Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Planning to Write is Not Writing. Agree or Disagree?

Planning to write is not writing. Outlining, researching, talking to people about what you're doing, none of that is writing. Writing is writing. E.L. Doctorow

 
Overall, I disagree.
 
Yes, yes, yes, there's the cliche of the fellow sitting at the bar, chatting away about the Great American Novel he will one day write. If that's what Mr. Doctorow meant, then I agree with him.
 
However, consider:
 
Planning to write: All writing starts with an idea. One cannot develop an idea without a plan, even if it's simply my plan for staying up late on Fridays into Saturdays and up late again Saturday night to write fiction. Now, for life reasons, that plan does not always happen, but without planning for it, it would never happen.
 
Ditto for my work-related writing. I'm an obsessive list-writer and daily-schedule maker, jotting down the projects I'll tackle and in which order, etc. The fact that I revise that list multiple times each day doesn't make that list any less helpful. It only means I can adjust my tasks - and my expectations of what's possible in any given work day - accordingly.
 
And if "planning to write" doesn't count as writing, our weekly staff meetings to review what we will write are worthless. And they're not. So there.
 
Outlining: As a kid, I hated outlining, ye olde 1, 2, 3, with subheadings of A, B, C that felt like the death of every school writing project ever assigned. I never outlined my feature stories, and I did not outline Bryony, and whereas novel one was a delightful topsy turvy, near falling in love adventurous experience, my subsequent writing has progressed more smoothly since adopting outlines.
 
What changed my mind? My kids, actually. When I began writing Visage, they wanted to read it a chapter at a time. I did not write Bryony in order. So to meet their request, I had to write an outline, not the type of outline from my school days, but one that worked for me. This had several advantages.
 
One was the ability to utilize small modules of time and still be productive. Outlines take less time than actual prose, so I could get my basic thoughts onto paper (yeah, okay, "paper") and flesh out those thoughts "paint by number" style when I had more time.
 
Two, that fleshing out was much easier with my basic thinking done.
 
Furthermore, by outlining an entire story and then outlining that story by chapter and then by outlining that story by scene and taking the time to review my notes, I could immediately spot any plot holes, character inconsistencies, dead spots, and ridiculous or ineffecive twists.
 
When I saw how well this worked for novel-writing, I applied it to my features writing. To this day, the hardeset part of my job is the ten minutes I take to write that snappy lede and outline the rest of the story. The rest is, well, writing. But with an outline, I already know what I'm going to write.
 
Researching: Sorry, Mr. Doctorow, but part of world-building IS research. How do I replicate a Victorian ball if I don't research it? How can Henry Matthews spring from the page if I don't understand nineteenth-century dandies and their manner of dress? How will Dr. Rothgard's experimental treatments seem real if I don't understand some basic hematology? Even the boat scene in chapter twenty-four of Bryonywould look ridiculous if I didn't learn how one safely enters, exists and steers a rowboat. Spaghetti would be woefully out of place at a Simons Mansion banquet, unless I could devise an extremely good reason for placing it there. The construction of chapter twenty-seven in Bryony necessitated hours of glorious research (Boy, did I have fun!!!). 'Nuff said.
 
Talking to people about what you're doing: This one is a two-edged sword. Too much talking might translate into too little writing, as it may give one a false sense of accomplishment. However, a bit of sharing - with carefully selected people - also keeps the writer accountable and on track. When I was writing Visage and Staked!, I had three very attentive readers that, every weekend, nudged me toward the computer to produce the next installment. They even took over the cooking and household chores. Now, that's an engaged reader!
 
Tomorrow: I'll copy and paste some of my outlines and notes, decipherable only to me.
 
 

Monday, June 2, 2014

How the Weekend Wrapped Up and Where We Are at With "Staked!"

I spent five hours yesterday working on Before the Blood, certainly not the writing marathon I had wanted, but enough to keep me from entering Monday morning feeling resentful. Plus, while I'm not feeling quite caught up at work, Saturday's productivity has been feeling not-so-woefully behind..except for the 130-some emails staring me down.

Now if I can only keep up the momentum all week!

