Trish St.Hill

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Trish St. Hill was born in the vibrant and culturally rich nation of St. Vincent and the Grenadines in the West Indies. As an English-speaking West Indian immigrant, she experienced firsthand the lack of literature representing the struggles of Caribbean immigrants in the United States.

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  • WHEN OR WHAT DO I NAME MY BOOK?

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    Some writers wonder what to call a book even before they start writing. What if I was to tell you that is the last thing you should worry about? Before I start writing a book, I ask myself a few questions:

    (1) What type of book would this be – Fiction, non-fiction, Novel, Autobiography, self-help…?

    (2) What is the book about?

    (3) How would it end?

    The name can come about anytime during the writing process or at the end. Sometimes it is a name that just pops into your head, or a part of the book that reminds you of something which suggests the name. This can lead to some fascinating titles that reflect an underlying theme or emotion within the narrative. It could also come based on an irony of the story. For example, my first book was initially called ‘Beneath the Golden Apple Tree’. As mentioned in an earlier post, my daughter later encouraged me to change the name to ‘Beneath The Golden Mango Tree’, after explaining that the West Indies is more known for mangoes than apples. But the reason that name was used was because of how the book started and the significance of the tree in the main character’s life, serving as a metaphor for growth and resilience. Naming a book is not just about creativity; it can also be an evolving process that mirrors the journey of writing itself—reflecting how characters develop, how plots twist, and how themes emerge. Ultimately, a title should capture the essence of the story and resonate with potential readers, inviting them on a journey they will want to explore.

    In my second novel, ‘Beyond The Mango’s Shade’, I arrived at that name at the end of the book, after pondering what the book signified. I realized that this narrative, in many ways, was about life’s growth and adaptations, illustrating the myriad challenges that test our resilience. Gone was the young, idealistic Felicia of book one; she had undergone a significant transformation. Life had dealt her some wild punches, each one a lesson wrapped in hardship, forcing her to confront life’s imperfections that could potentially throw her off balance. Through every twist and turn of her journey, Felicia learned to navigate the complexities of adulthood, discovering strength she never knew she possessed. The book’s blurb leaves its reader wondering if someone so naïve could evolve intact and emerge not just whole, but more profoundly aware of the world around her, embodying the notion that growth often comes through struggle.

    In my third novel ‘Tears Of Exile’, the name popped at me while I was writing the section on the Garifuna internment at Balliceaux, a place fraught with a painful historical significance and deep emotional scars. I reflected on how tearful the experience must have been for our Garifuna people on that barren island, stripped of their freedom and forced into a profound sense of loss and longing. The isolation and despair they faced in such a desolate location intertwined with their rich cultural tapestry, adding layers of grief to their story. Later, the word exile stood out, resonating deeply with the overarching themes of my narrative, as it encapsulated the struggles of those who were displaced and marginalized. Most of the story was about the exile and their life leading up to being exiled, detailing the painful memories that lingered and the indomitable spirit of resilience that emerged from their suffering. I settled on Tears of Exile, a title that fit perfectly based on the story, as it evoked both the sorrow of separation and the enduring hope for a return to their homeland.

    So, the key takeaway is to keep writing and worry about the name last. Writers often spend an excessive amount of energy and time worrying about what they will name their book when they should focus more on the other vital elements, like what the book is about, the characters’ arcs, the settings, and how it will end. If you do not know those central elements of the book, it could create many challenges in your writing process, leading to frustration and writer’s block. Remember that drafting is a journey of discovery; every word you put down can help illuminate the path forward. So, write on and pay more attention to the substance of your book, allowing yourself the freedom to explore various themes, tones, and styles. Often, the name would be derived from that substance, emerging organically as a reflection of the deeper narrative you have crafted, highlighting the essence of your story in a way that resonates with your readers. This approach will not only ease the naming process but also enrich your writing experience overall.

  • DISSECTING MY WRITING STYLE WITHIN A CULTURAL FRAMEWORK

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    I have finally examined my writing style – how and what might have influenced the way I write. My examination yielded the observation that I write from four perspectives: an authentic Caribbean woman, a cultural enthusiast, a student of history, and a lover of nostalgia.


    As I continue to pen my most recent novel, waves of nostalgia surround me, enveloping me in memories that are both sweet and bittersweet. While some of my writing is derived from thorough research into historical contexts and cultural settings, much is derived from my deeply personal knowledge and experiences that shape my worldview. Having been a child in the sixties, a period marked by vibrant music and cultural richness, I drew on my understanding of that era to develop the characters of Hawken and Melvina. The innocence of their first encounter and subsequent friendship stirs the heartstrings, evoking a simpler time when connections were forged through pure, unfiltered emotions. Their unselfish, unconditional friendship warms the heart, displaying a bond so pure that you want to see it flourish against all odds. But there is an underlying fear of their growth and the harsh realities of life awaiting them, lurking beneath their joyous adventures. Where will life take them, and will they be equipped to weather its storms? It’s a love story, a coming-of-age tale, and a survival story, all blanketed in the rich culture and history of a people and a period that continue to echo the spirit of their ancestors and way of life. It’s a story that emphasizes resilience and the enduring strength of community.


