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Extra Cheese, please

Tuesday, August 30th, 2011

Day 5: July 27, 2011 Rogue Valley, OR

Remember how I mentioned Chris was smart enough not to make me wake up early and run about two days in a row? Right, so day 5 was another sleep in leisurely day. Plus, we were in Rogue Valley and it turned out there weren’t really a lot of wineries in Rogue Valley that had wines from the Forgotten Grapes. BUT…there was a Rogue Valley cheese shop!! With all the wine we’d been tasting and still would be tasting, clearly we needed cheese. We bought some blue, some goat, some tasty local stuff and some really wonderful rosemary crackers and headed off to see what wineries we could see.

Our only stop turned out to be at Longsword Vineyard and Fly High Vineyard (they share a tasting room) where we had a pleasant tasting of their wines and our cheeses out on the patio.

And then we hit the road–a 4 1/2 hour drive down to Lake County, California. And that drive turned out to be spectacular fun for us.

We were a little too focused on the wine in planning our trip and thus, manged to be very surprised by this:

That’s Mt. Shasta, and I’m guessing it’s been there awhile. Still managed to be news to us. But it wasn’t nearly as surprising as this:

We thought it would be more crowded. Sort of a popular destination, if you know what I mean.

We also were unable to resist pulling off the highway to see the “world famous sun dial bridge” at Turtle Bay in Redding, California. You can see why it’s world famous, right?

These were the only turtles we saw at Turtle Bay though:

 I was a little disappointed that the museum was already closed. But…we had an exciting night ahead. Oh yes sirree. Because this is where we stayed:

Rancheria Resort Casino. Emphasis on Resort….no…. emphasis on “Casino”…well, no, emphasis on “Rancheria.” But yeah, we stayed here. God I love road trips like this.

Dogs and Donuts

Sunday, August 28th, 2011

[Note from "real time"--as opposed to going back to tell you about our wineapalooza trip which took place a month ago--this blogging every day thing is a lot of work! How did I do it when I was working and going through chemo??  I'm thinking it will now be every other day. Besides, we had 18 friends over last night to try out some of these wines--18 bottles to be exact. I've got a lot of cleaning up to do today!]

Day 4, Part 2, July 26, 2011 in the evening….

After Steve Reustle made a call over to John Olson at Tesoaria, we hustled over to meet John. So, so glad we did. TeSoAria is in Roseberg, OR and is a small but  beautiful winery. Here’s what their website says about them: “Our name, TeSóAria, encompasses the true spirit of what our vineyard and winery are all about, and defines the artisanal estate wines produced: Terra (soil), Sol (sun), Aria (air and music). These three words perfectly describe the terroir where the estate grown varietals and wines are produced.“  That’s a good description. John’s passion is readily apparent. He was hard at work in the barrel room when we arrived but happily set up a tasting for us. His dog Bella (the ball -obssessed) was by his side, which made me happy as I was definitely missing Seamus by then. Once Chris explained Forgotten Grapes and his quest for the lesser known grape varietals, John lit up and out came the wines. 14 total. It may have been more. I couldn’t keep up.  But here’s some highlights of what he poured, and I’d encourage you to check out his website to read more about these really interesting and tasty wines. He’s doing some great stuff.

2009 Dolcetto
2009 Bull’s Blood (a blend of Pinot Noir, Baco Noir, Marachal Foch, Tempranillo and Hugarian Kadarka…nope, I’m not making that up)
2009 Tempranillo
2010 Bulls Blood
2010 Sangiovese
2010 Kadarka
2010 Barbera
2010 Primotivo

It went on and on! So much so that I had to bust out the appetizers…2 day old Voodoo Donuts! But let me tell you, the maple bacon bar was perfectly paired with the 2009 Baco Noir!

And notice all the 2010 vintages? That’s because John started climbing up the barrels to have us taste barrel samples (this is the point at which I lost count of the wines. Crazy good stuff).

And I’ll have to admit defeat here too. I had to stop tasting. Chris kept on, but I turned my attention to Bella and her ball. Bella has her own game of catch and I’m not sure I ever learned all the rules, but I’m pretty sure you can’t be looking at her when she puts the ball down, and the ball must always be in her sight (or in her mouth), and she’ll let you know when it’s okay to throw the ball by putting it down in front of you and staring at it intently. But it takes her awhile to determine whether or not you are a worthy player. Funny, funny dog. But so cute.

Day 4 of Wineapalooza the Mother of all Epic Wine Tours was a doozy. So many good wines and interesting people. He had to push on though. We drove to the Rogue Valley that night, stopping on the way for dinner. We both had a craving for Mexican food. And margaritas.

Wine Guys

Saturday, August 27th, 2011

Wineapalooza Day 4: July 26, 2011

The easiest way to tell we were tourists in Oregon would have been to count the number of times I said “Look at all these trees!” It’s really a beautiful state. And the drive from Florence to the Umpqua Valley (conveniently located on the Umpqua River) is gorgeous and serene. To wit:

And yes, I made Chris stop so I could get out and take a picture. He’s an excellent traveler like that–doing all the driving and perfectly agreeable to stop whenever and wherever.