Then I spent most of yesterday afternoon with the fiction writers, reviewing their work, discussing progress made, and setting new goals. I was especially heartened to hear that they've met even when I cannot. I love their passion for their work and their dedication to perfecting it. WriteOn, indeed!

Came home and dashed out again with Timothy for just a few groceries, as he does major shopping on Mondays when he's home. Then, leaving the spoils in the trunk, we decided to go for a walk and talk before the rain came. Three times out and turn around because it started pouring, only to have it let up as we headed back, so spin around and set out again. We did that for about forty-five minutes, and then, after the final round of sprinkling that mocked us, we gave it up.

Rebekah and I did not watch Once Upon a Time. :(
I did however enjoy two (three?) Family Guy episodes with Daniel on Friday night.

Okay, now Staked! The third and (sort of ) final book in the BryonySeries has been ready to go for some time now, except for THE COVER! No matter what Sarah does or what I do, the @$%#%$Q@#$ thing won't upload. This morning I sent an email to our graphic artist to resend it as the original email has flitted off to the Twilight Zone. I'm hoping that re-downloading the art will solve the problem. Another writer messaged me the other day saying he was fed up with Createspace. For now, I'm assuming the error is mine until proven otherwise. However, if we still have trouble after Cal Graphics sends it, I'll be calling tech support.

Getting closer to realization on the side project. Meeting this morning. More on that as it gets closer to completion.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

A Bit Remiss in Posting, Here's Why

Backed up in "real world" writing. Even ten-plus hour days (and then some, especially Friday night) hadn't rectified.

Sooooo, I spent nearly all day Saturday and into Sunday (except for one, perfectly luscious afternoon nap) catching up, and I'm very nearly there. I'm sure that will change over this next week.

Sunday afternoon, gonna meet with the fiction writers. Church is a wash - Timothy has an event he's working at the College of DuPage, so no transportation - so, if I can fall asleep soon (caffeine finally kicked in, figures, right?), I'll spend Sunday morning writing fiction, the afternoon in a meeting, and the evening gearing up for a new work week and watching Once Upon a Time with Rebekah (as we are far, far behind in that, too).

However, I do have nearly one hundred and fifty emails to plow through, and a couple minor issues to rectify with Staked! (You know, the novel we had planned to release six months ago, SIGH!), at least according to the email Sarah Stegall sent me over a week ago.

Oh, yeah, and the minor pieces of information that needed handling in the last two chapters of Before the Blood.

Somewhat disappointed, yes, but not overwhelmingly so, because I love this job, so spending the weekend working it isn't depressing, just, well, not the plans I would have preferred.

Maybe next weekend?

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Throwback Thursday: New Life From Ashes

First published Sunday, August 29, 2010

New Life From Ashes

For years, despite a daily midnight (or earlier) rising time, we actively belonged to a church nearly 50 miles away from home. Often, we imported two vans full of people. Parish life and newspaper delivery consumed us on Sundays.

Once deliveries were completed, we made the rounds of picking up people. Most were members of the church youth group we oversaw. No two kids lived in the same town. Eastern Orthodox services last ninety minutes, minimum. Following that was additional services, Sunday School, and fellowship. By the time we returned each child to his front porch, it was close to bedtime.

Last year, for many reasons, that Sunday routine fell apart. Church attendance was sporadic at best. Running a caravan became impossible. We muddled through a spiritual wilderness that seemed to have no end.

Then, in the middle of the flu crisis in our household, the former assistant pastor unexpectedly stopped to see us. It wasn’t a social visit; he had an announcement. He wanted to begin a mission church at our house, even if it only served his family and ours. We couldn’t believe it. Church, with all its amenities was coming to us. Hoo! Hoo!

Through the winter, we met twice a month. We wrote a business plan. We planned. We encouraged one another. We conducted a few, small services, then scheduled them with more frequency. We held a Lenten workshop, a round robin of house blessings, and two agape meals. We cheered the day we became "official" and received donations of the items required to celebrate Divine Liturgy.