    One of my most endearing storylines in this novel revolves around the parents explaining puberty and baby-making to the two pre-teens in a manner that is both humorous and educational. Amid a bit of comic relief, it reminds us of a time when children safely and innocently roamed the bounds of friendship, free from adult complexities and societal pressures. They are clearly the heroine and hero of the book, navigating the tangled web of adolescence as their innocence is challenged. This narrative takes several unexpected twists and turns to reach its conclusion, engulfing the reader in a whirlwind of comedy, sadness, survival, and nostalgia, all the while gently coaxing them to reflect upon their own journeys through the trials of youth.

    Upon reflecting on past characters in my other novels, I realized unintentional similarities among some. Miss Maddie in books one and two bears a striking resemblance to Tantan Velda in book three, despite living centuries apart in vastly different contexts. Although both women occupy unique positions in their respective stories, they each contribute an endearing component that creates teachable moments, showcasing the strength of women across different time periods. Further examination of my characters and storylines across my novels led me to dissect my overall writing style. I discovered that my approach to delivering authentic Caribbean cultural stories has fostered the emergence of my folksy writing style. The dialect used by some characters adds richness and authenticity, breathing life into the narrative and offering lessons rooted in a culture steeped in history and vibrant reality, still reflected in our society today. While General Caribbean culture shares many similarities, I have an intimate connection with St. Vincent and the Grenadines, which is why my writing is more deeply centered on its way of life, its people, and their stories that often go unheard.


    Walking along the bustling streets of Kingstown, Barrouallie and much of St. Vincent and the Grenadines, I can see the coming to life of many of my characters, each inspired by the vibrant tapestry of daily life surrounding me. The spirit of the people remains undaunted in their quest for survival, illustrating a rich cultural heritage that thrives even in challenging times. Whether selling homemade snacks, fruits, vegetables, or pushing manpowered carts around town, Vincentians are always on the move to navigate this brutal world, adapting their strategies with remarkable ingenuity. From the friendly banter with customers purchasing local craft souvenirs to the seashell blown to announce the fisherman’s catch of the day, they are fiercely determined to hold onto the entrepreneurial spirit that consistently rescues them from the harsh realities of enslavement, colonialism, and discrimination. Without this entrepreneurial spirit, our nation would face staggering hardship and despair. Times are hard, yet the stubborn strength and determination of the people truly propel this nation’s survival, creating a narrative of hope amid adversity that inspires both myself and my readers.


    As I reflect on the stories I aim to write and the world as it is today, I realize that while many things have changed, the methods of survival in our island nation remain largely unchanged, passed down through generations as a testament to resilience. Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise, as it grounds us in our identity and heritage. Elements of Miss Maddie and Tantan Velda still reside here, as does the strength and dignity of Chief Galian and the humor of the comedic character Viken. They exist in our people’s survival tactics, delivering us from the harshness of this cruel world time and time again, reminding us of the importance of community, culture, and shared history.


    This serves as a poignant reminder to always tell culturally rich stories that offer no apologies or adjustments, celebrating our uniqueness in a global narrative. Reflecting on why I write the way I do, I realize that my writing style evolves from my love of cultural nostalgia, as it fuels my passion for storytelling. I don’t want to return to the old days, and I couldn’t even if I wished to. However, I can take my readers into those times, guiding them through the experiences of others as long as I remain authentic to our Caribbean culture. In the process, I hope to edutain people beyond the bounds of our culture, sparking interest and fostering understanding through narratives that resonate with the human experience.

  • WHEN LIFE IMITATES FICTION

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    A month ago, I started my weekly visits to my hometown Bagga, a quaint place teeming with memories and nostalgia. One of the things I always enjoy is swimming and soaking at the local beach, where the salty breeze dances through the air and the sound of waves crashing against the shore creates a relaxing symphony. Since I am in the throes of my writing, my people-watching skills are heightened, providing me with ample inspiration for my stories. I noticed a group of about eight children swimming nearby, slowly making their way towards me, their laughter echoing across the water. They were quite friendly and asked my name while introducing themselves with bright smiles and eager voices. I remember at least three names: Kira, 8; Melissa, 13; and Ziel, 9, each name etched into my memory like a sweet melody. For some reason, Ziel was particularly drawn to me, her curious eyes sparkling with excitement as she inquired about my presence there. I asked about their grandparents, knowing that the parents of children that age were likely born after I left for the US, and it sparked a conversation filled with shared familial stories.

