Monday, June 30, 2014

This Past Weekend and the Coming Week

This week, posts will be tighter. With the upcoming holiday, I have to squeeze five days worth of work into four - and Fridays already mean two-days worth of work. Wish me luck!

Despite working most of Saturday (covered an event, spent half a day in the office), I did make a fair amount of progress this weekend on the third chapter in Before the Blood. I've spent the last couple weekends on it and really had hoped to complete it. However, I still have two major scenes that need work and some others to edit, so it's going to be another long day before I'm ready to move onto chapter four. Then I did a quick peek at the word count, nearly six thousand. Well, that explains it!

Chapter three also introduces two new characters, and I spent a fair amount of time developing them, too. Plus, this chapter has two underlying themes that took plenty of crafting: friendship and heroism, both from one unlikely source.

Sneak (unrelated) peek: I have an idea for a second, unrelated, stand-alone, non-vampire (but still supernatural) novel. Right now, it's in the idea stage, but I do have a co-writer for this one, a
a completely new - and exciting - experience for me. I'll post more details once we formally begin. And , no, that will not detract from writing this book. If anything, it will keep the muse fires stoked!


So far, no Staked! cover rejection from Createspace. Here's hoping we have a book soon...maybe
even by my birthday...wouldn't that be a fantastic present?


Already running late, and it's raining. Hoping, hoping for that walk!

Sunday, June 29, 2014

One Victorian Recipe I'll Never Try


I'm fairly open about unfamiliar cuisine, but if I'd have been Melissa waking up to this breakfast in Bryony's room, I think I would have thrown up. To quote Melissa, "Didn't Victorians make normal food?"


Cod Sounds (Air Bladders) and Tongues

Cod sounds and tongues
Milk
Butter
Flour
Boiled eggs, cold

Soak them for 4 hours in blood-warm water, then scrape off the skin, cut them up, and stew them in a little milk until tender. Just before taking up, stir in butter, and a little flour paste, and scatter cold, boiled eggs over them. 


From "Memories in the Kitchen: Bites and Nibbles From 'Bryony'"
All proceeds benefit Big Brothers Big Sisters of Will and Grundy Counties. www.bbbswillgrundy.org
Order the cookbook at www.bryonyseries.com/Dalton_s_Dry_Goods.html

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Good Thoughts for Ed Calkins

Please send good thoughts, prayers, healing energy, etc. for the real-life Ed Calkins, Steward of Tara.

I had not spoken to Ed in many months, and he had not responded to the last few emails. Yes, I could have callen him, but you know how life is: his number didn't port into my new phone; I am now busiest (or sleeping) when he is up and about, etc. and so forth.

Anyway Ed, the king of candy canes, ruthless dictator, organizer of whimsical fun to make others laugh, composer of bad limerics, Santa impersonator, collector of verbal harems of wives and all around favorite delusionalist, is suffering from a crippling bout of depression at this time. I'm actually heartened he made the effort to reach out to me, as I know how crippling depression can be.

On that note, I have uploaded a new version of the Staked! cover to Createspace (thank you Christine at Cal Graphics! :)), so hopefully the book - and the make-believe Ed - will be with us very soon.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Throwback Thursday: Branding for Dummies

First published Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Branding for Dummies

That would be me.

I ran downstairs to get the morning chores done (what better time than two a.m.?) and returned to find an email from my publicist to the Bryony team about an upcoming a trailer meeting. Confirming a date was the easy part. Then, I read the rest of the message.

Attached to that email were some concepts to ponder-in question format, of course--regarding branding, promotions, marketing, and communications. It was like walking into a pop quiz and quickly remembering you had forgotten to read that chapter.

I had figured once a publicist was on board, I just had to agree with her ideas and show up. She, however, is not letting me off that easy. I guess this means I'm supposed to be part of the process. She even suggested I write a blog post on branding. (Accomplished).

Actually, I see this as a series of blog posts that will give updates on my adventures into the world of marketing, sort of like ye olde school progress reports.

I have two weeks to formulate answers to her questions. Time to dig a new furrow in the aging brain cells, because this is definitely, for me, the untraveled road.

Wish me luck!

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

So the Morning Didn't Start Off Well...

Woke up as tired as when I fell asleep

Coffee pot moved and extension cord gone

Unplug toaster oven and move coffee pot

Keyboard misbehaving

Spent forty-five minutes trying to fix keyboard

Knock coffee onto rug and into my shoes

Curse loudly, which wakes up Rebekah

Run for wet rag while Rebekah fixes keyboard

Frantically try to catch up

Keyboard starts misbehaving again (as in now...)

Monday, June 23, 2014

"Before the Blood" is Kicking My...Muse

Alcott. Austin. Bronte. Dickens. Dumas. Lovecraft. O Henry. Poe. Stoker. Tolstoy.

These were some of my favorite authors growing up (and still are today). Included in that list are the many others that wrote pre and early twentieth century vampire stories.

Young adult titles whose stories resonated with me to the extent I read them until they fell apart include A Candle in her Room and Jane/Emily. Subtle "don't open that door" kind of psychological creepiness against a story and characters that seemed so real, I would have read those novels just to immerse myself in their lives, even if the supernatural part was eliminated.

The challenge: how to write a novel that echoes that era, a sixty chapter novel (with a prologue and epilogue). I must confess I have not felt this over my head since writing Bryony. And yet, I am so thoroughly head over heels enjoying it.

It's slow going. Writing a chapter a day (as I did with Visage and Staked!) is not happening with this book. I can spend an entire weekend in research, working out a scene, and perhaps (if I am lucky) outlining a few more.

Lots of rewriting with more to come. Demoralizing? Absolutely not. Each picking apart of the prose is bringing me closer to the goal, the one I set when I began writing Bryony.

And that is writing something I will want to read. Once I accomplish that goal, maybe someone else will want to read it, too.

 

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Victorian Chicken Salad with Homemade Crackers

John apologized to Melissa for his coldness by scheduling a large garden party where she could play gracious hostess.

