Mo Duffy Cobb is the author of The Chemistry of Innovation (Island Studies Press, 2021) and Unpacked: from PEI to Palawan (Pottersfield Press, 2017). With an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts in creative nonfiction, she is the Founder and Editor of Cargo Literary, a literary magazine that pursues transformational travel stories, and now helps other writers tell their stories through her freelance work. Her work has appeared in Malahat Review, Montreal Writes, Write Magazine, Understorey, Damselfly Press, Empty Mirror, Literary Mama and The Rumpus. She lives in exotic Prince Edward Island, Canada, where is executive director of the PEI Writers Guild and the artistic director of Wild Threads Literary Festival. And yes - she grows her own potatoes.
Tomorrow night, I will celebrate the launch of “Unpacked: from PEI to Palawan” with a literary inspired reading at the Confederation Centre Art Gallery in my hometown of Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, followed by a book launch party at Upstreet Craft Brewing.
I have asked musicians, other writers and my nearest and dearest to be part of the celebration. There will be fiddlers, cupcakes, stickers, buttons, and in the middle, I will read a chapter from Unpacked.
Things I’m feeling are: terror, excitement, cautious enthusiasm, and more terror. In today’s marketplace, being a writer means being an entrepreneur. There’s the blogs, there are interview to organize, photos to paw through, and web pages to update. This is the total opposite of sitting in my office, in candlelight, finishing the intimacies of my memoir.
Well, it’s happening folks. FurtherMo turned five this summer with very little pomp and circumstance. I feel like I’ve spent the last two years lost in my obsession to publish that i’ve ignored the roots and groundings of these journalistic posts. Maybe I should re-name this blog to FurtherMo: The Diaries.
It’s still dark when Captain Lori Clark picks me up in her white half-ton truck — just after 4:30 am. The first time I met Lori, it was behind a gorgeous blush and eyeliner job and a glass of white wine. Today, she’s in her rubbers, and she tells me I’d better be in mine, too.