The first official Divine Liturgy was on Pentecost, outside where growing, green things abounded. It was less than perfect. I was sick and lost my voice after the first round of litanies; my kids struggled to chant the entire service. An occasional motorcycle blasted through the neighborhood. Our priest occasionally lost his place in the service book. Yet, we felt exultant at the liturgy's conclusion. We had begun. We were on our way. It was a glorious feeling.

 

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Show vs. Tell: Is Telling Ever Preferred?

Yes.

Showing - writing scenes - allows the reader to live the experience as it unfolds. Through dynamic (imagery that moves) descriptions, action, and dialogue, the writer moves the plot forward, foreshadows, drops clues, create conflict and resolution, delivers informtion, hints at motives, and reveals personality.

All good things. And yet, every scene is not worthy of "show."

Too much show, and the reader will have trouble diciphering what's important in the story. Too much show feels exhausting to the reader, as he encounters scene after scene with no breaks. Furthermore, every details does not need to be, well, detailed. This is where "tell" is a useful tool.

Effective uses of "tell" include summarizing useful information that doesn't require - and should not be presented - in minute detail. "Tell" provides a succint bridge from one scene to the next. "Tell" also allows the writer to set and vary the pace of the story.

An example from Visage of both "show" and "tell."


Finally, the day arrived when Steve and Brian loaded Melissa’s few remaining belongings into the back of Steve’s cleaning van. She had learned her lesson about traveling lightly last year, when they had moved to Munsonville. As the miles put Melissa’s hometown behind for what she hoped to be the final time, an army of impressions besieged her: the storm in John’s eyes the first time he kissed her, Henry’s exhortations to “be herself,” Fr. Alexis’ reassurance vampire dreams were normal, and an envelope of dried purple rose petals, proving her dreams were real. Forget the past, Henry had warned, but Bryony’s life held Melissa’s most precious memories. Besides, Harold Masters had raised her reading standards long before Melissa had caught John in her bedroom. Be strong, Melissa told herself.

“Bring it on!” she said aloud.

Brian peered at her over his comic book.

“Did you say something, Melissa?” Steve called back.

“Just excited about starting school.”

Brian stared at her. “If you say so,” he said in a voice too low for Steve to hear.

“You’re just jealous because I have a higher purpose in life.”

“Yeah, that’s why you spent last semester mooning in your bedroom.”

“I was studying. It paid off, too.”

Brian raised the book higher and slid far down into his seat. “What kind of a school gives away full, last-minute scholarships based on a corny paragraph?”

Darlene closed her book and turned around. “Who’s hungry?”
Melissa hated to stop, but Jenson was a seven-hour drive. After a quick fast-food lunch, Melissa pretended to nap since it passed the time, but adrenaline surged through her limbs the closer Steve’s van carried her to John’s territory.

The argument between Melissa and Brian is important for the story's progression (show); the details regarding packing up Melissa for college and every leg of the trip from Grover's Park to Jenson is not (tell) and would have bored the reader had I included it.

However, if this interchange between Melissa and Brian had occured during the packing and loading of Steve's van, I would have given the reader a glimpse of that packing through "show."

Consider one more scene, also from Visage:


          The opportunity presented itself the very next day. Science had just ended. Melissa was heading toward the staircase that would take her from the third floor classroom to her dorm room when Johnny Simotes passed her on the way down.

“Good afternoon,” he said, without stopping or looking at her.

It’s now or never, Melissa thought. Aloud she said, “Excuse me.”

The professor paused and turned toward her with a polite expression. His suit today was royal blue, and the cut was definitely not Victorian, but...oh God! John Simons was alive, standing this close, and looking directly at her.

Melissa paused and took a deep breath. “Would you have dinner with me one night?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I said, ‘Would you have…?’”

“I heard you just fine.” Johnny peered closer. “Are you a music student?”

“No. I met you orientation weekend.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t....”

“Brad Eaton introduced us. You played in the band.”

“Oh. Well, thank you for the invitation, but I’m not interested. I’m engaged.”

He trotted down the stairs. Melissa closed her eyes and stood there, wishing the staircase would vanish and take her with it. What had gone wrong? Had she missed something in her reasoning? She could just hear Henry’s mocking tone, Is the truth of the little arrangement greater than your heart can bear, ringing in her ears. Even worse, the incident spread through the Jenson College faster than brushfire.

