The book is here! *Happy Dancing* So I’ll give you the links where you can buy it, and if you’d like to learn more about its backstory and relation to Bumpyboobs, just keep on reading. You can also visit my author page at www.CatherineBrunelle.com to stay appraised of further writing and bookish news. Plus, of course, there’s the newsletter.
Mmmuh! Big kiss for you!
Now on sale over at my page. It’s also on Amazon, but I’m partial to my own website 😉
Want to read some reviews? Check ’em out here on my site.
And now, the story behind this fiction novel…
I guess it’s one thing to dream about becoming a writer. For a while, that’s exactly what I did: I’d write my stories, take my creative writing classes, and think that one day day I would claim the title of ‘writer’. Well, that time has come and gone – today I am a writer, title owned. In all honestly, it was the diagnosis that pushed me to live by what I love. Since then I’ve recommitted to my fiction, poured out emotions into this blog and picked up ghost-writing and social media gigs with amazing organizations. It’s not all glam – actually, it’s definitely not glamorous – but I love it. That’s what matters.
And as this all happened one assignment and post and story at a time . . . Catherine the writer (that’s me!) soon began to dream about being Catherine the novelist, Catherine the author. And once again, I waited on that dream, nervous about taking the steps to make it happen.
However, now it seems a possible recurrence is pushing me forward yet again (*&%$!!!) to live what I dream, and stop waiting for permission from anyone outside of myself.
We must all have these sorts of stories.
My story – my novel – started back when I wanted to get pregnant. Pregnancy is intimidating, and so to work through I began to write a semi-ridiculous story about a line of women who were coping with the emotional and personal changes of becoming a mother.
Then, bam (and sigh), I got breast cancer.
No babies. The writing stopped. Surgery and chemo happened. Life changed in so many ways. I began to recover. (*ahem! and there is the micro story of that)
And then . . . eventually . . . the writing started again, with the same family of women, the same nine months of pregnancy, the same whimsical and ridiculous stories. Except this time there was something deeper.
My dad gave me a very precious gift when I was around thirteen. He gave me an old tin container, and in that container are a pile of postcards from his grandmother and her friends. So that makes her my great, great, grandmother. Of course, I’ve never met her, don’t know her story – but as I began to write about my Claires, and their journeys, I (in a sense) began to create a history of the possible women in my past, and the battles they may have fought, the adventures they may have had, and how we all tie together and pull strength from those stories (of course, this required NO research since as a writer, I pull everything from a fictional world called My Imagination).
And that’s the personal side of this story. I am becoming novelist right now, and this book has been published with your amazing help!
Here’s the book blurb, the one I was sending out to agents:
“Constructed in stand-alone chapters, the story of the middle-name Claires is intrinsically connected. These ladies are nine generations of the same female line, taking us from one life-defining moment to the next.
Each middle-named Claire has a unique ambition: from Amelia Earl being the first solo woman to circle the world in an air balloon; Elizabeth fighting off an angry ghost while deciding what’s next career-wise; Dotty rebelling against an abusive husband after chasing down a snowy owl; Ruby craving escape from her small town life; The twins stowing away on a TransCanada train; Anna fighting her urge to create magic; Aliza blackmailing her way into circus life; Marianne convincing her mother-in-law to end a hunger strike; and Amelia Stives sailing to the new world after burning down the family barn. Yet in this novel, the middle-named Claires’ greatest overarching challenge is to face their own insecurities and find strength despite the uncertainty of their futures. Their stories lace together as the reader learns more about where each woman came from, and what her mother, and her mother’s mother (etc.) has experienced.”
But what you really need to know is this story pours out from the heart, and will have you laughing, crying and thinking. It’s good. So go read it. It’s really good. You of the future is reading it at this very moment, thinking, “hey, this book is awesome.” And it’s my baby – so obviously I’m presenting you with an extremely biased opinion. 😉
And that is the story of that. 🙂 This book has been a lifesaver in so many ways. I hope it can do just a little bit for you what it has already done for me.
6 thoughts on “I Wrote A Book!”
Intrigued! I would certainly read on … cool premise. I have yet to comment on your blog but found you via Twitter and wanted to say a quick hello. I am a writer, as well, and just actually signed with an agent this week after spending the last year querying one book, then writing another and querying that one (that’s the one that got me my agent). I am also a mom, wife, and a 10-year cancer survivor, and I will be here, cheering you on!
Wonderful, Karma. A HUGE congratulations for signing with your agent and finding literary love 🙂 Good luck with your writing and your book. Thank you so much for your comment, it’s very encouraging in all aspects!
Thanks! If you ever need a beta reader, let me know. : )
Congratulations Catherine. I am very exited about your book and looking forward to my copy in December. I am so glad that Marie wrote about it in this weeks weekly Round Up so I found out about it and I wish you great success with it.
Thank you so much, Susan. I’m excited for you to get the copy too!
I think it sounds a brilliant book and apart from funding you, I’ll be interested to hear how you find kickstarter. (I had to use fundit as am based in Ireland- though there were other choices too but I’d have loved to have used Kickstarter. If I can help in any way (pick my brains) do holler.