Today is another day spent at the university. I must also begin contacting folks I know and media in Mobile, Alabama.  This is a photo I use for most press releases.

Last Thursday, I presented my Jim Limber program at the elementary and middle schools of Honey Grove, Texas. Below is a nice review and endorsement of my program.

Subject: [tlc] Great Author Visit
From:    “Beverly Herriage” <baherriage@honeygroveisd.net>
Date:    Mon, October 1, 2007 2:48 pm
To:      “Texas Library Connection” <tlc@txla.org>
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We had  an excellent author visit last Thursday, Sept. 27, 2007 at our
elementary and middle school campuses.  Mr. Rickey Pittman gave a
wonderful presentation for students in grades 3-8.  He shared his
knowledge and love of the history of the Civil War time period with the
children.  He gave a booktalk about  his recently published children’s
book JIM LIMBER DAVIS:  A BLACK ORPHAN IN THE CONFEDERATE WHITE HOUSE, played his guitar and sang songs of the Civil War time period, told of his
involvement in reenactments of Civil War Battles, and let the children
view his Civil War artifacts. He encouraged the students to read, write
and do research.
Students and faculty are asking for another visit from Mr. Pittman, so you
know his performance was extra special.  IT WAS THAT SPECIAL PROGRAM EACH
LIBRARIAN WANTS THEIR STUDENTS TO EXPERIENCE!!

Mr. Pittman’s awards :
*Jefferson Davis Historical Gold Medal, May 13, 2005.  (Presented by the
United
Daughters of the Confederacy  in recognition of excellence in research and
writing in published writing.)
*Bonnie Blue Society, May 26, 2006.  (Presented by the Sons of Confederate
Veterans in
recognition of scholarly research and published literature.)
*Meritorious service Medal, in recognition of exceptionally meritorious
service to the sons of Confederate Veterans, July 26, 2007.

Contact Information:
rickeyp@bayou.com

This review was printed in ForeWord Magazine:  Reviews of Good Books. It’s a magazine that goes to many, many librarians. You can see the article online here:

http://www.forewordmagazine.com/reviews/viewreviews.aspx?reviewID=3988 

Jim Limber Davis: A Black Orphan in the Confederate White House
by: Rickey Pittman, author; Judith Hierstein, illustrator

Issue Month: September/October 2007
Category: Children’s Picture Book
Publisher: Pelican Publishing Company
Color illustrations, 32 pages, Hardcover $15.95
ISBN: 9781589804357

It’s easy to dismiss Jefferson Davis as simply the President of the Confederacy, which fought to uphold slavery. Children and adults alike may be surprised, therefore, to learn that Jefferson Davis and his compassionate family adopted a young African American orphan, Jim Limber Davis. Based on actual events, this picture book portrays how the First Lady of the Confederacy, Varina Davis, rescued the boy after witnessing a brutal beating by his owner. Jim quickly became an endearing and legitimate member of the Confederate White House when the Davises registered him as a free black child and became his guardians. With Davis’s eventual capture, however, came house arrest for the rest of the family and the kidnapping of Jim by Yankee soldiers.

An active member of the Sons of Confederate Veterans and Civil War reenactor, the author is well-suited for this subject. Pittman has written plays, nonfiction, poetry, and short stories, and was a grand prize winner of the Ernest Hemingway Short Story Competition. Illustrator Hierstein teaches digital and video arts and has illustrated the Toby Belfer Series and The Pilgrims’ Thanksgiving from A to Z. Her muted watercolors, some based on existing photographs, convey the range of emotions throughout the narration. They also depict many contrasts, from the grand interior and exterior of the Confederate White House, to a forced life in a Confederate camp when the Yankees seized Richmond; from a very young, simply clothed Jim and his parents on the title page, to the Davis’s fine fashion featured in the rest of the book.

An epilogue for adults explains that Jim’s disappearance remains one of the great remaining unsolved mysteries of the Civil War. The author’s engaging story format never deviates from historical facts, yet handles the issue of slavery in a manner that is appropriate for upper elementary-aged children. This little-known, eye-opening account of Jim Limber Davis raises many intriguing questions. Pittman knows how to keep history alive.

Review by: Angela Leeper

I thought I had better post something this morning as I have three university classes to teach this afternoon and tonight (I’m so not ready for them) and gadzillions of chores to do. Tomorrow, I’ll get to seriously work on more promotions for my books.  I watched Shakespeare in Love (a fine movie) again, thought about how writers need muses and thought I’d post this poem.