Of course we stopped for wine too. First was Brandborg Winery in Elkton. We had a great time tasting wines with Terry Brandborg himself. In fact, it was such a nice time we ending up tasting 12 wines. 12! Our favorites were the 2010 Fleur de Lys White Pinot Noir, the 2008 Reisling and 2007 Love Puppets Pinot Noir. (I also happen to love the name of the Pinot Noir–it’s got a romantic story behind it having to do with a painting and Terry and his wife Sue’s courtship; very sweet–the story, not the wine.)

Chris with Terry Brandborg  

We couldn’t resist heading over to the winery across the way from Brandborg. River’s Edge winery sits….well, on the edge of the Umpqua River.

Eight wines were tasted with the 2007 Barrel Select Umpqua Pinot Noir as our favorite. It is hard to beat an Oregon Pinot Noir.

Our next stop was a doozy. We’d been visiting mostly smaller wineries–beautiful, rustic places with small productions. So we were not prepared for what Reustle Prayer Rock winery and vineyards looked like. The drive in was, in keeping with Oregon’s custom, gorgeous. And then the winery appeared. And, well…wow. See for yourself:

Gloria Reustle gave us a tour of the winery and some of the most elegant private tasting rooms I’ve ever seen.

But as beautiful as the winery was…the wines were even better. Steve Reustle joined us for what turned out to be a 3 hour tasting. Steve is passionate about his grapes, his wines and winemaking. Chris is, as we know, also very passionate about those things. There was wine. There was talking. There was more wine. More talking. Repeat. A fabulous afternoon! The 2010 Gruner Veltliner was the favorite (and the 2009 reserve was also excellent). I also must give a tip o’ the glass to the kitchen at Reustle Prayer Rock. They serve small bites with each wine (okay, not each wine we tried…that would be two meals worth; but each wine in the “normal” tasting) and everything was delicious. Loved, loved, loved the rice cracker with goat cheese, avocado slices, a drizzle of olive oil and salt and pepper.

We spent so long there (that’s Chris still chatting with Steve) we thought we’d probably not get in another winery that day. But, Steve picked up the phone and called John Olson over at Tesoaria and asked him to stay open for us. Boy were we glad he did that. I’ll tell you all about that tomorrow. Let’s just say it involves not just wine, but dogs and donuts.

Reunions

Friday, August 26th, 2011

Day 3: In which Wineapalooza heads to Florence…and gets a tasting break.

Chris knows me well. Which means he knows better than to try to get me to be up early and out the door doing “things” (anything, anything at all) three mornings in a row. So Day 3 started with a sleep-in. Breakfast in bed at the hotel. Much coffee. Check out was at noon, or I’d probably still be in bed at the Marriott in downtown Portland.  We had a leisurely day ahead of us though. We were going to meander our way down to Florence, OR where we’d meet up with my high school buddy and best friend Corby and her new husband…who just happens to also be her high school love. They dated the summer after we graduated from high school–he was three entire years older than us (really significant back then!) and the “cool guy in the band.” She was giddy. But it didn’t last (who could get over that age difference?? ;-) ) and they broke up. They each went on to marry other people, they each had a son, then a daughter, then a divorce. Then he looked her up and ….boom! They were back in love and before you knew it, almost 30 years after their first date, they were married and she moved up to Oregon with him. That was two years ago and this would be the first time I’d see her in her new happy life. So, I was excited to get there….but there was driving to do and wines to be tasted.

Our one and only wine stop that day was a good one–Ankeny Vineyard, in Salem, OR. (Notice the dog on the mural on the building? Yeah…you know I had to stop in.) Since we were only stopping at one winery, we knew we’d need some serious numbers. How about 7? We tasted 7 wines. We greatly enjoyed the Ankeny Sunset (bottle on the right above) which is a rose blend of 84% Pinot Noir and 16% Marechal Foch…which, you guessed it, is one of Chris’s Forgotten Grapes. We also really liked the pure Marechal Foch (which Chris’s notes call “zippy” and also brambly and “syrah like with a little zin kick.”). Tasty stuff, but we had to get back on the road to get to this:

Kevin, Corby, Teresa & Chris

It was so great to see them! And, it’s possible, there was wine with dinner. There was also quite a menagerie of animals at her home, so I got a kick out of that and got my animal fix (they even have two beagle mixes–but they’re huge! twice Seamus’s size!).

The giant (and old, but happy) beagle

The less happy (but pretty adorable) cat

Pet ducks! They’re hilarious

The wild deer come right into their backyard! These two fawns weren’t too far from mama

Mama deer getting a snack from Corby

A nice, relaxing vacation day. But tomorrow…it’s wine time again. Tough, tough work…but somebody has got to do it!

Shine On Adelsheim!

