Blog Tour: SHYLA'S INITIATIVE by Barbara Casey

 

SHYLA’S INITIATIVE

Barbara Casey

 

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GENRE:  Fiction

 

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BLURB:

 

Thirty-five-year-old novelist, Shyla Wishon, fears that her life is spinning out of control since her recent marriage to Carl Cores. First, her overbearing new mother-in-law moves to Florida in order to be close to her son, followed by a steady stream of visiting relatives who become a constant intrusion on what was once her time to write. To make matters worse, Carl’s two grown daughters refuse to have anything to do with her, and even though Carl has a good job, bills are starting to pile up.

 

Shyla tries to cheerfully accept the responsibilities that come with a new marriage and the inevitable adjustments, but the stress is leaving her with constant migraines, a lack of energy, and, worst of all, a loss of creativity.

 

Shyla leaves her home in West Palm Beach to spend two weeks in Naples where she teaches creative writing each summer at the Ibis Institute of Writing. When she arrives, her friend, Jayne Sinclare, president of Ibis, invites Shyla to join her for lunch. Mariela Fanjul, whose family has just donated $100,000 to the Institute, and the Fanjul family attorney, Terry Sawyer, who is a big fan of Shyla’s published work, are also invited. Mariela Fanjul has signed up for Shyla’s course, and is writing a novel based on her family’s Cuban heritage and their Santerian beliefs.

 

As Shyla works with Mariela, she becomes entangled in the ancient Regla de Ocha involving soul transference and animal sacrifice. It is through these beliefs and a remarkable series of events that eventually allow Shyla to escape her present life and become a totally new person.

 

 

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Excerpt Three:

 

Shyla noticed that there had also been a change in Carl’s attitude and temperament as well as her own. Before they were married, they had been able to talk about everything, the good as well as the bad. Nothing was unfixable because the two of them were pulling together toward the same goal. Now she had the feeling Carl was keeping things from her, turning to his mother instead. It was making her defensive and suspicious. The intimacy they had shared in the beginning of their relationship wasn’t as strong now, if it was there at all. Carl still said and did the same things. He frequently told her how much he loved her, and he usually did little things around the house like help vacuum or do the dishes. He was wonderful at fixing things when they got broken as well. But he seemed impatient; he became irritated easily. She felt a distance—an awkwardness—between them now that hadn’t been there before, and it made her uncomfortable and jittery. It were as though she was being snatched from her own life and forced to live another. Somehow each of the many defining layers that she had carefully nurtured and added over the years to complete her identity at this point in her life were gradually being stripped away and sacrificed, one by one, just like the petals from a flower. The person who was left had headaches and anxiety. The person who was left, she didn’t even recognize.

 

She remembered reading once that when someone is faced with a sudden loss of a loved one, the overwhelming feeling is that of helplessness and isolation. She had felt that way when her first husband died of a heart attack. One moment he was healthy and vibrant; the next, he was dead. For months after his death Shyla existed in a state of semi-conscious numbness—seeing and hearing and even responding to everything going on around her, but feeling nothing. That was what was happening now, only she was the one who had died. She didn’t want to feel this way or to be left out; she had too much to give. After all, the reason for getting married in the first place was because she and Carl loved each other and wanted to share as much together as possible. But this feeling of secrecy and separation and the constant demands from the outside on her time and energy was beginning to take its toll on her health and her marriage.

 

She knew that her resentment toward her mother-in-law was building because of Pilar’s unrelenting requests of Carl. The woman didn’t seem to understand or care that she and Carl might want time for themselves. Shyla tried hard to suppress those feelings, though. After all, Pilar was Carl’s mother. They had only just reunited a few months earlier after being estranged for years. Shyla could see how Pilar would want to spend as much time as possible with her son. What bothered Shyla, though, was that she seemed to want to relive the past, without Shyla, and to pick up where she and her son had left off as though nothing had changed. But things were changed. For one thing, Carl was now married to Shyla.