 

Chicken Salad with Crackers

 Salad:

White meat of chicken, cut into small bits, the size of peas

White part of celery, chopped nearly as small

Dressing:

Yolks of hard-boiled eggs

½ teaspoon salt and mustard per egg yolk

1 tablespoon oil

1 wine glass of vinegar

Mix chicken and celery in a large bowl. Just before serving, pour over dressing and mix. Serve with bread and butter and crackers.

 

Crackers

1 quart flour

2 ounces butter

1 teaspoon saleratus in a wine glass of warm water

½ teaspoon salt

Milk, enough to roll out dough

Rub butter into flour, add saleratus, salt, and enough milk to mix dough. Beat 30 minutes with a pestle, cut into thin, round cakes, prick them, and set them in the oven when the other things are taken out. Bake until crisp.
 
 
From Memories in the Kitchen: Bites and Nibbles From "Bryony"
All proceeds benefit Big Brothers Big Sisters of Will and Grundy Counties. www.bbbswillgrundy.org
Order the cookbook at www.bryonyseries.com/Dalton_s_Dry_Goods.html

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Reconnecting with Frances at Gypsy Soul in Morris

Several months ago, after suddenly being displaced from Christopher's Channahon apartment and shuffled with the other cats to Joshua's apartment in Morris, Frances found herself a new place to stay, downstairs at GypsySoul Unique & Worldly Goods (New & Old).
 
I met the owner today, Amy Pilz. She is one of the kindest, most loveliest of ladies you'd ever want to meet. Basically, Frances just wandered in one day, settled herself on the couch, and Amy let her stay.
 
Now that I've finally had a chance to visit the store and meet Amy, I can see why Frances likes it. It's atmosphere, like the Channahon home we lost, is filled with vintage items, antiques, and the other-worldly scent of many varieties of candles and incense. 
 
Amy has bedded her in the window where she can feel sunshine and contemplate the world. She wears a green jingle bell collar - reminiscent of the red one around Frances' neck when she wandered into our yard in 2005 when she was just nine months old (the vet's best guess when we had her spayed) - although Frances is no longer trying to escape.
 
Perhaps she's feeling her years now and is content to watch the action of the world from her window perch. Or maybe Frances is biding her time and dreaming of fresh robin.
 
If you're in Morris, stop in. GypsySoul at 424 Liberty Street. You won't be disappointed.
 
 
 

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Throwback Thursday: A Drink of Water, Victorian Style

First published Thursday, September 23, 2010

A Drink of Water, Victorian-style

What did people do before taps and water bottles?

* They installed cisterns and spouts, since rainwater was considered to be purer than even spring water.

* Location was important. As early as 1860, health officials warned that cisterns and wells should be kept away from sink drains, barnyards, and decayed animals.

* Lead pipes, however, were considered dangerous only if the water was very pure. However, if water contained certain neutral salts, it barred lead's harmful effects. Lead poisoning could be detected by a characteristic blue line on the edge of the front teeth's gums.

* Drinking water with decaying vegetable matter was once assumed to be safe, due to the protective action of gastric juices.

* Many sewers at that time emptied into the local river, also the source for municipal drinking water.

BLEH!

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

My One, and Only One, Application of Purple Prose (and why and when and how to break the writing rules)

Purple prose is overly descriptive, ornate, flowery, overdone language that draws attention to itself and pulls the reader out of the story, the danger of relying on many adjectives and adverbs (instead of verbs) in both scenes and narrations.
 
Sometimes, however, I think it's okay to use purple prose (What??? Gasp!) when the writer understands it's a tool and has a reason for employing it. I did that, once in Visage.
 
I needed a succint bridge between two parts of the story, as Melissa's life was going to abruptly change after marrying Jenson College's top music professor, John Simotes. Underscoring that change would be their sex life.
 
Now keeping in mind the story is for young adults AND the fact I wanted something that neatly summarized it, while making that transition both sudden and seamless, I decided the of metaphors in purple prosey style would accomplish it very nicely.
 
The result:
 

 
Although Henry’s opinion that John Simons would rather touch a piano than a woman might have been true, John Simotes excelled in both women and music, perhaps because his approach to them was identical. He treated Melissa with the same methodical finesse as he would a new composition piece. John carefully studied Melissa’s movements, and, with an uncanny instinct for tempo and beat, as well as the nuances of her flats and sharps, played every note and chord to perfection. What annoyed Melissa was the way John treated her like a beginning piano student. He provided step by step instructions, monitored every move, and assigned practice lessons. That said, John never failed to bring the piece to its proper conclusion and always waited until he experienced Melissa’s applause before he himself took a bow, even if that first required an intermission on his part. No exceptions, not that Melissa didn’t try.
 
“We don’t have to do it your way all the time, you know,” Melissa had once grumbled. “It’s okay for me to make a suggestion or two.”
 
“I know how to do this, Melissa.”
 
She could not argue with his logic. Although she longed for him to soften his stance and approach their time together as a duet rather than a solo performance to a captive audience, and a few verbal expressions of affection would have been nice, too, Melissa, deep down, could not resent John’s mechanical, often silent approach to lovemaking. He achieved remarkable results.
           
            Just once did John relinquish his role of maestro...
 
 

Yeah, this is where we'll end it. ;)
 
The point is, all writers need to understand the basic rules about writing in order to weave compelling stories and perfect their craft. The point also is, all rules can be broken (at some point or another), IF writers first comprehend the rules AND understand those rules are merely tools to a satisfying end and then treat them as such.
 
So when writers read, "agents don't like prologues" and "past tense is better than present tense" and "never change your POV in a story, scene, chapter, etc.," know the reason for the maxim, and then, if you decide to go against it, make sure you have a solid reason for it and then write it in such a way to be the fantastic, thumb-your-nost at the rule-maker exception.
 
Just remember: you can't effectively break rules you haven't learned.
 

Monday, June 16, 2014

Guest Post by Sarah Stegall: Change

The following is a piece Sarah Stegall, BryonySeries web administrator emeritus, posted on a small Facebook group called, Change, which consists of her, my other daughter Rebekah, and me.

