About Rene' Donovan

I live in my “Enchanted Cottage” on Cape Cod where my studio is filled with canvases, an easel, bookshelves, computer and printer, and a table covered with manuscript pages and folders. My days are filled with words and colors, paints and the sea. Cape Cod, the most magical of places, is conducive to solitude and creativity.
My novels and canvases begin with one thought: “What if…” Both are filled with light.
I wrote my first book, “Me ‘n God in the Coffee Shop” at a local coffee shop. At the time I ran a graphics studio from my home and would take breaks from work to sit at the coffee shop with a notebook.
I had no intention of beginning a novel. I was just jotting down ideas like “What would ‘God’ say if He/She walked in here and sat beside me?” God, to me, is all creation, manifested in matter. (That means us too!) And so—unknown to me at the time—I began my first novel.
When finished, even before it was accepted for publication, I began to meditate on the next book, “The Stone Children” (not yet published). In my meditation I saw marble eggs lying in nests of straw in a barn. I’ve leaned not to question the images that come to me. I follow them as I begin to write and the story unfolds in the process. I don’t make outlines, don’t know where the story will take me or how it will end.
Whatever “whispers” in my ear leads me to places I’d never think to go with my logical mind. I’m always surprised. For instance, in “The Stone Children,” I had no idea how marble eggs lying in beds of straw could ever be a story. But I listened and heard the music of babies lying within those eggs and saw statues of children being carved. That music took me to the horrors of Nazi Germany and to the children in the concentration camps and, as the story unfolded, to butterflies and beauty and hope.
I began my third book, “The Daughters of Time,” when I was visiting friends in Virginia. We drove by an abandoned and neglected house, once a grand eighteenth century home. I began to imagine who had built it and who had lived in it. Had the home been filled with children and laughter and love? Why had it been so neglected over the years? Does a houses hold the energy of those who once occupied it and if I were to walk into that house would I be able to hear it speak to me? These questions, like breadcrumbs dropped on a forest floor, led me from the first sentence to the book’s conclusion.
I invite you to view my books, my paintings and my thoughts in my website:
www.dream-scapes-art.com

Rene' Donovan’s Books

Me ‘n God in the Coffee Shop

The Daughters of Time

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