Fun Widow drops in a little over a month but if you’ve not read Invisible As Air yet it’s a great time to snag the e-book! Just $1.99 this week!

Thank you Jane Harper at Booklist! xxx

Being widowed is never easy, but Mia’s situation—she’s only in her early forties, missing her beloved husband, and caring for their two young sons—feels particularly poignant. A novelist, she needs a win, but she’s struggling to promote her newest book. Fortunately, her three lifelong best friends step up to organize an impromptu book tour in their respective hometowns. Unfortunately, they schedule it for early March, 2020. Against the backdrop of pandemic pandemonium, away from her home and sons in a rapidly changing world, Mia realizes how much widowhood has changed her worldview. This brings her a new appreciation of love and family that she wants to share with her three friends, each of whom is experiencing serious relationship trouble. Fishman (Invisible As Air, 2019) delivers an engaging novel that is sure to appeal to readers of her previous books as well as to readers who enjoy contemporary fiction by Amy Poeppel, Elizabeth Berg, Emma Straub, and Elinor Lipman, and all stories that feature women relatably navigating uncharted emotional territory with heart and humor.

— Jane Harper

So many thank you’s to Brenda Janowitz, Jo Piazza and Nora McInerny for these generous blurbs!

“Oh, how I loved THE FUN WIDOW’S BOOK TOUR by Zoe Fishman! It’s the sort of book you want to press into the hand of your best friend. Funny and smart and filled with nuggets of truth about life, death, and love, this book feels like a hug from a loved one. I could not put it down.”—Brenda Janowitz, author of The Grace Kelly Dress and The Audrey Hepburn Estate

“A delightful reminder that we all deserve more joy in our lives. Zoe Fishman has created an unforgettable protagonist who wrestles with the universal struggle to come to terms with who we are and who we want to be in the face of tragedy. Equal parts touching and poignantly funny, The Fun Widow’s Book Tour is a surefire bookclub favorite.” — Jo Piazza, bestselling author of Charlotte Walsh Likes to Win

“Tender and real, Fishman’s peek behind the proverbial curtain manages to somehow be heartbreaking and life-affirming both at once. I laughed and I cried, but most of all I finished this luminous novel having learned, along with Mia, that kindness isn’t a commodity, and that art is the one true language of the heart.” –Nora McInerny, bestselling author and creator/host of the podcast Terrible, Thanks for Asking

Oh hi, it’s me blogging. My fingers feel wobbly and all of the voices in my head are talking at once. When the noise gets this loud, there’s only one thing I can do to make myself feel better. Write. It’s been this way as long as I can remember, starting with my Ramona Quimby journal in third grade. So here I am.

And there I was, during the height of the pandemic, writing my sixth novel in my garage while my brother and mother helped with home schooling the dudes. I knew the book was going to be meta, I needed to process the me before the loss of my husband in 2017 and then my father in 2019 and then the world as we knew it in 2020, but I was scared. And what do I do when I’m scared and I have a book to write? I write around the fear instead of burrowing into the center of it. Needless to say, my first draft sucked. But then again, they always do. That’s part of the process.

My book was originally called “The Book Tour”, and was intended to be a peek behind the curtain of life as a working author; the struggle between being so grateful that what you love is what you do for a living and then barely making a living. No one talks about that. It’s as if as authors we’re all terrified, including me, that if we complain, we’re out. And I don’t want to be out! I truly am so grateful to be a published author. It’s a lifelong dream fulfilled. But as a single parent, I worry. Who wouldn’t?

My editor and agent read my first draft and came back to me with the same note. I love the idea but this is not a novel about a book tour. Not really. This is a novel about a widow who happens to be an author who happens to be on a book tour.

Oh, I said to them. And then to myself: shit.

Out when the erroneous details; the mind-numbingly dull road trip; the even more mind-numbingly dull conversations about Covid and in I went to the heart of my fear.

Who cares? said one voice in my head as I wrote about my grief. Who do you think you are? chided another as I dug into my memories of the me before me. This isn’t a novel, where’s the missing child or the boiled rabbit or the shocking twist? screamed a third. But I wrote on.

So much of the protagonist in Fun Widow is me. So much of my family and friends and sons are in these pages too. But the plot is fictional. Maybe that makes The Fun Widow’s Book Tour a kind of upside down Alice in Wonderland version of historical fiction? Or maybe it’s just a raw account of finding one’s way back to oneself after they’ve been blown apart by grief. That’s what I hope I’ve written at least.

What it also is is my attempt to preserve my husband and father forever in time, the only way I know how: through words. What a gift it is that I got to do that. They were alive for me still, as I blended fact and fiction through my own lens and that, for me, is all there is. Writing them back to life helped bring me back to life, which is meta in its highest form if you ask me.

What the book is also is a love letter to friendship. Mia, my protagonist, is held up by her three closest friends – selflessly and endlessly. And as she tries to repay them for all that they’ve done, she realizes that repayment in terms of true friendship is not a commodity; it’s not something that can be bought or sold. It’s in the listening; the seeing; the encouragement and the laughter.

