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This just in: a review in PW for JUST BREATHE. Publishers Weekly has always been good to me. Even when the review is less than a rave, the critique is fair as opposed to gratuitously snarky. This one…ahhh. I can quit holding my breath: 


Just Breathe
Wiggs, Susan (Author)

ISBN: 0778325776
Mira Books
Published 2008-09
Hardcover, $24.95 (400p)
Fiction | General

Reviewed 2008-07-21







Bestselling author Wiggs (Snowfall at Willow Lake) keeps her romance reputation going with this feel-good story of a wronged woman who gets out on her own and gets going. Sarah Moon, a comic-strip writer, is happily married to Jack Daly-until she comes home to find him entwined and naked with a business associate he had badmouthed to her just hours earlier. After five years of marriage, including months of infertility treatments because of Jack’s cancer, infidelity is the last straw, and Sarah pack ups and leaves Chicago for her hometown of Glenmuir, Calif. Sarah uses her comic strip, Just Breathe, to vent her frustration and relieve her stress. The character, Shirl, is undergoing fertility treatments, getting a divorce and moving back in with her mom. (Comic strips open each section of the novel). And in Glenmuir, lo and behold, Sarah’s dreams come true. She finds out she’s pregnant, and begins a friendship with her high school nemesis, Will Bonner, who’s now the town fire captain and a single dad whose lonely daughter reminds Sarah of herself as a young girl. Wiggs takes serious situations and weaves them into an emotionally wrought story that will have readers reaching for the Kleenex one moment and snickering out loud the next. (Sept.)







     In stores now! Here’s a beautiful reissue of fan favorite Summer by the Sea, a novel about food, family and second chances. It’s the beginning of another season in the seaside resort town of Winslow, Rhode Island, and Rosa Capoletti is given the chance to rediscover the pleasures of love and laughter, food and wine, friendship and romance . . . And readers are treated to a full menu of kitchen-tested recipes, including Pasta Fazool and Ricotta Cheese Sugar Cookies. I loved writing this book, an affirmation that in love, as in life, there are always second chances.
Note: The new edition has some bonus material—a special preview and a coupon for $2 off Just Breathe, coming August 26th. There’s also a sneak preview of this upcoming book here and a beautiful reading group guide here. Enjoy, and don’t forget to use the coupon!
In honor of my favorite niece, here’s a recipe for Tonno al aglio. We had it in Amalfi, and here’s my version: 
Combine one can of good-quality tuna (drained) with 3-4 Tablespoons olive oil, 1 Tablespoon lemon juice, 2 Tablespoons capers, some grated lemon peel and a pinch of red pepper flakes. Season with sea salt. Serve on endive leaves, garnished with strips of roasted red pepper, crusty Italian bread on the side and a glass of Pinot Grigiot Friuli. Even better if you serve it on Italian pottery.


Okay, this wasn’t supposed to be the next post in the lengthy “backstory” saga, but I have some notes about the title of this book. I don’t usually come up with the final title for a book right away. This novel had a lot of working titles. I’ve forgotten most of them, but here’s my favorite:

Daddy Take My Kidney, Lover Take My Heart. This was a suggestion by one of my favorite writers, Ellen Recknor. But it gives away too much and it’s too funny. I have no problem with humor except this book is way more drama than comedy. Eventually I came up with:

The You I Never Knew. This was one of those lucky titles that occurred to me out of the blue. Later, another of my favorite writers, Barbara Dawson Smith, sent me a clip from People about an 80s pop star who meets “the son he never knew.” They ran a picture of the sixteen-year-old kid and the dad he finally found, and the similarity was eerie. Life imitates art?

The title works on several levels. We have Michelle, estranged from her former-Hollywood-icon father since she was seventeen. Now an adult single mother, she reunites with him for both the best and worst of reasons. They don’t know each other anymore, and for both of them, the future depends on fixing the situation.

There’s another storyline for this title as well. Cody, her teenage son, is in full-on rebellion mode, and one of the things he’s struggling with is his identity. Is it important to know where your DNA comes from? Or is there something else at work? Cody and his biological father, Sam, have never known each other, a choice Michelle has struggled with all Cody’s life. Now father and son meet for the first time, and the situation explodes.

So the title tells a lot about the story, but even before the reader knows anything about the plot, it’s appealing. When a manuscript is shopping for a publisher, an appealing title can separate it from the pack.

There are tributes to Randy Pausch all over the world, so it seems a little redundant to put them here, but bear with me. I loved his last lecture, which reminded me so much of what I loved about my years as a teacher. Randy was the finest sort of teacher. He could take the most obvious and mundane bit of wisdom or common sense and turn it into something profound. Something a listener could take as a life lesson. He managed to turn a one-man lecture into a moving tribute to life, learning, passion and love. My favorite Randy story is the May 18, 2008 entry on his blog. He gave the charge to the graduates of Carnegie Mellon. As usual, his brief remarks left an indelible impression on everyone who listened. Here’s a short video of the charge.