    I soon found out they were all cousins and were related to someone in my family from another side, adding another layer of connection to our interaction. I watched them swim, splash, and playfully dunk each other in a carefree manner, their joy infectious. Before long, they circled around me, holding onto just about every limb they could grasp, and I was swept away in their exuberance. Ziel asked me to dunk her a few times, and I complied after instructing her to close her nostrils before going under, feeling a bond forming between us with every playful moment. In addition to my limbs, one youngster climbed onto my back, and before long, I had become a floating device for them while they played, their gleeful shrieks filling the air.

    Ziel had a special kind of friendliness and familiarity about her, and I was as drawn to her as she was to me, realizing that sometimes connections can form in the most unexpected ways. We chatted while she splashed around, exchanging stories and laughter until it was sadly time for me to leave. I bid the children farewell and made my way home, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that Ziel reminded me of someone I couldn’t quite identify, as if she was a reflection of a cherished memory.

    A week later, I returned to the same beach, hoping to see my little friend once more and experience the warmth of her company again. I spotted a group of six children splashing in the ocean, their joy palpable even from a distance. From my vantage point, I couldn’t see their faces due to the sun in my eyes and their distance, but the energy was unmistakable. Suddenly, they made their way towards me, and there she was—Ziel and her cousins, a vision of exuberance and joy. Again, she chatted with me, her enthusiasm infectious as she held onto me as she floated and splashed around. We talked as she began sharing more about herself and her family, her stories painting vivid pictures of her life, filled with both innocence and wonder.

    I observed all the children, noting how carefree and innocent they were, vibrant spirits unburdened by the weight of the world. I thought this was the happiest time of their lives, and they didn’t even know it, a fleeting moment of bliss that would soon transform as they grew older. I hoped life would be good to them, although they’d likely have to learn about maturity and face life’s challenges—getting an education, finding jobs, starting families, and maybe experiencing heartbreak. I could only hope their triumphs would outweigh their disappointments, and that God would equip them with the tools and strength they needed to weather life’s storms. Eventually, we said our goodbyes, their cheerful waves lingering in my memory as I walked home.

    Almost on cue, I encountered Ziel and her cousins the following week during my next trip to Bagga, their playful giggles echoing like music in the air. They again displayed their usual playful demeanor, and I marveled at their innocent interactions, which reminded me of a simpler time in my own life. There was a two-year-old baby with them, her eyes wide with wonder. “Miss, you could hold she fuh us so we could go swim,” she asked, her voice sweet and coaxing. Being a softie for the elderly and children, I obliged, wanting to be part of their joyful experiences. The baby was as friendly as her older cousins, giggling with joy as we splashed around, her laughter a bright spot on that sunny day. I finally handed her back to the oldest girl, a wave of warmth spreading through me. Ziel and I chatted a bit more, our connection deepening as I reminded them to be careful before heading home, hoping to see their bright smiles again.

    Today, I returned to the beach, anticipation bubbling within me, and saw two children swimming towards me in the shimmering waves. One was Ziel’s cousin Melissa and her eight-year-old brother. “Where is Ziel?” I asked, my heart racing a little. She explained that Ziel lives in a community outside of Bagga proper and usually comes to visit her cousins and go to the beach on Saturdays. Since today was Friday, she wasn’t there, and I felt a pang of disappointment, a small ache of longing for my little friend. I had hoped to see her today, to share another moment of laughter and joy, but I remain hopeful that we will meet again, perhaps in the most unexpected of circumstances.

    I pondered what was drawing me to her; although I didn’t know her well, she felt so familiar, an echo from my past entwined with my present. Then, it struck me—she reminded me of the character Valencia from my second book, Beyond The Mango’s Shade, a vivid creation that had leapt from my imagination onto the pages of my story. Without giving away the storyline, Valencia was a little girl, about Ziel’s age, who befriended the main character in ways that still resonate with me. Just like Ziel was drawn to me, Valencia was drawn to Felicia, creating an unbreakable bond of friendship. There’s such a resemblance between the two girls, their spirits intertwined in an inexplicable way. But Ziel is real, while Valencia is a fictional character that lived in my head 15 years ago, a creation born from inspiration and creativity.

    I hope I get to see my little friend again, and I wish for her to grow up enjoying all the beautiful things life has to offer, unfettered by the complexities that adulthood brings. Usually, I observe someone and use a mannerism or demeanor to create a fictional character, yet here was a real-life person reminding me of a fictional character I created long before she was born, linking my realities with the imagination I hold dear. For some reason, I see this as life imitating fiction; it’s a beautiful symmetry that life presents to us all. We writers are a peculiar lot; we can often see the subtle nuggets of life that most people overlook or ignore, capturing moments in words that might otherwise vanish into thin air. Simply put, our creative side is always in overdrive, tirelessly trying to decipher life’s intricacies and transform them into something tangible, something meaningful that connects with others.

