Elaine Pinkerton
October 5 10:00 a.m. -Amelia Island Book Festival/ Amelia Island, Florida --Elaine Pinkerton will teach a session titled Harvesting Your Family TreeThis workshop offers inspiration and practical help to begin or develop a memoir or family history project. A hands-on session, attendees may bring a few family stories, journals, sampling of family letters and records and be prepared to write.
For information, visit
www.bookisland.org/schedule/writeit.htm
Writing is my lifetime passion. When I was ten, I wrote plays, short mysteries and poetry. My parents' gift to me of a diary began a lifetime of journaling, a method useful today for launching literary projects.
In North Carolina and Virginia where I grew up, opportunities for writing abounded. I edited and wrote most of "The Seventh Grade Scoop." Later, I produced short stories for my high school magazine "The Bumblebee." College found me writing literary criticism, an important part of being an English major at the University of Virginia. My master's thesis in English was "Determinism in Mark Twain's Puddn'head Wilson. Even today, I love Mark Twain and this part of Americana. The middle of my writing career could best be described as "journalistic." Since the 1970's, I've freelanced for local, regional and national publications, including Family Circle, New Mexico Magazine, Runner's World, On the Run and the New Mexico Traveler. I made my living as a technical writer/editor for Los Alamos National Laboratory in the 1980's and early 90's. With technical writing, however, I felt my creativity suffocating. Writing around the edges of my day job, I produced two guidebooks inspired by the natural beauty of northern New Mexico and the Southwest as well as my love of the outdoors:
Santa Fe on Foot and
The Santa Fe Trail by Bicycle.
For the past few years, writing has centered on World War II and India. The reason? My late father, Richard Beard. This extraordinary man not only believed in my writing, he was my greatest inspiration. Before he and my mother adopted my brother and me (we were "goodbye babies," born in the middle of the war), Richard served at the 142nd General Hospital in India as a clinical psychologist for the Army Air Force. After his death in 1997, I discovered a voluminous WWII correspondence. From Calcutta, India and Findlay, Ohio, he and my mother wrote letters depicting both war front and home front. The unifying thread in all the letters was their deep love and devotion.