“You asked out Professor Simotes? I don’t believe it!” Tracy said at dinner that night.

“Shut up,” Julie hissed at her. “There’s no reason to broadcast it.”

Tracy threw her head back and laughed. “There isn’t anyone here who hasn’t heard it.”

“All the same, use some discretion.”

In misery, Melissa scraped slimy gravy off her meatloaf. She had been so sure Johnny Simotes was John Simons! Such an awful blunder! She would never, never live down the shame.
 
The embarrassing conversation between John and Melissa is definitely something to show; the use of telling for "the incident spread through Jenson College faster then brushfire," very neatly lets the reader know Melissa's shame far more neatly than providing repetitive, blow by blow, accounts of each incident.
 
To emphasize Melissa's humiliation, I "show" part of an evening meal featuring Julie, Tracy, and Melissa. And because of the "previous" telling, this use of "show" allows the depths Melissa's shame stand out like relief.

 

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Cold Beef Stewed with Apples

From the official BryonySeries cookbook, Memories in the Kitchen: Bites and Nibbles from "Bryony."
 
All proceeds donated to Big Brothers Big Sisters of Will and Grundy Counties (www.bbbswillgrundy.org).

  
Melissa is thrilled when John finally invites her to a picnic away from the mansion, just the two of them. Of course, John feels Bryga packed enough food to feed them for a week, but even that careless remark couldn’t completely dampen Melissa’s excitement of being alone with John.

Cold Beef Stewed with Apples

 Beef, cut into thin slices

Butter

Apple, sliced fine

Salt

Pepper

Onion (optional)

Rub a stew pan with butter and put in sliced beef with pepper, salt, and apple; some would add a little onion. Cover it tight and stew until tender.
 
Adapted from Miss Beecher’s domestic receiptbook: designed as a supplement to her Treatise on domestic economy.


Friday, May 23, 2014

Story Round Up Only

The world suddenly seemed so much bigger

Meet Alex Paramo, super student, accepted at four major universities--he chose Stanford--son of parents that speak little English. What's his secret? Read on!

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/17/the-world-suddenly-seemed-so-much-bigger/agcsi36/


An Extraordinary Life: Joliet woman's love of animals bred like rabbits

Hilarious! Must read! (or at least click on the rabbit photo).

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/05/07/an-extraordinary-life-joliet-womans-love-of-animals-bred-like-rabbits/a53nh1t/


Cat allergy doesn't stop shelter volunteer
By Jan Larsen

She's cleans AND cooks for these furry felines...after her allergy shots.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/09/cat-allergy-doesnt-stop-shelter-volunteer/ap34xio/


Two local women celebrate 50 years in their respective health professions
By Jeanne Millsap

One is a nuclear technologist and the other is a medical transcriptionist, and baby! Those professions have come a long way.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/30/two-local-women-celebrate-50-years-in-their-respective-health-professions/asqvle6/


Izzy's owner hosts meatloaf cook-off to benefit veterans

Take a guess at Izzy made, go on, guess! You'll never guess.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/30/izzys-owner-hosts-meatloaf-cook-off-to-benefit-veterans/arfqux3/


Crest Hill minister publishs poetry about controversial social issues

Plus, she is the sweetest lady anyone could ever meet.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/05/13/crest-hill-minister-writes-publishes-poetry-about-controversial-social-issues/aeg87t0/


Lewis University history and design students merge talents to create museum exhibit.

Trust me. The photos doen't do the collaboration justice. A must see to believe, a first for all.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/17/lewis-university-history-and-design-students-merge-talents-to-create-museum-exhibit/aletrr/

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Throwback Thursday: Leeches 101

First published Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Leeches 101
During Melissa’s first day at Munsonville School, Ann Dalton compares their biology teacher, a former scientist, to H.G. Wells’ Dr. Moreau. That’s because Mr. Walczak, through his retained laboratory connections, brought all manner of interesting specimens to class, including a two-headed fish and a vampire bat.

