This blog entry is bits and pieces from the book launch for Dreams of Being a Kiwi. The event included music by Arlene Paculan, pictures, and videos to tell the backstory of the book.
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Let me tell you, it’s so easy to write a book. Everyone should be doing it, all the time. I would say they should write books all day everyday, but then again, there’s no need to spend time in this way because it’s so easy. Really, all you’re doing is stringing a bunch of words together to form sentences and paragraphs and chapters. What’s so difficult about that?
I am kidding, of course.
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That day my sister and I walked out of the ocean, we lay down on the beach, let ourselves dry in the sun. We raced along the beach, I watched my sister laugh, laughed with her. We walked out to the Leifhead house, stepped up on the porch, the feeling in the air changed like it re-started itself. There was a for sale sign out front. As soon as I saw it, I asked my sister for a loan but I told her it was only a loan, I would pay her back. We went right to the real estate office, we closed the deal that afternoon. I was given the keys to my new house.
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The next day I walked over to the hostel, sat on a bench across the street, watched the entrance. I saw Marshall working at the front desk. No Helen. Sat watching for an hour. In the hostel lobby, Marshall was filling out some forms. He looked up, smiled at me, walked around the desk, hugged me. I wanted to stay in longer, but he pulled away. He asked, “What can I do for you?” I asked him if I could have a room, he thought I was joking, I was not. I asked him, “Can I have the room that Francis Leifhead stayed in?” He told me, “We haven’t rented it out since the accident.”
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