinary and magical. Tell us about Floodlight and Words on A Plate. How did you come to write them? Why a series?
My friend Jennifer withdrew and I was trying to coax her out of isolation. I wrote the opening to Floodlight which involves a restaurant, Utopia, we all once enjoyed (She with her wife, me with mine). She sent back two words by email. “More story.” So I kept feeding that until the characters started talking to me nonstop. Eventually, it felt they were busy even when I was away. Jennifer still has an Emily Dickinson quality to her, frail and otherworldly muse.
I have heard that readers like things in threes.
Will there be a third in the series?
Yes, “The Wolf You Feed” has been written and is going through the first round of “content” editing. This process has been slowed considerably by the pandemic.
Great title! You write fantasy. What kind of research does this genre demand, and how long do you spend researching before beginning a book?
I Google. I read Popul Vuh, the origin story for Mayans (much like the Adam and Eve myth but theirs) for the second book, which involves a Jungle trek in Peru, the rest is pretty much what I see swirling around me in Southern California.
Speaking of research, what are you working on now?
I can’t tell you the title, because it is so good I might trademark it! It is a new story about a woman who has a special ability. She lives in Los Angeles and it is a murder mystery. Sorry to be so cryptic but the I am 25,878 words in and can’t wait to share it in due time.
I so want to hear more, but I get the need to share only when the work is ready to be shared! I understand you have dipped your toe into audiobook creation. How did you come to be exploring this new world?
Some people told me “I want to read your book but I just don’t read. Let me know when you have it on audio! Another said, “I want you to read to me.” Since it was impractical to go to their homes, audio book seemed the next natural step.
Give those of us who are also considering it some pointers, please.
Choose a quality studio to do your audio book. It is a lot of work and your voice will be raw. Stay in a hotel while you do it (it may take three days) and don’t bring anyone with you. Save your voice. I was in a studio near my son and we went out after my first six hour day of reading and had barbeque and talked in a noisy restaurant. Don’t do that.
Good advice. I really dig some of your name choices for your characters, especially Panda. How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning? Do you have any name choosing resources you recommend?
The first two books have at least three strong stories interwoven through them. Lots going on! One of the stories is about an art exhibit at the local museum. Floodlight is the exhibit in the first book (obviously) where “International performance artist Fiona Castlebaum lights up alleys and photographs what she finds.” The second is Words on a Plate. The idea for this one, also named after an art exhibit, stuck in my mind and wouldn’t let me go. People have these awkward conversations, where they process their words and calculate the effect before speaking. The art show paired these type of slogans, comments and vows with images (pictures) that reveal the true meaning underlying them. Sometimes in, especially, a politically charged situation, I see people measuring their words and picture them on plates–but that’s just me, lol.
Venturing away from writing a bit, tell us, are you a morning person or a night person?
Easy. I start writing at 5:45 a.m.
If you had your own talk show, who would be your first three guests?
You and Patty Schramm and Lori Lake all in a pile would be show one. (I know I’m cheating). Assuming they would say yes, Karin Slaughter and then Juliet Blackwell.
What’s your favorite material object that you already own?
So many! My handmade cowboy boots come to mind.
Okay, one more: Where can we find you on social media?
Thank you so much for hanging out with me. I cannot wait to read The Wolf You Feed!
Today marks the first day of PRIDE MONTH 2020. It is weird to have no plans to go downtown, no plans to wrap myself in a flag with my children and grandchildren, no plans to kiss my wife in front of the protestors who always gather along the parade route.
Instead, I will will stay at home, safe from the virus that threatens so many of us. For me, and by extension for my wife, there is no taking a chance. My grandkids can’t hug me. My kids can’t drop by. Everything has to be planned, masks have to be worn, distance must be kept.
I will watch through the window as protesters march in solidarity of our black and brown brothers and sisters at a time when we should instead be chanting, “Love is Love” and laughing with one another, at a time when we instead are reeling from the murder of George Floyd under the knee of a police officer and the abhorrent treatment of Christian Cooper. The hatred in the world right now is almost unbearable, yet we must bear witness and speak out and stand up. Our future depends on it.
