You may remember my dear wife, Electra, from her guest posts, The Art of Forgetting: Are all Authors Forgetful? and The life of an author as lived by his wife. She has finally decided to write an update with another behind-the-scenes peek at our life. As always, please read the following in a sweet female voice, with a hint of a French accent.
Life With An Author (Part II)
People of Nicholas’s blog, I’m back! After almost two years of doing other things (i.e., getting pregnant, having a baby and nowadays running behind the wee one 24/7), I have just a little bit of time to share with you a glimpse of what life in the Rossis household really is like.
Life with an author AND a baby is fun, if anything because said author is having great fun with the wee one. One of the many perks is that we constantly find new children’s stories he would like to write, if only he had enough time between working, and working, and some more working, a little bit of writing, a tiny bit of editing, not enough reading, a lot of taking care of Natalie, definitely not enough sleeping, and grabbing a quick bite to avoid starvation.
In other words, life is very busy. Natalie is full of joy but also a bouncy and overactive toddler who requires attention and play. Daily. Hourly. Every single moment of our day!
Anyway, today we were returning from the beach (it’s great to live in Athens as the beach is 25 minutes from our house), and we started talking, with Natalie babbling in the back seat. Nicholas thought of a new children’s book based on the idea of a prickly bear eating a prickly pear. After chuckling at how silly and unfortunate that fruit’s name is (poor prickly pear!), I added that the prickly bear should also consider eating other fruits that suffer from mismatching names, such as the grapefruit (no resemblance to grapes) and the pineapple (nothing to do with either pines or apples), and so the story developed. Of course, it will only take years for such a book to get published in between work and other stuff, but hey, we laughed. It’s probably book number 23 down the line, and the more we go to the beach, the more brilliant ideas we will come up with.
We were also discussing other things. Years ago, we considered building a B&B in Corfu, where Nicholas has a plot of land by the sea. Even though our finances didn’t allow it and our lives took a different turn, we came up today with some fantastic names about the rooms we would build.
You see, it’s become fashionable to name rooms according to antiquities or ancient heroes, so Greece is teeming with rooms named Aphrodite, Amaryllis, Danae… you get the picture. We, being original people, thought that our rooms should have names that make people smile. I suggested that the general theme should be flowers (as you know by now, since you read this blog with great attention and application, I’m crazy about our garden), but with some unusual adjectives defining them.
We came up with the Tipsy Poppy room, the Sober Bougainvillea (next door, obviously, to keep good company to the aforementioned Poppy), the Proud Olive room, the Reserved Ivy room (I particularly laughed at this one as ivy is so expansive in our garden), the Silky Thistle room (an homage to our lovely years in Scotland) and some others I have forgotten by now.
As we were returning, I was thinking that Natalie must be picking up some very weird ideas from her parents. I know she understands what we say and I dread the moment she starts talking and repeating what we just said, especially if she mentions to her teacher anything about a sober bougainvillea keeping company to a tipsy poppy which suffers from depression (yes, the author in the house initially wanted to name the room the Depressed Poppy but I reminded him that people would be coming for holidays, not for therapy).
Come to think of it, this would make for a great children’s book. Book number 24.