Kissed by My Muse

In New Orleans, nine streets are named for the Muses,
I’ll know their names now, since I met you.
I’ve searched for you, Muse,
So many years, in so many ways,
I’d almost forsaken my quest to find you,
Thinking you imaginary, not of this earth,
And then there you were,
In the flesh, and that one
Meeting changed everything for me.
You took a Muse’s role seriously,
And you set me to work, and now
I cannot write enough.

I know now where the power of a Muse lies,
It’s in her kiss . . .
And with the first one,
I lost myself completely.
Your kiss is unlike any other,
And you tease and test me,
Knowing this divine spark
Is insatiable and has no limits,
I will never love you enough,
I could never kiss you enough.

Do not injure my heart by
Comparing me to other men, Muse,
Please, do not abandon me,
For you are my last chance,
And to keep you with me forever,
You know I would prostrate myself
And kiss your feet.
You know, how lost I am in your lips,
How my heart aches without you near me.
Yes, I am kissed by a Muse, and I
Feel now like a man.
I so worship you.
Let this verse be my prayer,
And my heart the sacrifice.

Good News: I’ve been asked to be the special guest author at the Barnes and Noble in Mobile Alabama, Tuesday, October 16, 4:00-7:00 p.m. Educators that attend receive a 25% discount on classroom and personal purchases, 10% on CDs and DVDs. They can enter to win a $500.00 Barnes & Noble gift card, win door prizes, and enjoy light refreshments. It should be quite an evening. I am so looking forward to it! I’ll be presenting the Jim Limber Story in Confederate uniform and performing some Civil War and Scots-Irish tunes with my guitar.  Hopefully, I’ll book some schools to make my presentation in the future.

Today has been spent working, trying to catch up from being out of town for a week.  I’ve tons of work to do yet, so I better get back to it.

I left my parents’ house at 7:30 this morning and just arrived at the Hastings Bookstore in Mount Pleasant. This is the first Hastings I’ve had a signing for. Nice staff. I just sat down and set up my table with a cup of their Hardback Café Coffee. They have wireless! I’m looking forward to my day here. After I finish up (i.e., sell all my books they ordered) I’ll be heading back to Louisiana.

I finished my signing at the Books-A-Million in Sherman about 9:30 pm last night. It was another sell-out–every book of mine in the store signed and sold.  I also set up a signing at the Grapevine BAM and another one at the Sherman BAM. I also set up one at a new bookstore in Thibodeaux, Cherry Books. One event coming up that looks like it will be a really big one will be at the Barnes and Noble in Mobile, Alabama, for their teacher appreciation night. I can’t wait! I’m dizzy with so much to do, but this is the work of a writer.

I’m working on a collection of poems based on the horoscope. Here is the poem for Virgo. Happy belated birthday, Virgo!

Virgo

The 6th House

She is Virgo, maiden,
She lies on the horizon,
Palm branch and wheat sheaves
In her hands,
Her Face to the east,
Never far from the sun,
Bordered by Berenice’s hair
And Libra’s scales.
Her eyes are binary stars,
Her heart, a supernova,
Exploding in April’s spring skies.

Virgo is . . .
A Constellation known by its particulars,
Centered on a single bright star
Only seen near dawn.
Mysteries lie within her complexity–
Bayer stars, of variable magnitude,
Stars of white, red, and delicate yellow,
Lining dark dust lanes of memory and time.
Within her bosom are
Cluster galaxies, meteor showers,
And stories and secrets
I still don’t know.

My heart on earth,
Like an obsessed Kabalist,
I search the heavens for you.
Men say you are Demeter,
Wronged goddess of Justice,
Weaving a restless
Journey in the sun’s path.
The earth shivers as you
Weep in the winter
Searching for your lost child.

They say, you are Isis,
Mother-goddess, protector of
The living and the dead
Others, call you Ishtar,
The ambitious, aggressive,
Demanding goddess of love.
To the Hebrews, Bethulah,
To the Hindus, Kauni,
It doesn’t matter.
I am your priest,
I am your slave,
And I will be forever.

Lady, you are my goddess, my Virgo.
Empowered by your own beauty and wisdom,
You drifted into my life
And released the energy of your being.
Maiden, my Virgo,
Rational and precise,
Meticulous and efficient,
Witty and charming,
Perceptive and insightful,
Bold, sensual and seductive,
You have dazzled me,
Your smile is a light that
Strikes the hard flint of my heart.
The sparks surprise me,
And the beauty of your
Body numbs me.
You kiss my cheek and whisper,
“Tell me, tell me all.”