Wednesday, August 24th, 2011

Before continuing with wineapalooza, allow me one “real time” break– I had my UCLA check-up (mammogram this time) yesterday. All was fine. And I graduated. I have been returned to “normal” and will only have mammograms once a year now. Just like folks who never had cancer! Woo-Hoo! Now, on with our regular programming….




July 24, 2011: Day 2, Part Two

Okay, I was wrong. But I can clear it up now. We didn’t have that fabulous lunch (see post below) after Barrel Fence. Oh no. We went on to Adelsheim Winery and guzzled tasted another 7 wines before lunch. If you’re counting, that means we had tasted 21 wines before breaking for lunch. I don’t know if I’m impressed or mortified. No, wait, I do. I’m impressed.

Adelsheim was a winery that I put on our itinerary. A few years back they had a stainless steel Chardonnay (2007) that was my “buy cases of this I’m drinking it forever” wine. And we bought cases. Until we couldn’t buy it anymore. Then I put Michael on it (he who lives in the region) and he couldn’t find it. It was over. And I mourned the loss of that wine. That’s the thing about wine—when a vintage is gone, it’s gone. It won’t and can’t be repeated. Even with the same land, same vines, same winemaker… the weather over the year is going to be different, so the wine will be different. The barrels (or steel vats) are going to be different. The wine will be different. It’s the fun, the glory, the agony and the great mystery of winemaking (and, uh, buying). Which is why I wanted to go visit the winery and taste every single one of their white wines in search of my new favorite.

Marketing Manager Catherine Douglas was our cheerful and informative tour guide,

out in the vineyard

and in the cave. And then in their “library” (the storage room for each of their vintages from way back to current):

and you know what I was looking for, right? Yeah, it was there. But, damnit (Willamette) I couldn’t reach it. Or, well, steal it. I just can’t.

But we did love the 2010 Ribbon Springs Vineyard Auxerois (yes, that’s a grape and yes, that’s a white wine, second from left in the above photo). Quite a tasty wine (“full bodied up front segueing into lemon; good minerality; finishes as a tarter lime mid-mouth” per Chris). Also, it was the 2009 Willamette Valley Chardonnay that came closest to my fond memories of the 2007 (as opposed to the 2009 Stoller Vineyard Chardonnay…but that was good too!).

So, right at this point we are 21 wines tasted. You’d think that’d be good for a day, but no.
We headed over to Cana’s Feast, in Carlton where Wes gave us quite a tasting. I have to admit…I could not keep up. Plus, we were tasting in the barrel room, which is a nice private way to taste but, uh, they keep the temperatures where the wine likes it…call it 56 degrees. Yeah, I can’t do that.

I cannot tell a lie…I ducked out and took a nap in the car. Michael and Chris though, they powered through another ten wines. 10!!! Their favorites were the 2008 Barbera and the 2007 Nebbiolo. I have to take their word for it for now…but bottles did come home with us.

Day 2 total wines tasted (well, by Chris at least): 31. Total for Wineapalooza: 36.

Willamette, Damnit

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011

July 24, 2011: Day Two of Wineapalooza

We were not up at the crack of dawn. We were however up and out the door at an hour that was too early for Michael’s boyfriend Brian or friend Carmel to join us. And really, they live there, so I can see their point. Why is it that wine tasting rooms open at 10 (freakin’!!) a.m. and close, mostly, at 5pm? Them don’t seem like normal drinking hours to me. And I’m a seasoned pro.

Nonetheless, after a lovely room service breakfast, we met Michael in the lobby and we were off in our trusty white wine-mobile. Headed to the Willamette valley, which, yes, is pronounced to sound like Damnit, not William’s diminutive (much as Chris tried, he continued to say William-ette all day….causing several cheerful folks to respond with the helpful “It’s Will-a-mette. Damnit.” For the record, Chris also can’t say “query”–he says “quarry” instead. Other then that though, he’s perfect. Which is why I share those two things.)

Chris on left, Michael on right; box of heaven above

Our first stop was the beautiful in name and in reality, Four Graces Winery. And I’m just going to stop right here and say: Pinot Blanc. Buy their Pinot Blanc (and send it to me!!!). We all loved it and we all bought it. Chris’s notes say “good citrus with candied orange. Long finish. 500 to 700 cases made.” My notes say “Oh my god! Oh my god! Ohmygawd!!” (You can tell which one of us is the professional.) I was also a fan of the Pinot Gris. And you can (almost) never go wrong with an Oregon Pinot Noir. Purchases were made.

We moved on to Winderlea Vineyards and a truly spectacular tasting room (also, the beginning of our “let’s find the best tasting room bathroom” game! It was also the end…it was awesome and unbeatable. Think fancy hotel bathroom. Sorry, I did not photograph it. I don’t actually take my camera to the bathroom with me, which I now see as a character defect.) But look at this place!You just know they have a fabulous bathroom. (And this is coming from a woman who spends a lot of Sunday in the kitchen and bath showrooms of Standards of Excellence where Chris does his Sunday Night Chef Fights.)

