Thursday, October 21, 2010

A Little Taste (The Sabor a Mi Slideshow)

I love taking pictures. This time, instead of a trailer, I decided to do a slide show, using my own photos to tell a portion of the story of Melody Walker and Raimundo (Ray) Santos. Many thanks to Shelia Goss for making my idea come to life.

I had a lot of fun putting it together, giving readers a visual to match, and tagging the photos with direct quotes from the storyline. Those of you who live in DC might have seen that uptown street sign or the little market on Columbia Road. And some of the shots will resonate with anyone who’s ever been a tourist in this beautiful city.

So here it is. With few exceptions the pictures are all mine. I must confess that I did take liberties with Ray’s Miami home. Actually, I took that picture last September on Virgin Gorda in the British Virgin Islands. When I was writing the story, the lush green landscape and the white garden gate were exactly the way I pictured the grounds of Ray’s romantic hideaway.
(When you click on the video, it will start at the beginning, I promise) Enjoy!

Friday, September 24, 2010

Sabor a Mi?

More than once, I’ve been asked about the title of my novella. “Why did you name it Sabor a Mi? Where does it come from? And what does it mean?” In reverse order, it means “a taste of me” and I blame it all on Gloria Estefan and Jose Feliciano. Years ago, I found their live duet on WinMx, a free, but virus-laden music download site. It was wonderful, but how could it be anything less with those two singing their hearts out? I heard it again, this time at a Mexican resort (yes, that same resort visited by Melody and her friend in Sabor a M). And yes, with the exception of her heartbreaking revelation, a lot of what happened in Mexico was true - even the appearance of that “sexy senior” - but ask me later. I've posted a picture of the resort, bu somewhere there are more photos to prove it (lol).

The last time I found the song was on iTunes. I’d been given a Nano and was busy downloading every kind of music I loved. Again, as in my novella, the version by Mexican singer Luis Miguel was at the top of the list. There are no other words to describe him – he has the voice of an angel. I have since downloaded ten of his songs, and like Melody, although I’m lost in translation I can sing each of them phonetically. It’s no surprise that many of them are on my “most played” list, especially Armando Manzanero’s Medley (I’ve got Feliciano’s version as well). Since then I’ve taken group and private salsa lessons. But I need to learn the Viennese Waltz and have a ballroom party just so I can dance to both of these romantic and beautiful songs.

And what does any of this have to do with mambo, salsa and the story of Raimundo and Melody? Well, you'll just have to read Sabor a Mi to find out!