One morning,
You were gone.
The earth, with its cruelty and hate,
Its war and loss,
Was too much to bear, and
You joined the gods in the sky.
Now, you lie in the sky,
Your face to the east.

I want to lie with you there,
As your friend,
As your lover,
Whatever you want me to be.
Each dawn, I think of you—only you.
And some mornings, I see your star.

Wow, what a week! Probably the most intense and busiest I’ve had since I decided to be a full-time writer. (Well, almost full-time. I still teach some university classes). I guess my last post was Tuesday night. After teaching my university classes Wednesday, I drove to Jefferson, Texas where I was the featured author/speaker of the evening for the Friends of the Library there. This is a super group–large in number, excited and supportive of literacy and the library there. Wonderful folks. We met at the historic Excelsior House Hotel. You can read more about this really cool place here: http://theexcelsiorhouse.com/

I left the Excelsior House about 8:45 p.m. and drove to my parents’ house in Kemp, Oklahoma. I snatched a few hours’ sleep and was at the Honey Grove schools by 8:15 a.m. I made 6 presentations Thursday, three at the elementary school (3,4, &5th grades) and three at the middle school (6,7, & 8th grades). Long day, but I had so much fun. The music portion of my program seems to be especially popular with both students and teachers. Some of the teachers told me that they heard the kids singing some of the songs we did throughout the day: “Come Back, Katie,” “Cindy,” and “Goober Peas.”

This morning, I’m at Panera’s Bakery and Deli in Sherman, Texas. They have great wireless and coffee. In a few minutes, I’ll begin my signing at the Books-A-Million here. As usual, I’ll try to stay until the books are all sold. I still can’t believe that all my Books-A-Million signings have been sell-outs (or close to sell-outs). I’m trying hard to build up a good circuit for my book signings. I think by next year, the way things are going I’ll have a circuit of 200-300 stores. Enough to keep any writer busy.

Tomorrow, I’ll be at the Hastings Bookstore in Mount Pleasant, Texas. From there I’ll drive back to Louisiana and recoup and regroup for the next week’s round of activity. My next post will likely not be till late Saturday night.
It’s been a brutal schedule, but if you know me, you know that I love my work.

Today, starting at 7:30 am, I was at the Assumption Parish Media Center where I presented my Jim Limber/Civil War Program to the gifted middle-school students. Then, I went across the street to the high school and presented the same program to the gifted and talented students there. The quality of the gifted students and the hard pwork of the gifted teachers truly amazed me.  Tonight, I was the featured guitar/vocal entertainment for the Assumption Parish Friends of the Library, and I also made a Jim Limber presentation to them, as well as previewing my soon to be published with Pelican, Stories of the Confederate South.  Overall, it was a great day for  sales and and because of the many talented and interesting teachers, students, and friends of the library I met. I returned home at 12:45 am, tired, but too wired to go to sleep. I must retire soon however, as I have college classes to teach tomorrow and then must be on my way to the Friends of the Library in Jefferson, Texas. I will take my laptop (which I realized has my whole life in it now, and the lives of some others!) but I don’t know when or if I’ll be able to post between now and Saturday night.

I must say that no one can cook like people in south Louisiana.  I ate way too much. But how can one turn down that good food? And also, folks there are some of the friendliest people I’ve ever met.  My book work is going well: I just received confirmation of the three signings in the Mobile area with Books-A-Million. I’ll post more on my signing schedule later.

To say I’m feeling overwhelmed is understatement; litotes is the term we use in the study of Anglo-Saxon literature. A day’s worth of work to do in the morning hours, an afternoon of teaching at the universities, a long drive to Assumption Parish after I finish my night class.  And according to the weather channel, I’ll likely be doing that drive in the rain. I like rain–if I’m not driving or walking in it.  Anyway, the thought of rain (it always drives me inward) reminded me of a poem I wrote some time ago. I thought I’d include it with this post.

Rain

It’s raining today, as
Forecast by the experts,
Drizzle and showers
That will turn to snow by Christmas.
We know what rain is,
And we know there’s all kinds–
The kind that dampens the
Spirit till its brittle and mildewed,
Soaking, relentless rain,
Chilling the skin till the heart is cold,
Pounding the pavement of our lives
Till it’s slick with tears and we slide
Into ruts and ditches others have dug,
I never liked the rain . . .
Till I saw you walking in it today,
Head held high, eyes sparkling
Like little green-tinted rainbows.
An umbrella shielding you
From the sky, but not from my eyes.