They are known for their Pinot Noir (which is not a Forgotten Grape, Chris’s specialty, but tasty nonetheless). We tasted five wines and preferred the ’07 Estate Reserve Pinot Noir. And this view:

We couldn’t help but venture across the street from Winderlea to this clever looking winery called Barrel Fence Cellars. You can see where the name came from, no?

Does this help? See? The fence has barrels in it? Oh and a giant corkscrew sticking out of my head the end barrel.  The winemaker also owns a vineyard in New Zealand which just happens to be located at the 45th parallel south and his vineyard in Oregon is at the 45th parallel north, which is a fascinating coincidence and also allows for a very unique vertical…no, wait…horizontal…no, parallely-elle, no…well, a unique tasting of these two wines. Same grape varietal (Pinot Noir), different vineyards on these two parallels. Way cool. And for the record, I’m a south-y.

You’ll be happy to know we had lunch next.
I was happy to know there was such a thing as a hot dog, wrapped in bacon, snuggled in a fresh bun with a slab of blue cheese, served with potato salad and baked beans on the menu at the Horse Radish Wine & Cheese bar and cafe in Carlton.

 Hey, one needs to keep nourished with all that wine tasting going on! And note…there was iced tea to drink. A little break in the wine tasting to let those taste buds relax.. And speaking of relaxing, we’re only at lunch on this day. I think we’ll take a little bloggy break and split this day up into two posts. I’m sure you’re feeling a little tipsy after all those virtual wines anyway.

The Epic Mother of All Wineapalooza Trips–Day One

Monday, August 22nd, 2011

Saturday, July 23, 2011. (AKA Day One)
We flew into Portland, Oregon and rented our wine-mobile. A white Jeep  Liberty. This seemed big enough to hold our wine purchases and our suitcases. (We are not small people. We are not light packers. We love our wine.) And we were off…to a very inauspicious start.

I love Marriott and all their various low- to high- end hotels, but really…when you make a reservation they should have to tell you there is construction going on. We got stuck in some triangular shaped room with one tiny window out of which we were supposed to see a “city view.” I’m sure we would have if only that forest of trees was removed (and honestly, if she was going to lie about the view, “water view” would have been more credible and I could see the river through the trees…if I craned.)  No matter, we were here for the wine. And the food. Portland is a foodie paradise.

Luckily for us, my step-brother Michael (complicated family, I’m not going to stop to explain) lives there and was available to show us around. We had a light (ish!) lunch and beer at Deschutes Brewery and then headed to heaven Powell’s bookstore. If you love books and you have never been to Powell’s…well, you need to remedy that soon. I don’t care where you live. Go To Powell’s (Portland, OR or Chicago…either one works.) I made a valiant effort to support several authors (including the earlier mentioned Lionel Shriver) and made it out under $200. Two hours in and the Jeep Liberty was getting loaded.

And speaking of loaded…we headed to dinner at Clyde Common– a trendy, gastro-pubby place that lured me in with this astounding looking fried oyster po’ boy in an ad I saw. Alas, no fried oyster po’boys for dinner. I got over that though with a nice Triennes Rose Nans-les-Pins (French rose’ )wine and the delicious spiced popcorn appetizer followed by a pasta dish that I recall as very good…but can’t remember!  Good food and atmosphere there though, so if you’re ever in Portland stop on by. Oh, and please be wearing a colorful yet sun-faded short-sleeved t-shirt. It’s what all the boys do. (I just don’t understand how a city that gets, oh, 2 1/2 days of sun per year can have a uniform of sun-faded t-shirts. But they do.)

Finally, it was time for an urban winery and a little (or, um, a lot of) wine tasting. We headed to Enso Urban Winery on Stark Street. This was a winery truly started in a garage and now moved to…well, a more commercial garage!

We tasted six wines, including….

  • The West Coast blended Resonate rose’ (yes, please! a blend of Mourvedre, Syrah and Grenache )
  • A Pinot Gris
  • RESONATE Red #2 (50% WA Counoise and 50% WA Sangiovese) 

A bottle of that last one was liberated into our Liberty. 

I mentioned our inauspicious start? Chris had a very upset stomach in the midst of our tasting (not due to the wines.) So his notes were sparse…as is my memory, especially since this is when I learned my camera batteries had exhausted themselves. I am quite clear though that thiis was a cool place, with funky artwork and lovingly handcrafted wines. I look forward to opening a bottle again soon. You could say it resonated with me.

My Alphabet Life

Sunday, August 21st, 2011

 I haven’t been blogging as much lately. I’m sure you’ve noticed. (Um, why no, no you haven’t?) And there’s a reason for that. I think.