  • WHAT MAKES A BOOK A PAGE TURNER

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    In this article, “What makes a book a page-turner,” I explore the journey of transforming my first book from an idea to a manuscript, and finally to a published work. I dissect the various facets and stages of a book that captivate readers through its characters and storylines. Most importantly, I aim for this article to serve as a motivational tool for aspiring writers pursuing their goal of becoming published authors, shedding light on the distinction between merely writing a book and crafting one that truly engages its readers.

    In 1984, I was a young pregnant wife living in Long Island, New York. While in college, my husband and I made the decision to buy a house in the suburbs. With our new home, I aimed to fulfill my vision of a house, child, and white picket fence—an idyllic representation of the American dream. However, I soon discovered that I lacked the maturity to cope with the complexities of life, and that which we believed would bring us joy began to strain our young marriage. As stress mounted and the pressures of this new chapter of life became overwhelming, I turned to a cherished hobby—writing—as a form of escape and expression.

    I noticed a scarcity of West Indian literature in American bookstores, which fueled my desire to start a novel with a Caribbean theme. Lacking a computer or typewriter, I opted to write my manuscript in a well-worn notebook, pouring my heart and creativity onto its pages. Over the years, this manuscript traveled from upstairs to the basement to the garage, stashed away but never forgotten. It was a testament to my evolving dreams as a writer. Eventually, when I bought my first computer, I typed it from the notebook, but it remained untouched on my device for years—a dormant project waiting for the right moment to be revived.

    When I finally decided to proofread it, I encountered a disheartening obstacle: I couldn’t find the file on my computer. Feeling defeated, I searched my home for answers and, fortunately, discovered a hard copy tucked away in a box. A friend kindly scanned the document for me, yet the scan wasn’t perfect, necessitating considerable effort to clean up the manuscript. Nevertheless, I finally had a draft that I could work with.

    I began to make changes, adding new characters and altering storylines to enhance interest and depth. Backstories emerged, enriching the narrative, and a mystery was introduced to keep readers engaged. That’s when the eccentric character Miss Maddie came to life, adorned with her authentic Caribbean flair, while the foul-mouthed Gloria provided a counterbalance to the level-headed Felicia. Their peculiar friendship became a focal point; it evokes curiosity regarding how two young women with contrasting personalities can maintain such a genuine bond. You feel compelled to understand Gloria without judgment, to grasp her imperfections because you sense there’s a deeper story behind them. The narrative captures the dichotomy between right and wrong yet invites exploration of the grays in between.

    The unfolding story spanned several counties and continued to evolve as I learned more about our Vincentian Garifuna heritage. Felicia Jones transformed into Felicia Francois, a character who, like me, sought to explore the rich history and traditions of the Garifuna culture. The book’s title shifted from Beneath the Golden Apple Tree to Beneath the Golden Mango Tree, when my 24-year-old daughter told me that the West Indies is more renowned for mangoes than apples. This detail was particularly poignant, as I had begun writing this book while pregnant with my daughter, who was now in law school and contributing her insights.

    In addition to embracing a Caribbean theme, the story gradually took on a Garifuna theme, which allowed me to delve deeper into our roots and convey the vibrant tapestry of our culture. After 24 years of wandering through various stages, the manuscript was finally ready for publishing. It narrates the tale of a Vincentian Garifuna girl who travels to New York, facing the challenges of coming of age in a culture foreign to her, while clinging to her West Indian traditions—a journey that resonates with many readers.

    The subsequent year was a whirlwind spent researching and finalizing the book for publication, revealing the harsh realities of the publishing industry and the dedication required to bring a book to life. After 25 years, Beneath the Golden Mango Tree graced the shelves of bookstores, including Amazon and Barnes and Noble, throughout the U.S.A., Central America, and the Caribbean, reaching readers who resonated with its themes.

    My promotional journey led me to television and radio appearances across the Americas and the Caribbean, where I shared my experiences and insights about writing and the importance of cultural representation in literature. Every weekend, I engaged in speaking events at colleges in both the USA and Central America, inspiring students and aspiring writers. Several institutions even adopted the book as a Caribbean literature textbook, further validating the significance of my work. A professor at Malloy College even nominated this book, along with my follow-up work, ‘Beyond the Mango’s Shade,’ for the Nobel Prize in literature—a nomination that, while ultimately not culminating in an award, was a gratifying honor that reinforced the impact of my writing.