 

As a writer, it was natural for Shyla to keep things inside of her, avoiding conflict except when she expressed it on paper. She would keep this inside of her and deal with it the best she could. What she couldn’t suppress, however, were the headaches which were frequently followed by severe anxiety. Out of everything, the one thing that frightened her the most was the feeling she was losing control. Always before she had a plan on how to move forward, no matter how bad things were—even when her first husband died. Now she felt frustrated and weak. She couldn’t make decisions and her energy had plummeted. Looking back she realized she had been struggling with this for over six months, and still she was losing control.

 

The worst part of it was feeling that somehow in losing control over her life, she had also lost her ability to write. She was convinced of it. Just as she would start to work on an idea for a new short story or perhaps the outline of a novel, something would come up—another visiting relative, more errands to run, another meal to cook, and more bills to pay. There were always more bills. It felt as though a door had been slammed inside of her, and behind that door just beyond her reach was her creativity. She would go through the same routine each morning, getting Carl off to work, the breakfast dishes done, beds made, house straightened, and then go upstairs to her office. When before she would crank out at least fifteen hundred words a day with regularity, now she would sit in front of her computer and stare at the blank screen until the worry of having to run errands or cook dinner took over. She hated it. And she couldn’t blame anyone but herself. That was one of the reasons why she had insisted on going to Naples and teaching the class at Ibis. It was the annual summer retreat, and maybe by being around other writers again she could somehow unlock that door. It would be good to see her friend, Jayne Sinclaire, again as well. It had been much too long.

 

 

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 THE TRANSFERENCE OF SHYLA’S SOUL

 

Thirty-five-year-old novelist, Shyla Wishon, fears that her life is spinning out of control since her recent marriage to Carl Cores.  First, her overbearing new mother-in-law moves to Florida in order to be close to her son, followed by a steady stream of visiting relatives who become a constant intrusion on what was once her time to write.  To make matters worse, Carl’s two grown daughters refuse to have anything to do with her, and even though Carl has a good job, bills are starting to pile up.

          This is the situation Shyla finds herself in as she packs to leave her home in West Palm Beach and drive to Naples where she teaches a writing course each summer. On the way, she decides to stop by Carl’s office to try to smooth things over from their latest argument. When she gets to his office, she finds him in the embrace of his office-mate—an attractive Hispanic woman.

          Completely devastated, she rushes out and heads for Naples. What she doesn’t realize is that she has been chosen by the orishas, those emissaries who rule over every force of nature and every aspect of human life, to become the high priestess of the ancient Santerian religion Regla de Ocha. Traditionally, this has been passed down through the generations, grandmother to mother, mother to daughter. But the daughter has an incurable illness, and a new woman—Shyla—will have to replace her. Since Shyla isn’t in the blood line, the only way this can be accomplished is through soul transference.

          The scene below describes what happens when the soul transference takes place. Shyla is driving through a rain storm to Naples, and the driver of the red sports car is Mariela Fanjul. She has signed up for Shyla’s course, and is writing a novel based on her family’s Cuban heritage and their Santerian beliefs.

 

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The thunder rumbled a little louder and the wind picked up out of the west as the rain continued hammering the roof of Shyla’s car. She was reminded of the night her first husband died while she stood by helplessly watching the paramedics as they futilely attempted to resuscitate him, and how only a few weeks later Hurricane Andrew slammed into the southeast coast of Florida. Her parents were living in Homestead at the time, but had come up to stay with her since she was alone and all the forecasts were predicting the storm to make landfall at West Palm Beach. It was two days later that they learned about the “wobble” in the storm’s path, ironically sparing West Palm Beach but causing a direct hit on Homestead. She and her parents drove south, dodging felled trees, live electrical wires, and tons of trash and debris littering the highway until they eventually reached the pile of rubble that had once been her parents’ home. Even the bark had been stripped from what remained of the trees. The sun was so bright that day, it seemed garish and mocking, shining on so much devastation. Everything was eerily quiet and still. There was no sign of life anywhere other than a dog who was rolling in the dirt nearby yelping either from injury or from the shock of having everything familiar and loved snatched away by something it didn’t understand. This memory, too, like the others, slowly disappeared into the darkness.