Rebekah started the group to keep her accountable in her weight loss journey. One of the unfortunate side effects of my desire to cook good food is that my kids love to eat! Timothy, who at one point stood as wide as he was tall, has often told people he didn't become fat because of unhealthy food, no it was extra portions of homemade sausage and bean soup and half loaves of homemade buttermilk bread that did it.

At any rate, Sarah embarked upon a new eating plan and formulated an exercise regime over a year ago. For both girls, it's a real struggle, for they have weak ankles that give out when walking and flat feet and a host of other issues that most of us never face when getting out there and pounding the pavement.

Nevertheless, the progress Sarah has made has been astounding. As she strives toward her own goals, she encourages - and occasionally head thumps - Rebekah in her struggle, and it is an especial struggle for Rebekah because she loves food so much.

But this is just the background to the selection. The main reason I'm sharing it with you today is not just that its wisdom applies to any of us on life's journey, but the fact that my eldest daughter wrote it and that it's full of of the principals and attitudes I tried to exemplify and prayed my children would absorb during my years of actively parenting them.

To all the peoplem, who I'm sure have never looked at this blog, who sneered at me for my, what some might call, "extreme" dedication to parenting and building a legacy, this post by Sarah makes me so, so, so, so, glad I did what I did and very, stinking proud that this woman is my daughter.


"Change" post:

My shin splints have been killing me lately, which means no running. I googled and found a site that shows supination and other common foot stances. I definitely have terrible supination in my right foot. That being said, I'm saving for new shoes that should help the issue and get me back running soon.

Yesterday I focussed on core and upper body since I can't do what is eat to work into my schedule. I did two ten minute workouts, one for arms, shoulder and back, and the other geared towards the different muscles in the stomach. As I'm starting to plateau, I'm finding I have to mix up my routine and start working to build shape.

The first part is losing weight, the second part is reshaping and building on your new foundation with strength training. I'm still losing weight, just more slowly now. I'm struggling to fatigue muscle groups, because let's face it, it's not easy.

We are programmed to touch painful areas and quit when something feels hard. If your muscles aren't contacting and then shaking from the fatigue, you aren't damaging the tissue to force new growth. Practice a plank or a push up and hold it until your body shakes and you collapse. That is a good place to see results. You'll notice over time your strength improves and your holding time lengthens. A good workout will leave you feeling like jelly. To see the most results, 10 to 30 minutes of cardio first will help circulate the oxygen in the blood stream if you are strength training and will burn calories as it's jumpstarting your metabolism. Anything that forces your heart rate up is cardio.

When you are mindful of your diet (not dieting) and what goes into your body, you will look at food more like fuel and energy, which helps make it easier in choosing smarter choices. I still battle portion control, which is why I find it easier to eat all day (or every two hours). My goals are my own and the struggle sucks. It's easier to eat junk and skip workouts, not to mention inner battles and false negotiation. "If I eat this now, I'll workout harder later." Yeah right! I eat it now and skip my whole workout, haha. I have to constantly remind myself that even though it satisfies the taste buds momentarily, it wrecks havoc on the body and will ultimately sabotage my results and progress.

In the beginning I started this journey alone. Now I have layers of support through co-workers and friends; however not everyone is on-board. I feel like there are two sides; the side that wants to see me fail and the side that is rooting for me. I remind myself that I'm a big girl that made unhealthy decisions and that I alone have to correct that. Nobody is going to put the effort in for me. I'm surrounding myself with positive people with like-minded goals, who encourage progress and are judgement free. Healthy people with healthy attitudes lift others up.

Find what pushes you and motivates you to your dream. Remember that results don't happen overnight and if you cheat, you are only cheating yourself. Rise to the challenge, dream big, have long-term goals, change your lifestyle, and remember that people love you, not food. Ask for help and accept advice with an open mind. Take pictures often and journal your experience; this is a good way to reflect when you feel your progress is slow. Seek healing outside of your comfort zone and don't wait for change to come to you. Live your days guilt free with no regrets and love yourself and your body each day. Even when you can't see what others see and feel discouraged, love you for you.

This is a science and if you follow the steps, success is inevitable. Love you always!

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Homemade Pizza (A nice, family-friendly treat for Father's Day)


Pizza
By Jim Brodnicki

Dough
1 (.25 ounce) package active dry yeast
1 cup warm water (110 degrees F/45 degrees C)
2 cups flour (can use whole wheat flour if you would like a healthier crust)
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons white sugar
Sauce
2 4-ounce cans tomato paste
 ½ cup water
6 whole fresh tomatoes, diced
1 teaspoon oregano
1 teaspoon rosemary
1 fresh bay leaf
1 clove garlic, minced
1 yellow (sweet Vidalia) onion, minced
2 tablespoons white sugar
2 tablespoons light brown sugar

Your favorite toppings

 
Let the dough rise for about 45 minutes, until just about doubled in size. Use an oven temperature of 350 and usually the crust will be getting a golden brown in about 20 minutes. Using a regular pizza pie pan, lightly floured, is the best, and you don’t want to spread the crust too thin, rather spread it evenly.

Put all sauce ingredients in a medium pan; let simmer on low for about 30 minutes. You will need to mix it so the sugars (especially the brown) do not start to caramelize at the bottom of the pan. Sugar can be adjusted to taste. I find this is a good balance between garlic and sugar. Remove bay leaf after 20 minutes and then let simmer the remaining 10 minutes.


I like to top the pizza with and Italian mixture of shredded Parmesan, Mozzarella, and Provolone. I also will use an 8 ounce container of Ricotta cheese. Other toppings of my choice would be mild to spicy sausage, fresh sliced mushrooms, onions (even though it is in the sauce), fresh broccoli or spinach, and pepperoni. Of course, your favorite toppings will work well.

Note from Jim Brodnicki: “ I added the option for the whole wheat flour given today's health awareness that we have. I remember one time my mom, Lillian, bought a package of dough mix from the store and it was really bad. That was when she just started doing it this way. The dough is what my mom use to use. The sauce recipe is my own.”
 