Next Wednesday I head into UCLA for a check-up. July 19th marked my two year anniversary of completing breast cancer treatment. (Yes, yes, I should have gone for an appointment then…did I not mention the epic wine tour we were on?? Also, I wanted to get my left and right breast on the same mammogram schedule, which required the right one to wait until insurance deemed the left one worthy. Crazy, but true.) I’m not stressing about this check-up. In fact in the last few months, more than ever, I feel like I’ve moved on. I’m back to “normal” and I don’t even feel like it’s a “new normal.”  It’s just me. Yes, I know, the cancer could recur (why people feel the need to remind me of this is beyond me–who could forget that???) but I choose not to focus on that. I’m still involved in The Pink Ribbon Place and getting more involved with the American Cancer Society and I’ll talk to and support just about anybody else on that cancer odyssey. But….I kinda don’t wanna blog about it anymore. My world is bigger than my right breast and I’d like to focus on the “bigger than” part.

So here’s the deal. I’ll probably give my personal BC updates from time to time. I’ll mention the goings on at the pink ribbon place and maybe even interesting articles or books or some such dealing with breast cancer. But it won’t be the focus. Instead, I’m going to focus on what I thought I’d be focusing on after my divorce. See, back then (almost eight years ago) I’d decided I wasn’t any good at relationships and I was really tired of other people’s crap relationships so my world was going to consist of B,C and D. Books, Coffee and Dogs. Then a friend reminded me that I wasn’t likely to make it without  Alcohol “Adult Beverages.”  My Alphabet Life was born. A(dult Beverages), B(ooks), C(offee) and D(ogs)! Perfect!

Well, Chris had other ideas on the whole relationship thing (he’s so smart), but I had a pretty good basis for my new life. I think it will work for my new blogging life now too. If you continue to check in, you’ll find musings on wine, books (and writing), coffee (and Chris) and dogs. Occasionally the “B” might be for Breast and the “C” might be for cancer, but…maybe not. I find my own self reading less of the breast cancer blogs and more of the dog, food, wine, writing, book blogs…and that’s a pretty good sign of the direction I’m going. Away from cancer. I love to travel and I’m traveling on.

I’m keeping the blog name though. After all, Seamus is the great inspiration for living life.  I’m going to refrain, however, from re-designing messing with the look and layout of the blog though…at least until I’ve made some progress with this alphabet life blogging (I mentioned my past issues with relationships, no?).
My blogging goal this week is to be well launched into the “A” portion of the alphabet with a day-by-day review of our epic mother of all wineapallooza trips. One post a day for 12 days. Can I do it? Probably not! But we’ll give it a shot. Also, as wineries and dogs seem to go together like hot summer days and rose’ wines, you’ll meet a few of the dogs we met along the way too.  And just to throw in a little “B”–I’m completely obsessed with author Lionel Shriver right now. I’ve read three of her books right in a row and I can’t get over how brilliant she is (I finished “The Female of the Species” in the middle of the night last night). So you can expect more of that too.

Do you know your ABC’s??  (That’s rhetorical…although apparently the cool thing to do when blogging is ask a question at the end…presumably to elicit comments. So, sure, go ahead and give me your ABC list.)

A Quick Kiss

Sunday, August 14th, 2011
 I am going to tell you more about our epic wine trip (and usually, I hate the over-use of “epic,” but it applies here!), but I’ve also had the chance to do some great author interviews lately, so I want to share those in a timely manner. By the way, you still have a day (hurry!) to enter the contest in the blog post below this one and possibly win a free book (in paper, CD or MP3 format). 

And now…an interview with filmmaker Guy Magar whose book “Kiss Me Quick Before I Shoot” is available now and shares, along with his filmmaking memories, the story of dealing with his wife Jacqui’s cancer diagnosis and treatment.
TDL:  What wine should a reader pour as they first sit down to read Kiss Me Quick Before I Shoot? And what should they be drinking when they finish?
GM: Since this book begins with a filmmaking career and breaking into the Hollywood world, a smooth Francis Ford Coppola 2008 Rosso would make a tasty and appropriate companion as one starts to read this memoir. The Kiss Me Quick part refers to my wife Jacqui whenever she visited me on-set, and so this book is a also a celebration of finding true love and details her triumphant cancer journey. At the finish, I’d recommend a chilled glass of Mumm’s Cordon Bleu champagne which is what we were drinking the night I asked her to marry me in Jamaica. A salute!
TDL:  Does the story feature a beagle and if not, why not? (Seamus, my famous beagle, demands this be asked of everyone on our blog)

GM: Rocky sends his best to Seamus. We had found a temporary home for Rocky (a gorgeous Vizla) just before a 6-week chemo treatment at City of Hope for which I moved in with Jacqui. After a successful trial-week living at his new home, on the very first night of treatment, we received a call at 10pm asking us to come pick him up immediately as the Rockster had grabbed a barbecue chicken off the counter and things got a bit hairy when they tried to pry it out of his mouth. I had to leave Jacqui and travel back to the Hollywood Hills and when I pulled up near midnight, his bed and food dish were already out on the street. In retrospect, it was a funny moment just like throwing a guest out of the house, suitcase first. The next day I checked him into a kennel and got back to Jacqui. If only he had known Seamus then, they could have hung out together.

