Jane Quadri

You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

I knew Jane in Virginia, Luray, Virginia. Jane worked at a print shop in Dupont Circle, DC. Jane and her sister Ellen had migrated to Virginia from New York years before and they had a B&B. when Michael J Fox and his wife were first married they had stayed at Ellen’s and Jane’s B&B and Luray Virginia.

While they were in house one day a bird had gotten in. Michael assisted Jane and Ellen and showing the bird out. It was all rather hush hush because no one wanted to leak it that Michael and his wife had stayed in Luray Virginia in the B&B.

That’s a place that’s the kind of place I could write in I thought. I lived in the Shenandoah National Park for three seasons. Work for Aramark. I worked in concession Skyline Lodge in housekeeping. the place that was perfect was behind the Shenandoah Lodge, first thing in the morning you could reach out and grab a handful of clouds if you wanted to!

Peace in serenity not where I would write but had its attributes. I had butt loads of peace in the Shenandoah National Park. My spirit was more rest there and I was more at home than any place else I have ever been in my entire 65 years.

The place I love to write was in my little tiny dorm room, shades pull down. That was before cell phones two thousand to two thousand and two. I wrote on computer paper {printer paper.} I used tons of paper I’m thinking about going back to it.

When I was in Dakota nineteen ninety four to ninety eight the most peaceful place I knew there was a long stairway I went over a short Hill I guess you called a mountain our our employee dorm was behind the concession . at the top of that Hill there was a expect there was thousands of trees but there was a particular one I like best.

I would sit against that tree that’s where I my vision quest in 1994 or a white wolf came and took my hand and led me friend of mine who is Iroquois said it meant that I was on a search for knowledge for a while I used Little Wolf as my pen name and then I switched over to my spirit animal name white wolf.

is that that tree sitting and listening to the tourist noises I love Rusty inside tree is in the distance you can see the Badlands. You could just reached up and touched your imagination. On stormy nights if you were sitting there you could look a cross to the Badlands and nearly every lightning strike struck in one location. It was possible to could count it off and there was such power and such Grace.

Every day I walked past that tree. See in order to get the work or the dorm one had to climb over the top of this ridge if you walk . I had no car until two thousand and two. behind Mount Rushmore we’re not far from our dorm it was a mountain we climbed you’d see on top of the monument from the mountain that we climbed.

Mountain behind Borglan’s Mount Rushmore was called Baldy Old baldy mountain I was 36 years old and I had climbed to the top of the mountain I was up there several times I’m really proud of myself now looking back. I must have ripped out 12 pair of jeans my first summer there you work a contract April to October 15th if you are seasonal. I was asking full time the second year in 1995 I just knew I couldn’t leave Mom for that for full time. benefits are terrific room board and profit sharing.

Russ Jobman,head of personnel had no tolerance for anyone who was gay or lesbian. I was 36 years old when I met at my first gay couple. I never met any lesbians. Life is hard if you’re from a small Iowa town and there’s no mentors no one to teach you that you’re not a freak that you do have a right to live and that you’re not a mistake.

I started writing in 1985. you ask a question how would I design my writing space. I don’t need a particular setup all I need is pen and paper and the desire to write I’ve got that. I’ve been on Word Press since 2005.

I’m a prolific writer learning how to write fiction. self taught learning shape the way Lincoln and Grant learned shape by reading other works of art all written word is art some good some sort of stinky but it’s all art.

Art is in the eye of the beholder, I know I could not write at Hooters. Never been in Hooters but I know I could not write there. I know I could not write a lesbian bar I feel like saying Sam I am I do not like green eggs and ham Sam I am!

I believe that Hooters and a lesbian bar would be too full of distractions too many beautiful women. However I can sit under that tree, sit in my dorm room,sit in my chair in my home fill the cats find something to say, because like all the children here ,all the things I read every chance I get aee these lively children writers they don’t need atmosphere to write all they need is the desire to write!

one year Jane quadra after telling me her story she built Grand bed in the corner of her porch. within her rented house she built another bed it was like a canopy but it had scarfs on top not another bed not a canopy. should push her bed through the French doors when it was nice out and she’d sleep on the porch in her bed or upon her throne if you will. her imagination was terrific. Jane and her sister Ellen had raised her daughter.

When Jane was younger she had married a young man from India. his last name was Quadri. they lived in New York City her husband had a store. She dearly loved her husband they loved her daughter.

I bet you wonder how she managed to make it from her home state in New York to Virginia to Luray to being owners of a B&B. I bet you wonder where the husband is. You might wonder if I ever met him. What I have learned about writing fiction is you have a certain group of people. People are usually called by name. You don’t want to add too many people. You need to keep track of all the players in the piece you’re writing.

The best writers who,I want to be one of always bring all the characters to the very end of the piece. Jane’s husband I didn’t know his name so we’ll just call him Jane’s husband one morning like all the other mornings he went to work.

On this particular day my dear friend, the love of Jane’s life paid the highest price. A stranger with a gun. The gun was carried by a man who wanted all that Jane’s husband had in the cash register. this was before video security systems. Jane and her husband lived with his family directly above the store.

Jane and his mother will never forget the instant a son/husband stopped breathing. When that gun went off it was like a sound breaking the sound barrier! Before anyone could reach Jane’s young husband his life force had left his body.

Ellen wasn’t married yet. Ellen was older than Jane. Jane found a job in DC and a framing shop about an hour from Luray. That’s how Jane and Ellen moved to Luray and started an Inn. Jane’s daughter has a beautiful Indian name for short Jane’s daughters called Rebekah {Rebecca}.