Publishing a novel is such a personally revealing, emotionally risky thing to do. I always worry when a book hits the stands–did I show too much? Go too far? Will readers see too much of my heart? From now on, I’m going to remember the remarks of Randy Pausch–when you get to the end of your life, you won’t regret the risks you took, the things that embarrassed you or made you look silly; you’ll be glad you followed your passion.

 Dudes! The Baltimore Symphony has created the Dead Symphony No. 6, a tribute to the music of the Grateful Dead. It like, totally, reminded me of my favorite Dead song ever, China Doll. I miss Jerry Garcia! Here’s the link to the YouTube:

I listen to music while I write, and each book has its own particular sound track. “China Doll” is about to join the playlist for my work-in-progress, Lakeshore Christmas. Anna Nalick’s “Breathe 2AM” inspired a whole book, including the title, Just Breathe.

Who’s watching this? We are having fast times at Camp Wiggs (visiting niece & nephew) and we are hooked. It’s called “I Survived a Japanese Game Show” and it is awesome.
Where else can you see grown men and women dressed in diapers, duking it out for $? My highbrow entertainment suggestion du jour–Tuesdays, on ABC.

Real quick–the good folks at Bookreporter are giving away JUST BREATHE!

 Win a Copy of JUST BREATHE by Susan Wiggs for Your Group

We are celebrating the release of Just Breathe by Susan Wiggs — a story about life, love and new beginnings — with a special contest. Ten readers will have the opportunity to each win one advance reading copy of Just Breathe, which will be in stores on September 1st, for their group.
More About Just Breathe:
After her marriage abruptly ends, cartoonist Sarah Moon flees to the small northern California coastal town where she grew up — a place she couldn’t wait to leave. As she comes to terms with her lost marriage, Sarah encounters a man she never expected to meet again: Will Bonner, the high school heartthrob she’d skewered mercilessly in her old comics. But just as her heart is about to reawaken, Sarah discovers she is pregnant — with her ex’s twins.
Click here to read all the contest details.
Click here for the reading group guide.




Great blue heron photo by Mike Siegel

So Mike came over to take some photos of the house for a magazine article. He’s a talented photographer, and here’s one of his recent images. I love this shot because it shows how truly blue a blue heron is.

great blue heron on my beach

great blue heron on my beach

In contrast, here’s a shot of a heron on my beach. Nice lines, but you can’t see how blue it truly is.

This heron seems to be territorial because I see it here a lot. It’s the most patient of hunters, standing as still as a statue for the longest time before it strikes.

Sonny finds a way to escape Barkis.

Sonny finds a way to escape Barkis.

There’s a heron statue in my pool. Here’s a shot of Sonny, who swims over to the rock to escape Barkis, who refuses to get wet.

We interrupt this blog to remind you: GO SEE MAMMA MIA! This is my favorite kind of movie, the kind that drives snobby critics nuts because we love it so much that we completely ignore them. They’re going to complain about the thin plot line (Hello? It’s a musical comedy, guys, based on ABBA songs, ferpetesake) and some will even critique Pierce Brosnan’s singing. True, he can’t sing, but he does it with utter sincerity, like when your husband sings to you.

It’s just a totally good time. Yeah, go ahead and leave your husband at home messing with the air compressor or hitting golf balls into the Sound or whatever guys do when you leave them alone.

The perfect dates for this movie are your best friend and your 11-year-old niece. If there’s a better movie moment this summer than “Dancing Queen” in this movie, I will strap on my mother’s platform boots!

Where was I? Yes–How The You I Never Knew made it from my head to the printed page. It’s convoluted; bear with me.

So I had this big finished manuscript, around 120,000 words, a story from the heart that I really liked. But it was neither fish nor fowl. It wasn’t a historical romance, where I was finally finding some success. And it wasn’t one of the currently popular romantic suspense novels. It was…just a novel. But a good one, I thought.

My agent at the time (1996; we parted ways shortly afterward and I signed with the perfect-for-me agent) was in charge of pitching the book. There was a serious lack of communication about this process and according to this agent, no offer was forthcoming from my current publisher, so the plan was to take the book elsewhere. After several more mismatches (remember, I don’t believe in rejection, only in mismatches), it wound up in the hands of a really terrific editor who was then at Warner. (Now Grand Central Publishing.) Claire Zion is thoughtful, creative, meticulous and hands-on, which worked very well for me, particularly with this new direction. There were several things she did so wonderfully for this book. First, she acquired it for the publisher. Then she meticulously edited it–and then edited my rewrites. I switched part of the book from a first-person, present-tense narrative to third-past. She sent it to copy editing twice. I know many writers who would rather set their hair on fire than go through the wringer on a book like that, but I like a lot of input, particularly when I’m trying something new.

Finally, after quite some time, we got the book whipped into shape. The rest is a snap, right? The heavy lifting is over. This is when the writer gets to kick back, relax and enjoy the ride to the bookstores, right?

Sometimes, that’s exactly right. In my case, it was dead wrong. Disaster struck–stay tuned. I’ll post about the disaster and rising from the ashes tomorrow.

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