Which brings me to the phrase “fun widow.” I worried when we decided to go for it and retitle the book that readers would take the “fun” literally. That they would envision a widow trying to get her groove back while drinking cosmos or something equally horrifying. The “fun” is ironic of course. There is nothing fun about grief. It takes a good long while to laugh again after you’ve been knocked sideways. Oh, but when you finally do! It’s triumphant. To know that each breath could be your last; that you could be here in the morning and gone by the afternoon and laughing anyway? That’s the stuff.

So now comes the awkward part: promoting my book when the book is more or less about me which is exactly what happens in Fun Widow – it’s a metaxplosion of worlds. Yes, I just made that word up. It’s months away yet – it won’t be published until March 14, 2023, but in a world of goofy hashtags, I know I’ve struck gold with #funwidow. You’ll be seeing it a lot from me and I invite you to use it too – not just in the hopes of putting my sons through college with a bestselling book although that would be nice – but when you’re feeling low and forcing yourself to get on with the show anyway.

Not just because you have to, but because a small piece of you wants to. Because you know that the people who love you, both here and not here, would want that for you. Because you want that for you.

Thanks for reading.

xxxxx

It’s always humbling and honestly shocking when someone tells me that I’m “inspiring.” I mean, I’m a mess. But I do try my best, every day, to show up for my dudes and for my friends and family, and on the page. I am so grateful for all of these puzzle pieces; even as I long for my husband and the person I once was. Grief will tear you up, but it’s up to you and your village to put yourself back together again. And I guess that is inspiring.

Thank you Voyage ATL and Robert Gwaltney for recommending me for this “Daily Inspiration” interview. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Shepherd For Authors is a very cool website designed to help readers discover new authors and new books. Lord knows it’s hard to get noticed out there but Ben Fox, founder of Shepherd for Authors is making it easier.

I love to write and read about the way people climb their way out of the abyss of addiction. It’s so hard. This list includes five of my favorites.

Bookmark this guy and subscribe to the Shepherd newsletter today.

Hello! Happy New Year?

No, I’m glad to be alive in a new year. I’m glad to be watching my dudes grow up. I’m glad to be writing. I’m glad to be entering a newish phase of family(ies). I’m glad to be mixing patterns. I’m glad to be a dog mom (most of the time.) I’m glad to be manifesting. I’m glad to have friends that have known me since before I knew myself and I’m glad to have friends who only see who’s in front of them.

I’m glad for streaming movies. Did anyone see “The Lost Daughter?” Holy cow was that a doozy. Olivia Colman for President and go ahead and make Maggie Secretary of State. I can’t stop thinking about it.

I’m also glad for streaming shows. Yes to Yellowjackets! Juliette Lewis I love you. Emily in Paris is terrible but Ashley Park is A STAR. Wow.

What else? I am glad for collaboration. Working on some projects with creative geniuses and it’s so rewarding! And revitalizing.

I AM GLAD FOR SCHOOL. I look back at 2020 and just see a dense fog. How the hell did us single parents do that? But I’m glad I did it because guess what? Now I know that I can do anything.

I am glad for my age. I’m glad that I no longer feel the need to apologize for my emotions, no matter how messy they may be.

I am glad to have been loved the way Ronen loved me because it’s taught me how to love our dudes. And I’m so glad for them. What wondrous humans they are! Their resiliency. Their humor. Their giant hearts. Sure they drive me nuts and they never stop talking but I’m so glad they’re here, teaching me what love looks like now. When I overhear them talking to Oreo my heart explodes into confetti. They know how to love too.

I just took a deep breath. I feel better. I feel good about my motto for the new year. I don’t mean it in an asshole way, I mean it in a truth seeking way. Do you. Follow your heart. Know that avalanches of impossibility will disrupt your route, but go around them. Or hell, scale those heights in flip-flops.

Do the work. Apologize when you screw up. Dress for the job you want, on sale of course.

Be glad for the journey.

Keep going. Do you.

Wow wow wow wow wow. This website! Shout out to Justine Rubin, the coolest person in the entire universe, not to mention a visionary artist, wonderful mother and bobfluencer. I love her and her family so much and am SO GRATEFUL for a website that looks and feels like me. Check out her art! You’re welcome.

My plan is to send out a newsletter every once in a while that you won’t want to immediately erase from your inbox so sign up now at the bottom of the “blog” page. I’ll update you on the comings and goings of my writing life as well as shake up your wardrobe with tees and sweatshirts care of a collaboration with Justine to make you smile. I’ll also keep it real with my grief journey. The sadness of losing Ronen lives in me and I’ll never keep quiet about it because I can’t and if you’re grieving you can’t either. That shit will eat you alive.

At the moment, I’m waiting for my editor’s notes on my next book (currently scheduled for Spring ’23), as well as very gratefully juggling some other projects in the works. As ever, I’m head over heels in love with my dudes and now: a puppy too. Welcome Oreo Fishman Shacham!

Until soon and thank you thank you thank you for your support! Let’s manifest motherfuckers!

x

During the last week of the longest year ever in the history of the world; as I placed waffles #79850509577738 and 79850509577739 in the toaster for my dudes' breakfasts:

THIS.

To be in such company! For my writing to be written about so thoughtfully! A massive gift. 

Thank you, Scout Brobst!