    My advice to writers is to fearlessly commit your thoughts to paper or a computer and not let the fear of rejection hold you back. Everyone has a book within them, whether it’s a cookbook, poetry, children’s literature, a novel, or a self-help book. It might even be an autobiography, but it’s there, waiting to be uncovered and shared with the world. Follow your writing dreams, even if your only intention is to write for yourself; your voice and story matter. Embrace the journey, for every word penned brings you closer to achieving your aspirations as a writer.

  • BAGGA – THE MORE YOU CHANGE, THE MORE YOU REMAIN THE SAME

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    As part of my social well-being, I always ensure that my life is a medley of peace and quietness mingled with social interactions. I spend countless hours writing, but I always stop to walk or go into the city for lunch, as these breaks rejuvenate my spirit and keep my creativity flowing. I enjoy the simplicity of life as much as the complexities, finding joy in the little moments of laughter and connection with others. The importance of a healthy balanced life is knowing how to balance life efficiently, recognizing when to retreat into solitude for reflection and when to engage with the vibrant world around me. Socialization can come in the most basic way yet offer so many rewards; a smile from a stranger or a heartfelt conversation with a friend can uplift one’s entire day. Going to the sea and soaking in the cool water while the waves lap rhythmically along the shore is the stuff that relaxation apps are made of, providing a serene escape that nourishes the soul. The last two weekends, I visited my hometown Barrouallie A.K.A Bagga. This is a picturesque, quaint fishing community that bustles with the simple intricacies of life 24 hours, characterized by a sense of unhurried pace and timeless charm. It is the town that never sleeps, wrapped in a comforting blanket of familiarity and warmth. This town is known for its blackfish and particularly the very coveted blackfish crips, a local delicacy that is both flavorful and steeped in tradition. Even local restaurants like Rhe’s Restaurant showcase blackfish delicacies that are uniquely theirs, often prepared with recipes passed down through generations.


    Bagga’s fish fest is a monthly event that draws people from around the island, turning the streets into a lively canvas of culture and flavor. Locals and tourists converge on the town to enjoy the food, music, and jovial exchanges that fill the air with laughter and connection. Visiting this town is truly a trip down culture alley, rich with experiences that forge bonds between people. This is a town that is always evolving but always maintaining its core culture, reflecting a beautiful blend of tradition and modernity. You never know what you will see when you visit this town; it might be a spirited funeral with music and dancing around town, a joyous celebration of life, or young people gathering at a music fair, expressing their creativity and passion for art. Vendors along the streets line up with trays of vegetables, fruits, and homemade snacks, each one telling a story of the land from which they come. Farmers making their way home after a long day of toiling, as fishermen enlist the help of villagers to pull in the nets with their daily catch, creates a vivid tableau of the interconnectedness of community life. One of the most beautiful things is to see the children gleefully swimming around the beach, splashing around with such innocence and joy. They may take it for granted because it is a part of their daily routine, but this is the stuff people pay money to travel and enjoy—the simple, pure pleasures that resonate with the heart.


    As I am re-reading my books before loading them electronically onto my blog, I realize that they are heavily laced with Vincentian history and culture from start to finish, woven intricately into the fabric of my narrative voice. It is so interesting how our upbringing can heavily influence us, and how much our entire lives are saturated with the environment from which we came – our families, neighbors, customs, and lifestyles. Each page captures not just a story but a sense of place and belonging, reflecting the rich tapestry of Bagga’s influence on my journey. I hope the essence of Bagga never dies, for it is a repository of memories and experiences that shape who I am. There are not many places you can go back to 45 years later and still see a life that is reminiscent of the way you knew it, where the past seamlessly intertwines with the present in the most beautiful way. The people work hard to make sure they can reasonably enjoy most modern amenities, but they work just as hard to ensure their old way of life never dies, and remain a constant reminder from whence they came, preserving the spirit of Bagga for generations to come.

  • START WRTING AND KEEP THE MOMENTUM GOING

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    Getting Started with Your Book

    As stated in an earlier post, there is a book in everyone. Whether it’s poetry, a cookbook, an autobiography, a novel, a children’s book, self-help, or a how-to book, it’s in there. But how does one get started?

    For some people, it is about finding motivation. For others, it’s about time management, and sometimes people just don’t understand the process and how to begin.

    My Approach: Story Mapping

    One of my approaches is to take as little as one hour to jot down my layout, or what I call story mapping. My books are novels, but for most types of writing, it may simply involve making notes. If you have a computer or tablet, type it in. Start right where you are with whatever tools you have. Use the time you allocate as your special time to unwind rather than stress.

    For instance, after you have put the little ones to bed, and have done the dishes and laundry, take an hour or even 30 minutes for yourself to jot down your ideas. Don’t worry about format and errors at this stage; these are things a good proofreader and editor can iron out for you later on. You should never proofread your own work anyway.