TDL:  Tell us about your background in film and then of course, we have to have you cast the film of your book.
GM: I fell in love with filmmaking at film school in London. I then made a film at the American Film Institute that got me a 7-year deal at Universal Studios. I eventually started directing TV shows such as The A Team and Hunter to La Femme Nikita, and then I also wrote and produced films including Lookin’ Italian – my homage to Marty Scorsese and Italian-American culture - which was Matt LeBlanc’s and Lou Rawls’ first feature film. Since there is a story in the book about almost decapitating Drew Barrymore at my home when she was 8, she would be our first choice to play “Jacqui” especially since she was friends with her mother and had babysat Drew when she was very young. Since I am from a European background, my favorite actor to play me would be Jarvier Bardem. What a cast…roll cameras!

TDL:  My significant other, Chris, was also by my side every step of the way in my battle against cancer. One of the things we learned is that people--even well-meaning people--say some pretty ridiculous things to the caretaker (well, and the patient!), which meant a sense of humor was mandatory. What was the most ridiculous thing anyone said to you while you and Jacqui were battling her cancer and were you able to laugh then? And now?
 

GM: The night we received the call from our doctor telling us Jacqui needed an immediate biopsy to confirm a leukemia diagnosis, he said to make sure she didn’t get any more bruises which was the triggering symptom that we had noticed. The next morning, dazed from a sleepless night, and feeling emotionally devastated, Jacqui stepped outside our home and accidentally tripped falling hard on her thigh. I immediately rushed to her only to discover she was laughing uncontrollably…and it made me laugh as well as we hugged tightly sitting on the concrete. It was seemingly the first breath we had taken since that phone call the previous night. And we laughed for weeks every time we remembered our doctor’s warning to be careful and then we’d see the biggest bruise in the history of bruising on her thigh. Crazy!

TDL:  What was the best and the worst advice you received about handling Jacqui's cancer?
 

GM: The worst advice was to proceed with a bone marrow transplant without a perfect matching donor and it came with a massive chemo preparation beforehand. This did not sound good at all to us and we started looking for alternatives. After tons of research and advice from some great caring folks in the cancer community, we discovered a clinical trial involving a much milder low-intensity chemo prep and a cord blood stem cells transplant which is much easier to find perfect matches. We participated in the national trial at the City of Hope and it completely healed Jacqui. As a caregiver, it is essential to get involved and you must do the required research to find the absolute best treatment option for your loved one.

TDL:  How is Jacqui now and have either of you become involved in any organizations supporting cancer patients or research?
 

GM: Jacqui has been in complete remission for two and a-half years now and she’s feeling and looking terrific. She is truly a poster ambassador for this aml-leukemia trial which we hope will offer a milder and more successful treatment for future patients. We are presently both joining the City of Hope speakers program to help demystify the cancer experience and assist in fundraising. Also, portions of the book’s revenue will go to City of Hope as a donation to their research programs.

TDL: What inspired you to turn to non-fiction writing after all your time in film?
 

GM:  As I already have a how-to filmmaking course on DVD complete with scene studies and film clips through my Action/Cut Seminars Company, this time I wanted to write about the behind-the-scenes of making films and TV shows which would appeal to all who love movies. Also, as Jacqui and I have been so lucky in love, I wanted to leave a public record of our romance and our cancer journey to help others who are stricken. Writing an unconventional memoir about a mix of these topics seemed, and turned out to be, a very exciting endeavor. The early responses from readers and reviewers have been wonderfully supportive and the overall comment is how surprisingly “engaging” a read it is. I don’t think people who read memoirs expect to get so emotionally involved in the storytelling. That’s very gratifying.

TDL: Finally, can you share an excerpt from Kiss Me Quick Before I Shoot?
A CAMELOT WEDDING COME TRUE

A Renaissance wedding? It took three months of work and was as intricate to put together as any film production. I turned down job offers during that time just to stay focused. About 30 minutes northwest of Los Angeles, we found a beautiful park next to a lake in Agoura Hills, that was surrounded by pristine trees and featured a ballroom cabin where you could feed 300 guests. This fabulous place is located a mile away from the site of the annual Renaissance Fair. We attended the fair itself a few weeks before our late-June wedding and hired a Renaissance dance troupe, complete with costumes and period musical instruments, and a terrific comedy juggling team to entertain our guests.

Jacqui used her brilliant talents and creative styling to design our costumes from scratch. She created an amazing period dress with brocade panels and row after row of pearls, and made a stunning head-piece with more pearls. She looked like she had walked right out of a fantasy romance novel. She was a vision, my lucky vision. All I needed was to rent knee-high boots and a princely jeweled hat. We went for the whole show!