For a moment, she stepped outside of herself, observing and mentally recording. Even as a child she had been the one to remain on the outside of whatever was happening so she could watch the interaction of people and events take place. Many times she wondered if that childish curiosity, and her ability to remove herself from any situation in order to objectively observe and scrutinize it, is what had determined that she be a writer. Or had she been born a writer, and that was the reason for her passion to observe life separate and apart. That was the place where she was now. Separate and apart. She watched her hands gripping the steering wheel, she felt the warmth of the tears on her face, she observed the blinking lights of on-coming traffic. And she felt an unbearable, crippling pain, like that yelping dog after the storm.

Shyla reached the city limits of Naples, but she didn’t notice. Neither did she notice the pick-up truck skidding through the intersection as she approached it, just before it slammed into the small red sports car. She had fallen back into the dark hole where she couldn’t feel or think. Only when the airbag exploded into her breasts, crushing her chest and ribs, did she realize she had been involved in an accident.

 

 

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Originally from Kane, Illinois, author/agent/publisher Barbara Casey attended the University of North Carolina, N.C. State University, and N.C. Wesleyan College where she received a BA degree, summa cum laude, with a double major in English and history.  In 1978 she left her position as Director of Public Relations and Vice President of Development at North Carolina Wesleyan College to write full time and develop her own manuscript evaluation and editorial service.  In 1995 she established the Barbara Casey Agency and since that time has represented authors from the United States, Great Britain, Canada, and Japan. In 2014, she became a partner with Strategic Media Books, an independent nonfiction publisher of true crime, where she oversees acquisitions, day-to-day operations, and book production.

 

Ms. Casey has written close to two dozen award-winning books of fiction and nonfiction for both young adults and adults. The awards include the National Association of University Women Literary Award, the Sir Walter Raleigh Literary Award, the Independent Publisher Book Award, the Dana Award for Outstanding Novel, the IPPY Best Book for Regional Fiction, the Book Excellence Award, among others. Several of her books have been optioned for major films.

 

Her award-winning articles, short stories, and poetry for adults have appeared in both national and international publications including the North Carolina Christian Advocate Magazine, The New East Magazine, the Raleigh (N.C.) News and Observer, the Rocky Mount (N.C.) Sunday Telegram, Dog Fancy, ByLine, The Christian Record, Skirt! Magazine, and True Story.  A thirty-minute television special which Ms. Casey wrote and coordinated was broadcast on WRAL, Channel 5, in Raleigh, North Carolina.  She also received special recognition for her editorial work on the English translations of Albanian children’s stories. Her award-winning science fiction short stories for adults are featured in The Cosmic Unicorn and CrossTime science fiction anthologies.  Ms. Casey's essays and other works appear in The Chrysalis Reader, the international literary journal of the Swedenborg Foundation, 221 One-Minute Monologues from Literature (Smith and Kraus Publishers), and A Cup of Comfort (Adams Media Corporation).

 

Ms. Casey is a former director of BookFest of the Palm Beaches, Florida, where she served as guest author and panelist.  She has served as judge for the Pathfinder Literary Awards in Palm Beach and Martin Counties, Florida, and was the Florida Regional Advisor for the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators from 1991 through 2003.  In 2018 Ms. Casey received the prestigious Albert Nelson Marquis Lifetime Achievement Award and Top Professional Award for her extensive experience and notable accomplishments in the field of publishing and other areas. She makes her home on the top of a mountain in northwest Georgia with three cats who adopted her: Homer, Reese, and Earl Gray - Reese’s best friend.

 

http://www.barbaracaseyauthor.com

 

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