    The Importance of Getting Started

    The important thing is to get started. If you take public transport, use that time to make notations. During your lunch break, use 15 minutes to write. The book is within you, and getting started is within your reach.

    Maintaining Momentum

    But how do you keep the momentum going once you start? Once you begin writing, commit to your scheduled writing time. Some days, you may write 10 pages; other days, only a paragraph. Even if you don’t write directly for your book one day, you might jot down reminders or research questions. It’s okay as long as you stay committed in some way.

    Crafting Your Writing Style

    You may also want to spend time crafting your writing style. It’s important to be authentic and develop your own voice, but it never hurts to observe the work of other writers in your genre. You may pick up simple formatting styles or recognize patterns in your errors that can improve your writing.

    Consider taking an online writing class. My first book was handwritten because I did not have a typewriter or computer. By the time I began to type the book 25 years later, I realized the story fell flat in some places. Writing historical fiction is challenging because, while it may have some historical context, the characters can be fictional.

    I decided to take an online class called “Descriptive Writing.” It was immensely helpful and contributed to a richer and more descriptive storyline.

    Conclusion

    Whether you are just starting your writing journey or seeking to enhance your skills, remember that the most important step is to begin. Embrace the process, stay committed, and your book will emerge.

  • FROM WRITING TO PUBLISHING: My Journey as an Author

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    In 1984, I wrote my first novel called “Beneath the Golden Mango Tree.” However, it would take 25 years before I published it in 2009. During this time, I decided to use my American nickname, Trish, and my mother’s maiden name, St.Hill, as my pen name. Thus, in 2009, Trish St.Hill was born, marking a new chapter in my literary journey.

    My entry into the publishing world was somewhat serendipitous. When I made the decision to publish my book, I was confronted with the daunting reality of the numerous rip-offs prevalent in the publishing industry. This was a landscape filled with both opportunities and pitfalls, and it was eye-opening to realize how many aspiring writers were misled and exploited. The combination of passion and caution propelled me toward self-publishing my first book, allowing me to retain creative control and credibility.

    Shortly after this, my neighbor approached me with a request that would inadvertently shape my future. She sought my assistance in publishing her children’s book, and this collaborative effort laid the foundation for my publishing venture, culminating in the establishment of Ajani Publishing. The experience of expanding into children’s literature opened new avenues for creativity and community engagement, sparking a camaraderie among local writers and artists.

    In 2011, I wrote and published my second book, “Beyond The Mango’s Shade.” This book, much like its predecessor, delved deeply into themes that resonated with my background and cultural experiences. Both books later received nominations for the Nobel Prize in Literature, an accolade that recognized the effort and emotion poured into my work. Although I didn’t win, the mere nomination was a significant achievement, serving as a testament to the importance of storytelling and cultural expression.

    Fast forward to 2015, I completed my third and final book in that series, titled “Tears of Exile.” This work went beyond mere storytelling; it focused on the life and times of the Garifuna people, paying considerable attention to their exile from St. Vincent and the Grenadines (SVG). Through extensive research and heartfelt narrative, I sought to portray their struggles and resilience. While it is a historical fictional account of the Garifuna experience, it reflects much of the reality of their Hellocast — being placed on a barren island by the British and subsequently exiled from their beloved Yurumein (St.Vincent and the Grenadines). This narrative sparked conversations about identity, heritage, and the importance of preserving history through literature.

    Embarking on this literary journey further fueled my passion for cultural preservation and activism. I later devoted a portion of my life to cultural retrieval activism as the head of the cultural retrieval organization called YUGACURE. This organization became a beacon of hope and a platform for the Garifuna community to connect with its roots. For six years, YUGACURE held summer workshops in SVG, aimed at aiding in retrieving our indigenous Garifuna language. The commitment exhibited during these workshops was truly inspiring, as Garifuna from Central America joined in the effort to help the Garifuna people in their ancestral homeland reclaim their language. Key facilitators in this initiative included James Lovell, Eleanor Bullock, Erica Zuniga, Christine Vernon, and Georgette Lambey, with me as the executive director and coordinator. Their dedication and hard work were integral to the success of this program, which fostered a renewed sense of pride and community amongst participants.

    These days, I spend much of my time writing my fourth novel and crafting a screenplay for my first series. My writing process has evolved, and though I don’t write every day, I dedicate significant time during my weekdays to this creative pursuit. I firmly believe in pacing myself and understanding my limits. While I feel capable of pursuing my numerous goals, I’ve learned that I can’t achieve them all at once. Balance is essential, and it is perfectly acceptable to give myself grace if I don’t accomplish everything I set out to do. Sometimes, it’s necessary to pause, take a deep breath, and navigate the juggling act that is life, embracing both the challenges and joys that come along the way.