So when Mr. Walczak collects a jar of leeches from Lake Munson, Melissa is fascinated at the close-up view at the grotesque creatures, although Jack Cooper, who grew up in a fishing boat with his father, is bored.

Perhaps Mr. Walczak’s connections included Biopharm (http://www.biopharm-leeches.com/), an international company, established in 1812 and based in South Wales, UK. His knowledge of leeches certainly suggests it.

According to the company website, Biopharm is the first leech farm of its kind. It produces, in a sterile environment, the majority of leeches used in modern medicine worldwide. Thank you, Biopharm, for sharing your interesting collection of leech facts.

· There are 650 known species of leeches.
· The largest leech discovered measured eighteen inches.
· About one fifth of leech species live in the sea where they feed on fish.
· The leech has thirty-two brains, thirty-one more than a human.
· The Hirudo Medicinalis is the leech mostly used in plastic and reconstructive surgery.
· The Hirudo leech lays its babies within a cocoon; whereas the Amazon leech carries its babies—sometimes as many as three hundred--on its stomach.
· Not all leeches are bloodsuckers. Many are predators, which eat earthworms. Ironically the nearest relatives of leeches are earthworms.
· The Hirudo leech has three jaws with one hundred teeth on each jaw, making three hundred teeth in all.
· The Amazon leech uses a different method of sucking blood. They insert a long proboscis into the victim, as opposed to biting.
· The bite of a leech is painless due to its own anesthetic.
· The Hirudo injects an anti-coagulant serum into the victim to prevent blood clotting.
· The leech will gorge itself until full, sometimes up to five times its body weight, and then just fall away from its victim.
· After the Hirudo leech drops off, the wound it leaves will bleed, on average, for ten hours.
· The first leech was used in medicine about 1000 B.C, probably in ancient India.
· Wales was once one of the major leech collecting areas of Europe. People would stand in lakes and pools and, when the leech attached to their legs, they would put them in their baskets and sell them.
· The original surgeons were barbers that used leeches to cure anything from headaches to gout. The red and white stripe traditionally seen on a barber pole began when surgeons hung their bandages on a pole outside their shops.
· Biopharm leeches have helped save the limbs of patients in twenty-nine different countries.
· By extracting the anti-clotting serum for the leech, researchers are isolating new pharmaceutical compounds for eventual treatment of heart diseases.
· The nervous system of the leech is very similar to the human nervous system and is of enormous benefit to researchers in their quest for the answers to human problems.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

BryonySeries Examples: Using Character Description to Reveal Personality

"They" say we shouldn't "judge a book by its cover," but we, consciously or unconsciously, evaluate people all the time, based on first impressions.

Now sometimes those impressions are correct and sometimes they are incorrect. Part of the fun of writing is that YOU, by careful word choice, can steer your reader in either direction.

Unconvinced? Consider the grand entrances for these characters in Bryony and Visage. And sorry about the font size. Blogspot was allowing two choices this morning: miniscule and font for the nearly blind. I chose the latter.


           A lanky man, about forty, in a green, pocket T-shirt, faded blue jeans, and threadbare gym shoes, was holding a tape measure against her bedroom wall. He reached behind his ear for his pencil, pulled a wrinkled paper from his pocket, and jotted some figures. Glancing up, he noticed Melissa, and his face broke into a wide grin

          A brown-haired woman in a gray-tweed skirt, beige blouse, and glasses hanging on a chain around her neck stepped out, carrying an armful of books.

           Food stains smeared Mr. Masters’ polka-dot shirt, half-tucked into his baggy trousers. With one finger, he slid smudged spectacles back up his nose as he lectured his students. His thick, disheveled, gray-streaked brown hair sorely needed a comb and a bottle of shampoo.

           By the glow of the firelight from the red-brick hearth, Henry Matthews, dressed in black pants and a red waistcoat, reclined in a leather armchair. His gray cravat draped over the arm of the chair, and he had unfastened the top buttons of his ruffled white shirt. With half-mast eyes, Henry sniffed the cigar he drew under his nose and sighed with pleasure. Chinook lolled on the floor next to Henry’s chair. The merest hint of a smile adorned his boyish face.

