What a whirlwind week this has been! I can’t remember when I’ve been more enthusiastic about writing done and writing planned!
In the first six days post release, the copies have flown off my shelf and out of Amazon and B&N faster than I’ve experienced with previous books! And I already have 3 reviews on Amazon – ALL FIVE-STARS! It’s so exciting to watch and get feedback from readers. The giveaway contest on-line certainly didn’t hurt, but that was only 10 books. Thanks to all of you for showing interest (and those of you who went ahead and bought a book when your name wasn’t drawn for the giveaway)!
Please remember to post a review on Amazon &/or Goodreads. And a favorable note on Facebook certainly can’t hurt!
So, while The Eyes Have It has monopolized most of my attention for a couple of weeks, my Armenian historical fiction has never been far from my mind. I found my mind wandering to why I started it in the first place.
It started with an ancestry search that led me here, to the church where I was raised. Sadly, it no longer serves a congregation, but the building has not yet been sold, which is what made my visit possible.
As I wandered around and through the church and my memories, I came across the cornerstone that dated the completion of the church in 1916. The church congregation first came together in 1906, but underwent a series of changes before this church was built.
And then there were the windows, the catalyst that drew me into the world of my ancestors and their early experiences in America following their flight from the massacres by the Ottoman Turks.
As a child, upon entering the church, I felt a sense of awe and warmth. As I walked toward the altar during this visit, I felt that same sense of peace and comfort. I knew right then that I would write about it. I simply didn’t know exactly what. Since that day, nearly a year ago, I’ve immersed myself in Armenian culture, in stories of the few early church members who are still alive, and those of the generations that followed the early arrivals. I’ve reconnected with people I’ve not talked with in years, and brought together family members that were scattered for decades. This coming weekend I will spend in the Boston area with members of the Essegian/Mahakian extended family, visiting the Genocide Memorial in Boston, returning to the Armenian Museum in Watertown, having dinner at Ani’s in Watertown, and wrapping up the festivities with a family feast at the home of one of my cousins. And yes, the feast will be Armenian food.
I don’t know where this story is taking me yet. But I know it’s a journey that was meant to be.