  • THE IMPORTANCE OF SOCIALIZATION

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    As we navigate the retirement stage of life, it is important to maintain healthy social networks – talk to relatives and friends regularly, visit family and have them visit you. It doesn’t have to be a big to-do; small gestures can have a significant impact. To further clarify, I will give some examples. I make a conscious effort to reach out to friends and family on a daily basis, rotating phone calls as to who I call. I have a bi-weekly meetup and breakfast with friends when I am in New York and mix that in with hanging out with my family. Sometimes it’s a trip to a resort with the entire family, or a visit with my daughter to our favorite lounge for some jerk tacos, which always brings back fond memories of our shared experiences.
    But everything doesn’t have to be about spending money. Sometimes we just watch our favorite 90 Day Fiancé show with a bowl of popcorn, sharing laughs over the hilarious moments and discussing the episodes. But whatever I do, I chat with my family and reach out via phone or social media to those afar. In the Caribbean, I make it a point to visit various relatives and friends as well as have them visit me, which helps strengthen our bonds and creates new memories. My sister and I meet up regularly to spend quality time, whether it’s going to the beach, exploring new places, or just reminiscing about childhood memories with laughter and warmth.
    Sometimes we isolate ourselves from loved ones and the world, unintentionally creating distance. We stop calling, and no one bothers to call us; it’s a silent spiral that many find themselves in. We stop going out, and no one checks on us. This is usually the precursor to depression and other mental illnesses. It is important to not only have family support, but to also have social interaction of some sort on a regular basis. If you are like me, you can write. Your writing doesn’t have to be too formal; it can be a way to express your emotions and connect with others. You can write a journal, poems, or short stories that share your experiences. You can also create social media family or friend chats that engage relatives and friends, keeping your circle informed and involved. The idea is to find a feasible way to stay in touch with your circle; sending quick messages or sharing photos can keep the connection alive. Not only do you need that social interaction, but the people you reach out to may need it as well, creating a reciprocal relationship that benefits everyone involved.
    The beautiful thing about the world we live in is that it is not difficult to stay in touch. We no longer have to write letters that take weeks to arrive at their destination, or pay expensive phone bills to converse with someone, or buy an airline ticket or drive a car to visit anyone. We can do free video chats or make calls on social media like WhatsApp or Messenger. What it takes is a determination to stay socially engaged and for those around us to check in, fostering a community of care and support.
    In one week, I visited my parental home and spent quality time with my sister where we enjoyed a refreshing sea bath and finished the weekend at her house, reliving our childhood and sharing dreams for the future. During the week, I worked on my fourth novel, another passion that allows me to both express myself and connect with others through storytelling. I went to the city to meet up with my sister and have lunch with my niece, cherishing those moments that often slip by too quickly. At the end of the week, we went to my cousin’s house for a social gathering filled with laughter and joy. By the weekend, I am back at my parental home to spend the night, enjoy my weekly sea bath, and go back to my sister’s house for a night before visiting my ancestral home where I was born. A trip there always offers an opportunity to walk in the footsteps of our great grandmother, a journey through memory and legacy that enriches my spirit. My cousins still live there, and we are still able to visit and reminisce about the good old days, sharing stories that weave the fabric of our family history.
    There are simple ways to stay in touch, keep your spirits up, and engage in healthy interactions that nourish the soul. There is no need to shut ourselves out from the world, or go into a mental funk. Retirement is a time to recharge, enjoy life to the fullest, and do all the things you wanted to do before retirement but didn’t have the time for. There is journaling, social media engagement, lunch and meet-ups, gardening, going to the gym, walking pets, or even taking cruises that open up new horizons. The possibilities for staying in touch are endless; the key is to be proactive and intentional about maintaining those connections. If you are blessed to reach retirement, you are among God’s lucky people. Don’t squander it; instead, embrace this season of life with open arms and a joyful heart, surrounded by those you love.