           Her colorless, green eyes, were nearly devoid of lashes; her dry lips faded into her thin, white face; and the short sleeves on her emerald gown overemphasized her skinny arms.

           Despite her petite hour-glass figure and wispy hair, Jill had easily carried four suitcases, in one trip, up two flights of stairs. Now looking fresh and innocent in a melon-hued, scooped neck shirt and floral print skirt, Jill no longer resembled the staggering drunk who had awakened Melissa before dawn by vomiting sour rum all over the floor.

            Jenny favored peasant clothes, which, along with her large, round dark eyes, heavily accented with shadow and mascara, and long, shaggy dark hair, gave her the appearance of a cuddly rag doll. Turquoise rings and bitten-down nails adorned her fingers, and Melissa had not yet seen Jenny without a choker necklace. The one clasped around her neck today alternated aquamarine and white beads.

         Their mother, Patty, looked as young as Katie, except Patty was     skinny. She also still had adolescent acne, a shiny pug nose, thinly plucked eyebrows, and dirty blonde hair caught in a high pony tail.

The door opened, and a short, stooped, man with heavy, thick-rimmed black glasses and artificially dark hair slicked to one side entered, skimming John’s chart.
 
Even if she wasn’t pregnant, Debbie Polis, outdated feathered blonde hair falling softly over pudgy cheeks, still would be chubby. She stood uncertainly in the doorway, wringing her stumpy hands.
 
A short, slender man with long knotted brown hair stood at one end of the room, bawling and wiping his nose with the back of his flannel shirt.
 
The tall and bulky Cornell Dyer, dressed in bleached and faded jeans taut at the seams, a T-shirt tightly stretched over his barreled chest, and blazer patched in colorful squares of polyester, reminded Melissa of a giant Panda, albeit one with a mop of thick, curly black hair and a small-squared off mustache, as he lumbered to the front door to greet them. The soft hand that shook hers in a hearty greeting resembled a large marshmallow; the lips that kissed her cheek felt like a wet sponge.
 


 



 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, May 19, 2014

I Spent Some Time In Munsonville After All

Friday I hit the sack fairly early (for a Friday night) as I was the on-call editor for the weekend, and I also had two stories to cover.

Before running to the bank, I did some postings for one newspaper, edited next Monday's pet feature, wrote a nice draft for Friday's A&E feature, and then, that afternoon, covered a cook-off benefit for homeless and disabled verterans and had coffee with one really nice poet. I headed back to The Herald-News to write those stories, got back to the apartment about six-thirty, worked out in the fitness center with Daniel, and then grabbed some poor boy sandwiches with Daniel and Timothy. Rebekah was spending the weekend in Morris, so I had our room all to ourselves.

:)

At eight o'clock, I settled down at the computer for a lovely four and a half hours of working on the prequel, racking it up well after midnight for a shower, into bed oneish, and then up at seven to start my postings for two newspapers, church, a visit from Joshua and company, grocery shopping, etc. etc. et all.

One of the smartest things I have ever done, prequel-wise, was to print out all my chapter notes to this sixty-chapter tome and three-hole punch them into a binder. This allows me to carry the story around with me at all times, constantly reviewing the story every spare few minutes I have to keep the entire storyline fresh in my mind and jotting down ideas, dialogue, descriptions, phraseology etc., as they come to mind.

So,  yes, under this new regime, I am working on the novel every day(finally, as I can hear some of you say), and my extended time at the keyboard has become far, far more productive.

This week, with a three-day holiday at its end, The Herald-News has early deadlines. I plan to give the next five days the intensity it needs to ensure three days of no official work at the end of it. With the exception of church on Sunday (dedication at Joshua and Amber's church for Ezekiel and Jessica), I intend to spend those three days round or about the nineteenth century.

Cannot wait, cannot wait, cannot wait.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Pickled Beef Tongue


Pickled Beef Tongue

Note: For reading purposes only. This recipe does not meet modern food safety standards.