From Memories in the Kitchen: Bites and Nibbles From "Bryony"

All proceeds benefit Big Brothers Big Sisters of Will and Grundy Counties. www.bbbswillgrundy.org

Friday, June 13, 2014

Catching Up on Story Round-Up

WHEW! the last few weeks have been a blur!
And here's why!


New Lenox woman commits to relay for life after cancer diagnosis

Actually, she had been involved for many years, but stepped it up this year...WAY UP!

 
Lockport dog lover helps re-home unadoptable dogs
And check out the dog organization she's helping, one of the most eclectic I've seen.
 
An Extraordinary Life: Living his dream
Timmothy Bailey always dreamed of becoming a doctor. A bug he picked up during a medical mission trip to Africa cut that dream short, but his inspirational legacy lives on.
 
Silver Cross surgeons making their mark
By Jeanne Millsap
A very teeny tiny mark...but that's the point. AND it's made state history.
 
JJC prepares for second annual farmers market
With extras for low-income people receiving state assistance
 
Church to hold barbecue fundraiser to support church restoration
The event is past but the need for funds is not. Check out this beautiful church, which looks like it stepped right out of Munsonville.
 
JJC horticulture professor offers tips on wedding flowers
From seasonal to centerpieces to mason jars to DYI, everything you need to make that wedding gorgeous without breaking the bank.
 
Spreading information and hope
Suicide is always devastating, especially when it's a young person that worked for you. Here's one store owner's single-handed response to it.
 
An Extraordinary Life: It was a good opening day for Chuck
Chuck Bernard was all about sports, and he tackled his cancer like a pro. In return, God blessed his final moments in a way that will make you smile.
 
Area libraries offer 'Paws to Read' program
Sign-up is still possible in many places: books about animals combined with winning programs about animals. What's not to like? BTW: the photos alone are worth clicking on the link.
 
Coalition offers free balance classes to New Lenox residents
By Jeanne Millsap
Taking tumble can have more serious consequences than an OUCH on the backside. Read on for the pitfalls of, well, falls...and how to prevent them.
 
Plainfield girl's nut allergy leads to nut-free bakery
What does a tromp through the woods have to do with pig noses? And why is that bad? And what's a Callie's Cutie? Click on the link and find out.
 
Former Joliet music director returns to perform piano only concert
This story generated sixty attendees. "Google" G. Richard Deal on YouTube. Beautiful, beautiful. Why, oh why, was this concert scheduled for a Friday afternoon? :(
 
Plainfield 'School of Rock' encourages children to create music as a group
It's young owner - once a kid taking music lessons and forming horrible sounding bands and now touring as  lead singer in a group that's played House of Bloues in Chicago - has had a wildly successful first year.
 
Manhattan mom organizes garage sales for diabetes research
Great stuff, right? Well, that's the least that Melanie Cabeen has done since her little girl was diagnosed.
 
Something that belongs to Madelynn
She has cerebral palsy and is legally blind, but this little girl is helping train her own service dog.
 
An Extraordinary Life: New Lenox man didn't allow tragedy to interfere with life
Michael McGurk had planned to live a life of service. A devastating high school injury realized that goal.
 
Presence Saint Joseph Medical Center offers new procedure for blocked arteries
By Maureen Blevins
Only five other hospitals in Illinois are doing it, and a Wilmington woman is now able to enjoy her grandchildren becaue of it.
 
Joliet man is self-made expert on Joliet's brewing history
Boy, is he ever! He's speaking at the Joliet Area Historical Museum on July 17 as part of the museum's craft beer event. This is guy is worth the trip. You'll find his stories fascinating, even if you don't like beer or history.
 
Heart of the community
I had interviewed this pastor several years ago and immensely enjoyed, on a personal level, the opportunity to spend time in his presence. Earlier this week, I had the good fortune to repeat it. This man truly deserves the lauds.
 
'They pretty much take care of themselves'
What's not to like about native planting? For the uninitiated, the answer is below. Plus, a national organization devoted to the promotion and support of native planting now has a Will County chapter.

 

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Throwback Thursday: Blank Minds and Blank Pages

First published Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Blank Minds and Blank Pages

Have you ever had a million thoughts running through your head you just had to write, but once you sat down, nothing came at all?

I once thought only novice or burned-out writers experienced it. However, with a dozen years of published writing credits behind me, I guess I've moved beyond the novice state. I still love writing, so I'm probably not burned out either. Yet, nearly every time I face my computer, whether I'm writing for fun or on deadline, those initial words are slow to flow. It even happened when writing Bryony,

What fixes it? Solutions vary. Looming deadlines often get those words jumping onto the page. Re-reading my notes for inspiration helps, too. Scrubbing the kitchen floor or pairing socks might not seem like writing, but it is, for the motion allows ideas to seep into my mind. It reminds me of Alice, when she tried walking directly to the looking glass garden. The more determined she became to reach it, the more it eluded her.
 

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Guest Post by Tommy Connolly: Sounds of Silence

First published February 14, 2014 at tommyconnolly.blogspot.com

A thought-provoking blog post from one of BryonySeries' former publicists.

 
I LOVE YOU...Wonderful When Heard...Stinging When Withheld...
I love you. It is such a simple phrase. A powerful one at that. It can hold you together. It can make you fall apart. I say it every day to my Wife. I say it every day to my Children and my friends. I say it to the World and mean it. There are times it is said in passing like a tip of the hat. The times it can have the deepest impact are the times it's not said.

Growing up my Grandmother's rarely, if ever used these words. They were of a different generation I guess. Both were strong women from tough backgrounds and challenging lifes lived. I knew they loved me. To hear it spoken wasn't so. A scribble in a birthday card nestled next to a crisp five dollar bill was as close to the deed as they got.