We wanted to have a dramatic entrance and considered landing in a balloon on a field right in the middle of our guests. After talking to balloonists, I discovered they can’t guarantee landing anywhere near a precise spot, or even a precise county! Wind factors of the day rule that world. We went ballooning soon after the wedding and indeed discovered the complete zaniness of the experience. It is customary to have a “celebration party” after every landing—to celebrate living through it! For me, it was terrifying. You see the squares: squares—just like from airplanes!
Choosing a safer route for our wedding, we went back to the original idea of having a horse-and-buggy bring in Jacqui. The colorful dancers surrounded the carriage and showered it with flower petals, to the sounds of British Royal trumpet music blaring from huge speakers. The trumpet theme that announces the arrival of the Queen of England outside Buckingham Palace—those trumpets. It was goose bumps time.
Though we’d sent out Renaissance-style invitations complete with Shakespearean Romeo and Juliet verse, “Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night,” our guests were still quite surprised by the colorful theatrics. Once the breathtaking Jacqui arrived and got off the flowered carriage in the middle of 300 open-mouthed guests, four “scoundrels” in costume regalia unsheathed their swords, grabbed Jacqui (who feigned a helpless maiden), and announced they were kidnapping the bride. Hey, it’s a once a lifetime event!
“Unhand that woman for she is mine!” The hooligans froze in their tracks when my booming voice erupted. The hero had arrived. Everyone applauded. I exchanged nasty words with the scoundrels, and then we drew swords. It was a riot. I had rehearsed this blazing sword fight with my actor/stuntmen buddies the day before; now, with adrenaline pumping in front of 300 guests, we almost killed each other! Thankfully they remembered it was my wedding day and the plot was for me to win the maiden’s hand. I rescued my princess just like in the movies.
The wedding came off as magnificently as we had anticipated months earlier in Jamaica. During the ceremony, Jacqui and I spoke to each other as much as Jerry (the rabbi) talked, plus we laughed and hugged and kissed and made sure to enjoy every moment of our profoundly romantic Renaissance wedding. We had done it all, just as we dreamed, in a relaxed, non-traditional manner. It was our magical day. Friends still mention it as the most unique and colorful wedding they’ve ever attended.
I heard that famous chef Wolfgang Puck spent a million dollars on his Medieval-themed wedding in Europe. I love your cooking, Wolfgang, but how many guys did you duel for your bride? A salute.
I got to be Errol Flynn! I got to marry my princess!
                                                                                               
                                                                    
Thanks Guy, for stopping by The Dog Lived. We send you (virtual) wags and wine and wish you well with your book!

Teresa (& Seamus the Famous)

Thieves Get Rich, Saints Get Shot

Monday, August 8th, 2011
 That’s such a great title, I’m stealing it for this blog post too.
And who’s great title is it you ask? Why, author Jodi Compton! But she’s not going to be upset I stole her title, because this blog is all about her. 

Yes, yes, I have been wine tasting for two weeks now, but I’m home. And while I sober up (and prepare to give you all sorts of wine and travel recommendations!), I thought I’d share some reading recommendations. I sent Jodi these interview questions while I was on the road, which, um, might be apparent from the questions themselves, but Jodi was a good sport and got right back to me. By way of author photo, we have this:

This is Jodi’s dog, Lady Bird…Jodi tells me Lady Bird is hard at work on her own novel “The Curious Incident of the Human in the Nighttime.” When she finishes, you can bet I’ll interview her too! (I’m betting the answer to the first question will be “toilet water.”)

And here’s JODI COMPTON (in pic and in words):

TDL:   When a reader first sits down with Thieves Get Rich, Saints Get Shot what wine or other beverage (assuming there are other beverages) should they be sipping and why? When they finish the book, what will they want to be drinking?

JC: As Thieves begins, Hailey is in L.A.’s gangland, acting as lieutenant to Serena “WarchildDelgadillo. So readers should drink something a bit downmarket. If possible, go to an urban liquor store and get whatever appeals to you: Corona, vodka and Red Bull, a mini of Jagermeister from behind the cash register. Later, as the book closes, Hailey’s fortunes have taken a turn for the better, but she’s also mourning some significant lost relationships.  So something more expensive and a little valedictory would be good here, probably a fine Scotch.  

TDL: Does Thieves Get Rich, Saints Get Shot feature a beagle and if not, why not? (Seamus demands to know.)

JC: No, no beagles, sorry. Corgis are mentioned, as are Borzois, but they don’t appear in the book.  Dogs appear infrequently in my fiction because the main characters always have such unsettled lives. I told Sara Henry that while I almost never put moral or ethical messages in my fiction — I like to write from a vicarious-living, no-rules standpoint — I didn’t want to have a character own a dog that she obviously isn’t able to spend any time with. I didn’t want to rubber-stamp the message that getting a dog is like buying an appliance.  It’s a commitment.  

TDL:  What was your inspiration for your protagonist? Is this a case of writing what you know? (If so, I’d be a little nervous to meet you in person…)

JC:Hailey is a character who grew out of a geographical place. I was living in San Luis Obispo at the time, a very youth-dominated town (there’s a big state university there).  I lived downtown, right uphill from the shopping-and-bars district, and young people and their music and their fashion and their slang were everywhere. Basically, I projected a lot of San Luis Obispo onto my version of Los Angeles — they’re both towns with a bright, colorful youth culture. No one in HAILEY’S WAR, the first book, is over 24, and in THIEVES, there’s only one character who is (Magnus Ford, a cop in his late 40s).  Underneath the crime storylines, these are books about California and her children.  