This month is a time to remember another time of unrest, a time of rage and fervor caused by the Stonewall riots. These riots helped catapult the LGBTQ movement to a new level. A year later, the anniversary of these riots was marked by demonstrations in New York, Chicago, Los Angeles and San Francisco. Those early marches, a mix of pride and politics, drew only a few hundred people, but they led the way for the Pride Parades of today that often include hundreds of thousands of beautiful people coming together to celebrate life and love.
Remember when we had a real president? From 2009 through 2016, President Obama officially declared June as LGBT Pride month. Because of Stonewall, and because of so many other struggles and protests and pain through the years, today we can get married and legally adopt children in all 50 states.
This is what Pride Month is about. We may not be able to come together in the ways we have become accustomed to doing, but we can still let our voices be heard.
To celebrate the first day of Pride, I will take life one day at a time, send private messages, write posts on Facebook, send letters to senators, stay home when I can and wear a mask when I cannot, and reach out to those I love to offer words of strength and hope. It isn’t how I intended to spend Pride 2020, but it is our reality. I love you all, and I hope for each of you moments of joy and laughter as we fight for a more colorful tomorrow.
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One word. Sandman. On the book cover. The text almost translucent, as if trying to hide in plain sight with its colour melding into the sandy beach with an ominous-looking sky looming above the troubled waters.
What is Sandman?
When I first heard about Tammy Bird‘s debut novel, “Sandman,” I was immediately curious. First, the cryptic title, which set my mind whirling trying to ascertain its meaning or symbolism. The aesthetically unsettling cover closed the deal for me. SOLD.
Then, the fact that the revealed plot from the blurb was twofold – a search-and-rescue effort post-hurricane and what was lurking in the sand dunes. I thought that was a fascinating approach to writing in the crime thriller genre in lesfic. Needless to say, I utterly enjoyed the story as a whole. I was glad to discover that there were more than met the…
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June is pride month. This year I decided to post a PRIDE picture to Instagram each day of the month. I thought it would be a fun way to get people to think about our community. What I didn’t count on was how much I would learn about our history.
I knew this year marked 50 years since the Stonewall riots. I knew that Stonewall Inn was located in the Greenwich Village neighborhood of Manhattan, that within two years it become the largest gay establishment in the United States, and that it catered to drag queens, transgender people, male prostitutes, and homeless male teens.
I didn’t know that the Stonewall Inn was Mafia run or that the mafia paid the Sixth Precinct of the NYPD a monthly stipend of $1,200 to keep the club running with minimal police interference.
I did know that patrons were charged just to walk in the door, because that was still the case the first time I walked into a lesbian bar in 1983.
The bar was the Hershee Bar in Norfolk, Virginia. It had just opened. I paid $2.00 to a large bouncer who would stand guard and warn us if something was amiss. Even in 1983, there was a police raid during the first night of operation. Afterward, Annette Stone, an inspiration and hero to many women, installed a warning light above the dance floor that would flash to let patrons know that police were coming. I remember quietly fleeing when it flashed.
I didn’t know that the State Liquor Authority at this time considered any establishment that served alcohol to gay customers to be “disorderly houses” or places where “unlawful practices are habitually carried on by the public.” Because of this, the inn was known as a “bottle club,” meaning it didn’t need a liquor license because guest brought their own bottles.
Except they did sell liqueur.
I didn’t know that they didn’t have running water behind the bar. No. Running. Water. Glasses were not really washed. Instead, they were only rinsed in sinks of stagnant water that grew increasingly filthy as a night wore on, and this was sited as the cause of a hepatitis outbreak in 1969.
I didn’t know that Stonewall Inn, just like so many other establishments that catered to our lgbt community, had toilets that were overflowing and no fire exits.
I knew that fifty years ago it was risky to visit bars that were known to accommodate lgbt clientele. I just didn’t realize how much, and I also didn’t realize how much I have been a part of that change. I guess we don’t think about it as much when we are doing it.
Things have changed. We can marry and love and move about with less chance of harm. Thinking about the last fifty years has taught me that less chance of harm is not good enough. There are still few monuments or places where we can go to stand in our history. We must not loss site of this.
I am proud to be queer and so thankful for everyone who has fought, and everyone who continues to fight, for our civil rights.
For an interesting account of the Stonewall riots, check out the radio documentary that uses views of the participants as it examines the gay life both before and after the event.