In my drinking and using days I threw "I love you's" around like raindrops. They landed upon any young woman who was the object of my desire. I desperately wanted to feel love because I felt so badly about myself. I was a love junkie. I was always the first to say those three little words. I see now how empty and shallow it was. Those are sacred words. To me they are the definition of God himself.
As I have matured and grown in my sobriety I have noticed a terrible habit that I have picked up from some of my family members. That is the intentional omission of the words I love you. To me that is more harmful than a half hearted utterance of the phrase. After a disagreement with my wife when reaching a resolution to our conflict, upon her saying an "I love you" to me there have been times where I have replied, "luv ya," or "ditto." Most likely because I was pouting or things weren't resolved to MY satisfaction.

There have been times when ending a phone conversation she says, "I love you" as she utters her goodbye, and I merely say goodbye. This is truly a sad statement about my conduct and a reflection on what a big dumb baby I can be sometimes. I love my Wife to the center of my being. Why in the name of GOD would'nt I take every single opportunity to let her know that?

I know how bad it makes me feel when I tell someone I love them and they don't say it back to me. To do the same thing to others is just continuing a cycle that is fruitless and cold. Love is the most beautiful thing that we have in this world and should never be taken for granted. I would hate to walk away from someone knowing I held back those words in my selfishness and never see them again.

I know I can be corny. I know I can be a dork, but I really believe that the whole problem with this big ball we are spinning on is that we are moving away from hugging each other to getting wrapped up in ourselves. That "meism" might be our downfall. I have so much to learn about myself. I am glad that I can see where I am wrong and try to change things. I know I don't have to be the guy I was yesterday or an hour ago.
All You Need Is LOVE was such a simple Lennon song. Almost nursery rhyme like in its' structure the songs' simplicity is right on the Money. If all you need is love when someone gives me what I need I damn well owe it to them to give them what they need. Right?

Chasing Serenity, the Clouds and the Corn Row Runners...

Serenity is one of those words that has the feel of the word wrapped up in itself. Words like agitate make my tongue live the definition as it lurches uncomfortably through the three syllables. Caress soothes my mind and body as I utter the invitingly crafted letters. When I say the word serenity I feel the lightness of the elusive term just barely hovering on my lips tranquilly coaching me to comfort.

I have known moments of serenity. I enjoy them as much as anything I have ever experienced. The feeling of being completely at peace with myself, my creator and my universe is like nothing else. The paradox is that serenity is like a drug in itself. Now that I have had fleeting glimpses of it I want more. My whole problem with myself and my conflict with the real world is my desire for ME and MORE and NOW!
The harder I chase serenity, the farther it seems to be from me. I remember when I was a kid and I would be riding in the backseat of the car staring at the clouds. As the car would be going along I would pick out a cloud and wait for the car to catch it. No matter how fast we went, no matter how long I stared, the cloud always seemed to be just out of reach. Then suddenly we had passed it by.

I also raced the corn row runners. If you lived in corn country as a child you know the corn runners. When you drive by great spanses of cornfields and stare at the rows of corn they seem to come alive. The rows begin to take the shape of legs and begin to run. No matter how many fields you pass corn runners never tire. They just keep on going. They either are just in front of you or right along side of you. they can run all day and into the evening, as long as the shadows are just right.

I would compare it to taking a pad of paper and making an animation. You start on the first page. Draw a circle, turn the page. Draw the circle again slightly lower on the page. Continue page by page until the circle hits the bottom of the page and you reach the end of the pad of paper. Now flip the pages through your fingers and the ball magically becomes an animated bouncing ball. I used to do this for hours on end with clouds, corn runners and many pads of paper.
Serenity is defined by the American Heritage Dictionary as, "Clear," "Tranquil," "Unruffled" and "Unclouded." I was surprised by the definition when I read it. I though it would be much more mystical and Dali Lama like. That is how things tend to go for me when I "pre-decide" how outcomes should be. They rarely live up to the billing or grand notion my mind has erected. People and their lives, feelings, choices and reactions keep getting in the way of my big picture.

I have come to realize that serenity, for me, isn't a chosen, conscious feeling or experience. It happens when it happens. Usually when I go with the flow and let things be. What I shoot for now is "surrenderty." I can make that happen or end up with that agitation I mentioned way back at the top. I can choose to be happy to a point in life. People don't MAKE us happy we allow them to make us that way. The same can be said for unhappy, angry and all the rest of the positive or negative emotions that come with human interaction.

I know this for a fact because there are times when my wife has called me a co******er and it didn't phase me. I laughed in fact. On another occasion she called me a "Drama Queen" and I almost filed for divorce. It's all in how I decide to accept and surrender to the people and circumstances who are in my reality that are going to determine my serenity or lack of it. I look forward to when it comes again.
For now I am grateful to have moments of serenity and a philosophy of "surrenderty." I will still chase clouds and dreams. I will still watch the corn runners keeping pace alongside my car. I don't waste the paper I did drawing those bouncing balls in crude animation. I am lucky to be a part of real films and television. I know one thing for sure. If I think I can control outcomes, run other people's lives and worry my way to serenity, I'll never even catch a glimpse of it. Thanks God for giving me the wisdom to realize how little I know....and finally realizing I don't need to...


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Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Eureka, Duanne Walton! (And Why, "As you know, Bob," Doesn't Always Work)

Side note to Duanne: We, all of us at WriteOn! Joliet, missed something very obvious. Why can't Jen dial from a rotary desk phone? Think of the year of the novel. A rotary phone is very plausible. THEN, her thought is totally in line. Brilliant, huh?

For everybody else, (including Duanne): read on:

One info dump fiction writers often use (and poorly) to "show" knowledge the reader needs to know goes like this:

Joe: Having a baby girl really surprised us, because, as you know, Bob, we had decorated the nursery in blue.

Joe: I was really disappointed to catch a mackeral, because, as you know Bob, I prefer bass.

Joe: I don't want to attend my class reunion, because, as you know, Bob, all the kids picked on me.

