About the Author
J. Lea Greenfield has been writing stories since the age of ten. Always wanting to write a novel, she made many attempts through the years. Work, family and life in general interrupted her bouts of creativity.
Now retired, she has participated in NaNoWriMo 2012 & 2013, starting 2 very different novels, and finishing them. Through the Door was published in the spring of 2015, and soon after she was offered a contract to write a screenplay of the story.
Through the Door won the Oscar for best screenplay and was awarded the Oscar for Best Picture (2016).
Since then, J. Lea has written 5 adult fiction novels, 4 children’s books, and 3 screenplays, between writing more books in the Through the Door series for the National Historical Society.
She lives on the western slope of the Sierra, with her husband and her dog
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The above is pure fantasy. Dammit!
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It all started when my kids complained when I created a new meal (that they liked), and they requested it for dinner again, I couldn’t remember exactly what I had done the first time. It was rare when all 3 of them wanted the same meal, so I began to write things down.
“I’ll write a cookbook!” I announce to my family.
My mission was to combine the recipes I had saved from newspapers, magazines, post-it’s, and stolen from friends and relatives. My recipe file box was so crammed, that I got rid of the box and transferred the mess into file folders.
Now I can’t find a damned thing.
That was 19 years ago. My kids are in their 30’s and live elsewhere. One of them will call me from time to time, asking how to make such and such, and I think about the cobwebs and dust on my cookbook. Do I give up and buy a bigger recipe box? Or do I get off my butt and get ‘er done?
Opportunity to work on various writing projects came about when I moved into my mom’s house last summer. I moved in my recipe files and draft cookbook. I now have access to mom’s recipe box – stuffed with recipes from her childhood. Old favorites both she and I forgotten about. Excited and motivated, I resurrected the project and began to experiment on my new victims. I would finally finish my cookbook and pass it down to my kids and grand-kids.
How naïve of me. My time is not my own here – mom needs a lot of attention, as does my telecommute agreement with work. And then I discovered the joys of blogging. I need more spare time!
This 3-day weekend I will attempt to make progress on my little cookbook. I’ll keep you posted (pun intended). I may even pass along a recipe or two…