  • EXPERIENCING THE CARIBBBEAN THROUGH A LOCAL LENS

    trishsthill

    Blackfish Crips and Coconut/Waternut

    Living in the bustling state of New York, I grew used to conveniences at my fingertips. I took such things for granted, because they were always there, and I never saw it as something that, in some ways, can adversely affect my health. If I needed something in the pharmacy, bank, or supermarket, it was right there, almost like a comforting blanket of accessibility that wrapped around my daily life. When I felt like working out, the gym was close by, and there were scores of fast-food restaurants around me, making it all too easy to indulge in unhealthy choices at a moment’s notice.
    Stepping out to life in the Caribbean may seem like moving to a less developed lifestyle, but in some ways, it may be a blessing in disguise. I may not have many businesses close by, but that only forces me to walk more, reconnecting me with the simple pleasures of life. I may not have access to a gym, but I mentioned in an earlier post that I got in the habit of walking back and forth in my hallway 50 times per day, which has become my way of incorporating exercise into my routine. So, I get my steps in, and I also get additional exercise from walking to the store, the beach, or around the city to do my shopping, allowing me to soak in the vibrant surroundings, the colors, and the sounds of life. I eat more homecooked foods because there is no Domino’s Pizza or McDonald’s, or Wingstop close by, so I know what I am putting in my body, making conscious choices about my nutrition.
    Not only do I eat more homecooked foods, but I eat healthier options as well, finding joy in having meals prepared for me from scratch, with locally sourced ingredients. My salads are made from fresh, organically grown vegetables, and so is my meat, often acquired from local butchers who take pride in their skills. Although I spend a lot of time in front of my laptop writing, I always make sure to get up regularly and move around the house, stretching my limbs and refreshing my mind. I spend time visiting relatives and engaging in hearty reminiscences of our life in days of old, sharing stories that connect us to our roots and heritage. I embrace the country as it is today, understanding that times always evolve, but I try to maintain some of the old customs, which enrich my life with a sense of continuity. Most importantly, I remove my American lens from the way I view the Caribbean, striving to appreciate its uniqueness and cultural richness.
    My view is not that of a tourist who visits the Caribbean via a resort or who gets driven around by a tour bus. I see nothing wrong with that indulgence, but the Caribbean is most beautiful in its natural form, when you live in a town or village among the people or jump into a minibus to get around, feeling the sea breeze and the warmth of the sun on your skin. There is also something special about stopping at a stand in the local market or along the road to buy some fruits and vegetables or drink some coconut water straight from the nut, experiencing the true flavors of the region. Let’s also not forget the roast corn the vendors sell by the roadside, a simple yet delightful snack that reminds me of the joy found in local cuisine.
    This past Friday, I attended the local Fish Fest in the fishing town of Barrouallie, which turned out to be a delightful highlights in my new life. There was a live band playing infectious rhythms, and vendors selling a myriad of fish and local dishes around the town, filling the air with tantalizing aromas that beckoned everyone to indulge. There was a sea of people from all over the island who converged on Barrouallie, coming together as a community to celebrate the abundance of the sea. My main interest was eating some blackfish crips, which are a local delicacy, native to that town for ages, evoking a sense of nostalgia as I savored each bite. The oil from the blackfish crips, which is rich in omega-3 fatty acids, is said to have great medicinal value for everything from the common cold to cardiovascular issues, enhancing my appreciation for the food I consume and its connection to well-being.
    The Fish Fest was not an event in my days growing up in Barrouallie; it was clearly developed to showcase the town’s tradition while creating an economic outlet for local vendors and fostering a sense of belonging. This was a moment for me to sit and hold onto traditions while embracing healthy changes, realizing the balance between preserving our heritage and adapting to new realities. Differences are healthy; it’s not better or worse, it is just different, reflecting the diverse experiences that shape our lives. Change is good if we are not abolishing our traditions but rather finding ways to showcase and highlight them, like this vibrant festival that celebrates our culture while weaving in the threads of modernity.

  • HOW TO BECOME AN AUTHOR IF YOU ARE NOT A WRITER

    trishsthill

    What if you want to publish a book, but you are not comfortable writing or have the time, are you dead in the water?
    This is not necessarily the case. Some of the greatest authors are not writers. Many people have the ingredients for a good book, but either do not feel confident in their writing skills or simply do not have the time. Some authors hire a ghostwriter to put their words on paper and to dot the “i’s” and cross the “t’s”.

    The key is in finding a publishing company that would meet your needs. I have worked with clients as a ghostwriter and typist, as well as translator and publisher. The thing to note here is that the more a publisher has to do for you, the more it will cost you, but most things can be done. I remember getting a call from an elderly client who had a manuscript but had lost most of it. To make matters worse, she was hard of hearing. So in addition to the regular editing, proofing, copyrighting, and other things involved in publishing, I had to recreate 75 percent of her book. Then there was the client who had handwritten a book in dialect. Another one that comes to mind is a Spanish-speaking client who wrote her book in broken English. My job was to decipher the book and convert it to standard English. Publishers are used to cleaning up manuscripts, but trying to understand what someone is trying to say when they speak another language is very challenging.

    Another service our clients frequently sought were pictures for children’s books. But just getting our artists to draw some pictures is no easy task. The pictures have to mirror what the author has in mind.

    Whatever work I do for my clients, the book is not mine. My job is to transfer their words or materials to publishable quality and get it into book form.

    My point here is that anyone can author a good book. Simply because you did not sit at a computer and type a book does not mean you are not the author. Regardless of who typed the manuscript, the information will come from you, so it is every bit your book. Therefore, if you are serious about writing a book, do not let anything stand in your way. Find yourself the right publisher and make it happen.