Usually, when we know someone knows, we don't talk that way. But even when we writers recognize we're being this obvious in dialogue, we don't recognize that we're "info dumping" when penning our characters' thoughts. Most of us (unless you're as old as I) don't remind ourselves of things we know. For example:

Joe stood in front of the mirror. He picked up his comb with a lean muscular arm. He stood six foot three with touseled blonde hair that was just starting to thin, even though he still had the bulky frame of his high school football years. He looked down at his feet and wished they were smaller. It was so hard to find shoes these day.

Joe watched the new employee settle down at his desk. He remembered him, all right, the former next door cranky neighbor of his childhood, that one that yelled at him for cutting through his flower gardens, picking apples from his tree for an afternoon snack, and petting his Collie without permission.

Even better:

The new employee sat down at his desk. Joe's chest tightened, and he threw down his pencil. Him, again!

And let the reader discover why Joe dislikes the new employee.

Finally, an excerpt from Staked! I'm letting the reader know what John-Peter himself hasn't admitted to himself, having full confidence that the reader is able to deduce it without having to spell it out (cliche, FYI) in an info dump:

            At school Monday, Karla was leaning against his locker, waiting for him.
            “I threw away the mandrake root,” she said, avoiding his eyes.

             “Move.”

             Karla meekly stepped aside, and John-Peter flung open the door. “Good. You ruined it.”
           
             “Can you get me another? I’ll let you carve it.”

             “I can’t do Curtis Chandler justice.”

              Karla blushed and bowed her head. “I didn’t mean for it come out that way. It’s just that.…”
            
              Her voice trailed off. John-Peter slammed the door and spun the dial, but, as he turned to leave, Karla caught his sleeve.

            “John-Peter, have you ever been in love?”


             His mouth went dry. He dropped a door and asked in a low voice, “Why do you ask?”

           “Because I think I’m in love with Curtis Chandler.”        

            The boy flinched as if she had punched him, but he only said, “Shouldn’t you be telling this to Curtis?”

           “I wanted to know what you thought. We used to tell each other everything.”

            Karla’s voice broke, and John-Peter glanced at the crowd of students filling the hall. He hated Mondays.


“The job of the dramatist is to make the audience wonder what happens next, not to explain to them what just happened.” David Mamet

I hope you're wondering what happened next.


 

Monday, June 9, 2014

The Author's View from Monday Morning

A satisfying weekend on so many levels, I hardly know where to begin.

One, it feels fantastic to be starting the week only slightly behind. I hope I improve even upon that before the next five days end. I am on call for this weekend, but, unless there's breaking news that needs coverage, I will still have time for fiction.

Two, although I didn't spend as much time with the prequel as I had wished (only twelve hours), I am pleased with the progress made and the opportunity for uninterrupted, focused work.

Three, spent time with family: Family Guy with Daniel; half a day with Joshua, Amber, Ezekiel, and Morris to support Amber in her rededication water baptistm yesterday; and a fun clothes party with Rebekah (to finally try on clothes set aside by both Rebekah and Amber over six months ago). No Once Upon a Time (clothing party took longer than anticipated), but at least Rebekah and I won't be twiddling our thumbs waiting for the next season to begin; we are backed up that far in old episodes (No spoilers, please).

Four, last night I did reduce "new mail" from 279 to just 33. HURRAY!

Five, (the best), learned I'd made a difference in someone's life. Isn't that why God let's us live another day?



 

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Recipe for Author-ly Happiness

1) Stay late at work all week catching up so as to avoid bringing assignments home on the weekend when one would rather write fiction.

2) Inform Rebekah (in advance) that she is to vacate the bedroom for all of Saturday, until bedtime (hers).

3) Buy plenty of Gloria Jean coffee.

4) Sign online.

5) Find imagination-trigger music on YouTube. Repeat the same song for three hours because it keeps the ideas flowing. Find new song when muse dries up.

6) Re-read previous chapters of works.

7) Go to first paragraph/scene/character description bleeped over for lack of research. Repeat with remaining paragraphs after progress is made.

8) Research.

9) Write.

10) Reheat coffee.

11) Write.

12) Grab food.

13) Research.

14) Write.

15) Reheat coffee.

16) Write.

17) Research.

18) Write.

19) Grab food.

20) Curse at the computer when it runs slowly, only to realize you have fifty tabs open.

21) Break concentration to figure out which tabs you no longer need.

22) Reheat coffee.

23) Re-read.

24) Grab food.

25). Research.

26) Write.

27) Reheat coffee, and glance at clock. Wonder how tweleve hours passed so quickly.

28) Reluctantly let Rebekah back in the bedroom so she can sleep.

29) Argue with Rebekah that the desk light is NOT in her eyes and that you will NOT turn it off.

30) Turn desk light toward wall.

31) Write.

32) Research.

33) Write.

34) Re-read chapter from start to finish.

35) Tweak chapter.

36) Reluctantly call it a night at one o'clock Sunday morning.

37) Close files, sign off the internet.

38) Grab food.

39) Place phone on charger

40) Shower and bed.

What an absolutely phenomenal weekend!

 

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Throwback Thursday: What is Bryony?

First published Tuesday, August 10, 2010

What Is "Bryony?"

How and when I decided to give John Simons' wife the name of a poisnous vine and then encase his mansion in it is lost in obscurity. I only remember. rejecting "ivy" and recalling the name, "Briony," from Ruth M. Arthur's "A Candle in her Room." Coincidentally, and not on purpose (Honest!), Briony's older sister in that book is named, "Melissa."

At the time, I thought Briony's meaning had something to do with briars. When I researched the name, I discovered it was actually an obnoxious, toxic weed, with predator-type qualities, so perfect for a vampire novel.

Below are a few facts about Bryony, complements of the Montana State University and its July 28, 2009 press release, "Fast-growing, noxious weed, white bryony, found in Bozeman." (http://www.montana.edu/). First, its description:

* Bryony can grow up to 6 inches a day and quickly cover the sides and tops of trees.
* Its rooting system can be up to 18 inches in length and resembles a white turnip.
* White bryony has dark green, palmately lobed leaves, each with an associated tendril.
* The flowers are small, yellow-green or yellow-white, and are located in the leaf axils.
* The fruit is a round berry, which turns black as it ripens.
* Birds eat and spread these fruits. The fruits are highly toxic to humans and animals.

