Author Archives: Julie Valin

About Julie Valin

Co-founder and co-publisher of Six Ft. Swells Press. Poet, editor, book designer, writer, mom, gypsy, punk rock on the inside.

Wait for it….

Six Ft. Swells Press has been working below decks and now with the onset of Spring we are ready to surface and raise our flag to our new release–THE COAST IS CLEAR by our own Matt Amott.

Matt’s collection of poems is all about recognizing the signs, and knowing when the time is right to take action–when to pack the car and go, when to steal the girl on the barstool next to you, when to jump the train, or when to stay in on a Saturday night spinning old Blues records with a pitcher of margaritas. This book is our own compass to carry along as we traverse life’s windy roads, and Matt is the best guide we could ask for.

The Six Ft. Swells crew will be hitting the road to celebrate The Coast is Clear in Chico, California at Cafe Coda, featuring Matt Amott, Julie Valin (and her newish book, “The Distance Between”), and Todd Cirillo. FRIDAY APRIL 27th at 8:00 p.m.

SATURDAY APRIL 28th in Grass Valley is our Six Ft. Swells Book Release Party, details to come soon….

We are looking forward to celebrating with you, in true After Hours style.

Bottoms up!

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After Hours….in daylight?

It seems that mostly my After Hours life starts at 9:00am three days a week when my daughter is in preschool. This is just how it has to work for a mom like me. But I can still make it cool. I can still make it selfish time. Sure I might have to replace hefeweisen with a vanilla chai, when I’m feeling really adventurous. And I might partake in an hour of hot yoga, which is the equivalent of being stuffed in a crowded bar on Friday Karaoke nights, only with a little more flexibility. And instead of a barstool perhaps I’m mostly sitting on my designated Ikea writing chair where I edit risqué romance/suspense novels for a client, or I write my own stuff that involves sex and Carnies–often mutually exclusive. And instead of being spotlighted by the flashing neon bar sign, I am situated at the window where I look at the sunrays slashing through the large Sugar Pine in the front yard.

Sometimes my week is filled with bandit lunches with Todd Cirillo, where I abandon my domestic duties of grocery shopping and laundry. Little does Todd know that these lunches are the pinnacle of my After Hours existence. This is when we can freely chart our next entertaining undertaking, and brainstorm about all matters of the seven deadly sins. This is the underbelly of my creativity, to tell you the truth. Todd has the uncanny ability to convince me I belong here, doing this very thing. I can be a stable, happily-married mom all I want, in Todd’s presence, or not, and still I come up smelling like last night’s beer with cigarette smoke in my hair.

And the cool thing? My husband lets me live in that world. As long as I devote my attention and love to my family during non-After Hours times. We eat dinner at the dinner table—a dinner that consists of only one of three items out of a box that I cook myself. I tuck my daughter into bed every night after reading one or two books. My After-Hours twist: her bedtime music every single night is the Rock-A-Bye Baby CDs of The Cure, Radiohead and The Pixies.

Even now, on a Tuesday, my little girl is watching Alvin and the Chipmunks and playing with her Little Pet Shop car. I am in the next room with the chatter of the little chipmunks that amazingly never annoys me, busily typing this and my daughter is content, making car noises, knowing that I am doing something that makes me happy. And now we will be off on our own adventure together, buying a Christmas present for dadda. What more could I want? I have everything I want. At this hour—all hours.

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Six Ft. Swells Press now sailing the world-wide web!

The crew here at Six Ft. Swells has always been barstool visionaries, spreading their poetic musings to the after-hour masses. But we feel now is the time for the passion of three friends, poets, pirates and publishers–Matt Amott, Todd Cirillo, and Julie Valin–to tread deeper and more vast seas.

The goal with our new gypsy home is to spread our brand of poetry to the widest audience. Even if you never thought you liked poetry before, Six Ft. Swells will make a fan out of you–put you in front of the crowd waving your pirate flag and burning your lighter. We will have you convinced that After Hours Poetry is a fun party that plays the best music and serves the strongest cocktails.

So jump on board–it’s only a party if all our friends are here! This is going to be a rowdy, inspired, good old-fashioned rock and roll time!

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