TDL: My S.O. Chris, an avid movie fan, says that sequels can be better than the original (see Godfather II, Empire Strikes Back, Lord of the Rings..) but frequently not (see Iron Man 2, Batman Forever, Saw 2 through 645…). But I say “this is about books, what the heck do movies have to do with anything?” Still, it’s a nice lead in to asking you about writing a sequel. Were you nervous about the Empire Striking back?


JC: Sequels and all the other books that come after in a series are usually harder than an original because you’re no longer making up a world from scratch. There are lines you laid out in the first book that you have to stay within. Also, if you’re not writing about a cop or a PI, there’s always the question of how lightning has struck twice (or more) for your character, landing her in the middle of a crime again. THIEVES is no exception. Having said that, I’m pleased with the way the storyline followed naturally from the events of the first book. It took me a while to see the big opening I’d left myself in HAILEY’S WAR to create a plot for THIEVES.  It involves low-tech identity theft; the sale of ID documents on the black market.  I’ll stop there, at risk of creating spoilers.  

TDL: While we’re on movies (I mentioned we were in a car on a long drive between wine tastings when these questions were derived, yes?),  cast the movie for 
Thieves Get Rich, Saints Get Shot.

JC: That’s a tough one.  Actresses young enough to play Hailey are all so dewy: it’s like a career prerequisite for them. Nothing against these young women, but I can’t see Amanda Seyfried or Taylor Swift playing Hailey.  Nor Selena Gomez as Serena.  I think my advice to the casting director would be, “Find some gifted unknowns.”  

People often want to talk about ‘who’d play her in the movie?’ and it’s funny — men in particular always pick their favorite actress regardless of how the character is described.  Guy friends of mine suggested Gwyneth Paltrow or Kate Winslet should play Sarah Pribek, my Minneapolis cop in 37th HOUR and SYMPATHY BETWEEN HUMANS. Nothing against them, but they’re both extremely refined actresses, made for Jane Austen adaptations, whereas I’ve described Sarah as more working-class and athletic. I was thinking more along the lines of Neve Campbell for Sarah, or the Australian actress Claudia Black.  

TDL:  Any advice for struggling writers (which is pretty much any writer other than Stephen King, John Grisham and James Patterson)?

JC: Don’t solely “write what you know.” Write from your imagination, then research what you don’t fully understand.  Stretch your limits.  

Obviously, if you’re Iranian-American in Beverly Hills, you’re probably not the person to write a story from the point of view of an African-American child in Harlem.  But somehow that got twisted into “only write what you’ve personally experienced” which, if you think about it, wipes whole sub-genres off the board: historical fiction, sci-fi, futuristic and dystopian, single writers writing married characters, women writing men or vice-versa … you get the point.

TDL:  You and author Sara J. Henry have the same agent, the same publisher, both love dogs and bikes and now have both been interviewed on this blog. How do we know you are not, in fact, the same person?

JC: Well, first off, there’s another parallel: we also both opened our debut novels with water rescues (mine in the Mississippi River, hers in Lake Champlain).  But the conspiracy runs much deeper than that.  Consider the following: 

Sara Henry is also often mistaken for Sarah Weinman, the mystery critic. I too have parallels to Weinman. I named my first protagonist Sarah. Weinman writes for the L.A. Times; my writing is L.A.-centric. (My last name is Compton, for God’s sake). Weinman gave Hailey’s War, a then little-known novel, a suspiciously good review, and later picked it as one of her favorite crime novels of 2010.  Coincidence? I think not. When you add up the evidence, what becomes clear is that Sara J. Henry, Sarah Weinman and I are ALL the same person.  

TDL: Can you give us a favorite passage from 
Thieves Get Rich, Saints Get Shot?

JC: It seems like Sara Henry already sent you one, and since we’re the same person, who am I to overrule that?
TDL: Seems like this is a good place to insert the link for the excerpt from THIEVES GET RICH, SAINTS GET SHOT.

(the link takes you to “Read it Forward” which is, by the way, a really cool site!).

Thanks, Jodi, for stopping by The Dog Lived (and he reads and writes too!).
Wags & Wine to you!

And to you, my faithful, friendly, wine & dog lovin’ and cancer hatin’ followers, we have a little somethin’ somethin’  as well! Seamus  really enjoys the opportunity to search for toast and pick a winner (remember this winning pick?), so we are once again having a contest! Leave a comment and you’ll be entered to win a signed copy of Thieves Get Rich, Saints Get Shot! How fun is that? Seamus says, lots of fun and would like to point out to you that the more comments you leave, the more toast he gets…so please comment. You have until August 15th!! Perhaps even ask Jodi a question yourself. You never know when she’ll be popping over to TDL and just might answer you!