White bryony first appeared in United States during the 1970s. Its nickname is "Kudzu of the Northwest." Here's why:

* Bryony's rapid growth can block all light to the host plant.
* Heavy winter snow can accumulate on bryony and break the branches of the host plant.
* Following breakage, disease and insects may invade the host plant.
* The spread of white bryony can reduce wind protection for people and livestock.
* It can also lead to loss of wildlife habitat.

One must exercise caution when removing bryony:

* Wear protective gear (gloves, long sleeves), as bryony can irritate skin.
* Certain, effective herbicides can be hazardous to the host species.
* To apply, Pull the bryony vine away from the plant before applying.
* Several applications may be necessary.
* White bryony regenerates from the root, so severing the vines is not as effective.
* Root damage is the most effective control method. Cut roots several inches below the soil.
* This must be done in autumn, after the leaves have died.
* Watch for new plants and repeat.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

What Some of My Notes and Outlining Looks Like

Here's one chapter from the prequel. I've got a nice draft of it already written that I'm planning to bring to WriteOn Joliet Thursday night.

I didn't use every element here (if you can decipher it, perfectly clear to me), but it gave me the skeleton and the memory jogs I needed to write the chapter. Even Mr. Doctorow couldn't deny this is writing. ;)

BTW, this outline built up over time. I have less developed ones, such as this one:


 
 
Before the Blood Kellen’s Story Chapter 1: Ashes

CHAPTER 1: ASHES. Background of Kellen’s life. Who his parents were and what happened to father and grandfather.

 Kellen’s early years, up to meeting John and offering successs. Then learns of John’s engagement to Bryony Marseilles. (30,000) Kleen only new hardship and privation. Childhodo home, knocked up the neighbor’s girl, married her, and she faithfully produced a new offspring every nine to ten months. Some lived, some didn’t, but it was all the same to Kellen. There were still too many mouths to feed.

 CHAPTER 1: ASHES.

 Back story of Kellen’s parents. Where is his grandfather and father. Both died in 30 year war or the events leading up to it. Describe it with  history.

 Geography and history of the area. Who were Kellen’s parents? What was their history? Poor people? Landowners that lost it? Create a background for them.

 
Father is killed.

Name glanced at name and rested her hand on her swollen belly.



 
 
 
 
 
 
Before the Blood. John’s Story. Chapter 2: Tasting Immortality

Grows up with chubby Nora, name her parents. Mom is cook, dad is driver.

CHAPTER 2: TASTING IMMORTALITY. John’s earliest years. Fell asleep as a toddler to the drones of Hail Mary’s while his mother fingered her rosary beads by the flickering firelight.. Altar boy to high Roman masses Father strict and cold; mother gentle and herb-growing. Mr resp all that is good and pure int eh world; father judgment and high standada , discipline, but father set his sights aas the armk he would reach and surpass. Delighted with a 3 year old delight at how make grown servants scurry to honor his every beck and call. Mr. played piano as part of her training, but John had a natural instinct for the instrument from an early age. Took a whooping for crying on about some trifle. Developed a hatred and rivalry for father after that. Learns that Granny Spencer knows about poisons as she scuttles abtu cottage bring her her dinner which she eats like a wild naimal, wipes mouth back of sleeve, warns him to stay away from bryony, invasive, to gardens, to stock, to hyuman, beautiful to behyuold but deadly to ingest. Ave Maria.

 

(Reserach God and his sattriutes. Harder ones belong to Dad, softer ones to mom. She also grows lots of plnts and herbs, so when he is sick she is also the god that heals. FAther rep the scinetici rational part of God; mother reps the myseery. open to latenertiv eforms of healing because of mom. )

 

(Reserach famous composers of the 19th cnetury. find one musicians from the day to visit Spencer Inn, rpaise Joohn’s music, catch John’s soul afire to write and play for a living.)

 
SCENE 1

 
Lede with a dream of descending into hell and encountering Satan. Description of Abbott

 Wakes in a panic. Sees nursery fire, drone of mother praying rosary by firelight

 
Look round the romm, describe, drone of mr payrin roasy firelight. Gazed out the window and saw his star (decribe how looking for him, hwo looked, desdription).

same dream with variations. spometimes god, sometimes the devil, but nightly occurance (tyhen what).  for long time confused father with either the devil or god. for young John, really was the same thing. (Both were (descrbe authrztic and fear of punbhsmetn). For living within his father's domain had steeped within John an acute sensitivity to the supreme and eternal.

Omnipotence of God: his father

Through that, John learned the authority and power of the Son of God. (nanny, etc.)/

Majesty of God:

Attended church when father was in town. The cathedral was like home, cold, stone, and beautiful, but for John, only its music was alive and uplifted the soul. His father stood beside him, immobile save for singing those beautiful words, and John wondered if they cut deeply into him to stir something inside him, of if his father really had no clue.

Angels and ministering spirits his mother, the closest John ever came to the love of God.


Not sure if he even wishes to tell her because of her fragility that grows with each chapter as she becomes more elusive and reclusive. She totally supports him in his choices. She is the angel of his life, and an even more ethereal presence in the house. Her suite is a sanctuary of the after-life, full of flowers, herbs, fine furnishings, pastels, whites, splashes of color.

 
Lived life close to god, felt the glory of absolute power (harder attribtues of god in his father) and the more bentiful majestic parts of God. Descibr parties and daily life.Through nanny, all his mneed were met, like th caretaker of GodDescribe his day and how those attributes come to play. the impressions tha came ot his mind adn ho whe was unable to vrebalize them. staeyd dint ehnursery and ate his meals there at spencer’s inn ate at the table. what John’s daily routnie was lke. at home and Knew he ahd a str looknig otu fo rhim. Noticed that with tehasusarnc ecold make servant sbeck to his lap and acall (foudn out by acc when gave one an order one dayu).

