The TreeHouse editors had the pleasure of chatting with author Peter Nez about his new book, Helena. Find Helena here.
TreeHouse: Tell us about your new book, Helena.
Peter Nez: Actually, this new book is not so new, as a matter fact it was a story that I was working on in grad school. I recently revisited it and actually found that this internal editor that didn’t exist back then suddenly came alive and I really got into the story again. It was one of those really rare nostalgic moments where the stuff that I wrote back in the day actually still held up, at least for me, a little bit today. And it was actually taken straight from a news article. I remember driving my dad to the airport one day, driving his car to drop him off, and he always listened to the news, and the story came up about a woman who just left everything without taking her purse left her husband and her baby and was found at some park later with no injuries. That was enough for me.
TH: What inspired you to write the story?
PN: Inspirational book has to do with the story about driving my dad to the airport.
TH: Could you share some info with other writers about your self publishing journey?
PN: I was really against it in the beginning, I always felt like self-publishing was kind of like cheating, but I love the independence, I love the freedom of having all the rights and deciding how I distribute manage and so forth my own material. Plus why am I putting so much weight into the opinion of some slush pile editor intern who probably doesn’t know the first thing about writing in the first place and wouldn’t spot a genius if it smacked her over the head? It’s weird for me, it’s not for everybody, but I like having the autonomy.
Peter Nez is a writer living in the Southwestern United States. His words are his prayers. His hopes are few. His angels are his two children and his savior his wife. He has published many works of poetry in such distinguished journals as ‘The Hudson Review’ and ‘The Southern Journal’ as well as short works such as ‘The Smiling Man’ and ‘The Indelible Stamina of Mason Muslevitch.’ He writes for sanity, is often misunderstood, and is rarely brilliant. If there is a simple line out there amongst the towering madness littered across the collective psyche he aims to find it. And more importantly, he aims to share his findings.