Long before john reached his father’s stature he already know the secret of his father’s pwoer. not his height but his moeny. Knew now that the  that the secret of his omnipotence lay not in his height, but in his influence and wealth. But if dad rep the devil and the absolute power and authority of God then his mother personified grace, love and mercy. and why.

Mostly, however, John knew music.

Know he knew music. His mothe rsang bedtime hymns, especially Irish ones, an playe dthe piao at his father’s house for ntertainmetn. the chanting of latin at st patrick’s Catherdarl (work Irish element in there someheree-father’s mtoher was a calkins). DESDRIBE church and what masses ther w wer elike. Decribte ht eold pastor (use exisitn desdriptiona dn names, if possible from the website’s church history) church, likehome was orderly. everytign happened in graceful orderly processions it wa salway the asme predictbale, lvoely,

Rarely ill, but his father freqnely was with the doc being claled in for one thign or antoher. Lucetta was the angle of thenight moving slieltn aroudn and it seeme dher medicine did jas well s the docs. wodnered why not just skip altogether and cut staright to the quick. Caretaking God nanny: all came togther provide a glimpse of God in john’s life. Toeverythign apurose udner the sun...or star.

SCENE 3:

Asked mother abtu ti at bedtime whil ehse wa slistneing ot his paryers (list teh prayers they said kneeling by his bedside). How did he ntoice the star ? Oftene looked for it when?Mother take shim by  hadn to woindoe poitn sit out and tells the stoyr of his sister, now na agnel in heaven, is reathcin gov er him.

Yet if John was to cite any favorite early memory, it was summer holiday he had spent at Spencer Inn with his mother, when he discovered the secret of his own godliness.

Research hsi mmeory of driving rher and his fist imprssion of the inn. how arrived to a late, hurried dinner and being put to bed by his mother, a starnge and rare occurance indeed. slept without nightmares (commentaryP) and rose to (the sweetness of the coutnry describe). learned to ride horeses and to cook.

 Breakfast and the rst of ht eday. how no one seemed to be ther eto serve him only. how he spent the day. Visiting Granny Spencer. Describe in details her abode—including herbs, her appearance, what they did there, and John’s reaction to her.

Describe moonbathing,

 

• What is your motto?

Fair is foul, and foul is fair."
- William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 1.1

(favorite muttering)

 
SCENE 4:

Something about helping in the garden, something about VINES, and a beware of a poisonous vine will be his destruction. Mutter, sppoky prediction, perhaps in verse. predicting his obsession with Bryony and how it would be his downfall.

SCENE 5:

But th sheer magic wa after dinner, after Bible. Recalle dthe story of (pick one that will fit the mood and gvive a differnet view of God than he alrady knew) when gathered  in the parlor to play. this was a different music than the carefully crafted compositions he heard at home.

 
How grandfather played. How mtoher palyed. whaty  they played togtheer. How john longed to touch those keys. Not impuslve; everythgi happedn in its timne, for  reason and for purpse WHAT IS THE INCITNG ICNCDENT THAT MAKES JOHN PLAY?

 
Grandrther’s reaction to his playing. From that poitn foreard, John given full and fre acces to the pinao, not just at night. Spent that entire summer compsonig and playing, etiher from ear, memory, or thte inner workkings of his mind. All the impressions that hard to verbalize came flowing through his fingertips and onto the keys.

 
Life had a differne torderlies abot it. more lfuid, mor espontanaous. gave john the room he neede do crate music. cold nto be at th epano all theitme, btu when not, wa sthnkign music. Even the ??? served at dinner ahd its own musicla qulaity (descirb) nature had a musicla qulaity, mother had musical auwolity, emtoions had musicla uwlity granndy did animals did, peooel at Spenci Inn did. Describe guests and what they sounded like. Played and composed heedless of fatigue, hugner, thirst until pants damp and more than once made a scarmbling dash for the outhouse.

 
Given an order by mother never to mentinit in hosue, that be their secret abtou this music. John agreed, never realizing at the time that making music was something inherent inside him. Rather, thoguth it was part of the atmosphere surroudnign the magical coutnrside that surrounded Spencer Inn.

 
For several summers, this is what John did dnad how he lived. During the cold NY winters, lived in an envirnemtn as cold and austere as the environmetn, house, adn his father was. In the summer, ran free iwn warmth and sunshine.

The followign sumerm, each summer made progress and haewt John wa splaying. Everetee, greatly neouctege ,bgout o ut sheet music and bougth others for John to play. The Inn became know for john’s music and atrtradte gusts to play.

john utned seven adn now tasted immortality for the fist tme, the true bodya dn blood of Chriats udne the species of bread and iwne. Neve rdoutbed what he ate and rank was relaly  his rator adn John love dhaving he divine suring throuhg his very body and touching all he touched. SEved at the later and thrille dto be close to wher tehemyseroius of life ocuurred and became fasincated with thepwoer that the pridsdt had to turn oridinary braed and wine into the god that create dthe univers and healed it into place by a single owrd.

SCENE 6:

Anothe summer passed as usual.

that summer John turned seven, a most notewory visitor came to Spencer Inn. (famous composer of the day). It was ???, who listened most intently to John’s musica dn said. theboy

that night, john pndered all the fmaous man had said. Rseovled dto do thwat mde pldege.

 
SCENE 7:

When returned, realized for the first time how short and less intimidating his father was. Arrvied to sern displae mother wanteing ot hsow off son’s gifts. John played eager to show his father and win his approvel but father was cold adn heartles sabotu John’s abilties. Queitly: very quaint, but lacking practicality for one destined to become a banker.

Crushed, despite the fact his father was short, but mother came to rescue and defended John. Double blow to the boy: lacked father’s approval and wasn’t strong enough to stand up to him. All at once, John resolved not live nder his father’s rule, but to one day establish his own ingdome. By disappoving his music, Abbott had unqwittingly set himsel fup against his son as a rival. John would not oppose him yet, but he woujld one day soon.

 In the meantime, woudl set abotu thebueisns of begining his own kidgome, his own legacy, and one that did not include, now and forver, the need for his father’s position and money.