Beef, pork, tongues or hung beef

4 gallons water

1 ½ pounds sugar or molasses

2 ounces saltpetre

6-9 pounds salt (depending on storage time)

2 ounces sugar

½ pound salt

Mix the meat in water, sugar or molasses, and saltpetre. If it is to last a month or two, put in 6 pounds of salt; if you wish to keep it over the summer, use 9 pounds of salt. Boil it all together gently, and skin, and then let it cool. Put the meat in the vessel in which it is to stand, pour the pickle on the meat until it is covered, and keep it for family use. Once in 2 months boil and skim the pickle, and throw in 2 ounces of sugar and ½ pound of salt. When tongues and hung beef are taken out, wash and dry the pieces, put them in paper bags, and hang in a dry, warm place. In very hot weather, rub the meat well with salt before it is put in the pickle, and let it lie 3 hours for the bloody portion to run out. Too much saltpetre is injurious.

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

Saturday, May 17, 2014

A Nice Irish Proverb

May you always be blessed with walls for the wind. A roof for the rain. A warm cup of tea by the fire. Laughter to cheer you. Those you love near you. And all that your heart might desire.
— Irish Proverb

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Story Round Up Only :(

Between the new job, moving, and trying to get Staked! out (not to mention my other fiction writing projects), reading has fallen waaaaay down the priority chain. I'm thinking of curling up in bed early tonight with a good book, if all goes well...

Joliet man seeks funding for his photo book on Pilcher Park

The images are beautiful, and he plans to raise funds for local organizations with the proceeds.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/28/joliet-man-seeks-funding-for-his-photo-book-on-pilcher-park/awwii16/


Mother and daughter choose same major at Lewis University

By chance, not by design, and advantageous to both

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/05/06/mother-and-daughter-choose-same-major-at-lewis-university/abpydyz/


An Extraordinary Life: Everybody liked him

Read the difference a can of pop can make. Be sure to read to the end.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/05/06/an-extraordinary-life-everybody-liked-him/afx6vn4/


Frankfort Township Animal Control Spring Fling celebrates the joys of pet ownership

No hype here. This animal control is no-kill and helps out money-poor residents so it can retain their pets.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/30/frankfort-township-animal-control-spring-fling-celebrates-the-joys-of-pet-ownership/ax40vnd/


Shorewood chiropractor offers a plethora of integrative medicine
By Jeanne Millsap

A real rock star of a doc.

http://seoplus.theherald-news.com/2014/04/30/shorewood-chiropractor-offers-a-plethora-of-integrative-medicine/aa0kr5b/


Shriners to sell onions locally this weekend

Not just any onion either, but the freshest and sweetest, with proceeds to benefit children. Not convinced? Betcha the recipes will hook ya into buying a bag (or two).

http://www.morrisdailyherald.com/2014/05/13/shriners-to-sell-onions-locally-this-weekend/agb4p9c/


Donation of formal gowns leads to fundraiser for Haitian orphans

A low-cost option for wedding wear, leaving more room in the budget for other items.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/30/donation-of-formal-gowns-leads-to-fundraiser-for-haitian-orphans/ay9z612/?page=1


Four artists combine their talent to produce original show

The goal? To use their diverse talents and bless the Joliet community with thought-provoking, discussion-starting productions.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/05/07/four-joliet-artists-combine-their-talent-to-produce-original-shows/ar5f2at/

Throwback Thursday: Daily Bread

First published Thursday, December 9, 2010

Daily Bread

I used to consider myself one of those people who lived in the moment, back when I could afford to live in the moment.

When the recession first hit, we pulled up our socks, tightened our belts, and dragged the cobwebby resources we used during other money-poor times in our lives, confident we could batten the hatches and weather the storm.

Ahem! Enough cliches. :)

Unfortunately, challenges hit us so fast, I felt like crouching in a corner and letting them drown us. In one twenty-four hour period in October, we had so many troubles, my twenty-year-old son audibly wondered what seventeenth century witch had cursed us.

Although I was still praying, "Give us this day our daily bread," I really meant, "Give me back security, financial, medical, and otherwise, a week or more at a time." I wanted to know a future on my terms was promised us.

In the meantime, some interesting things happened. With each new dilemma, someone or something stepped up to fill the gap. It's been two months since my husband lost his job and our health insurance. No one has gotten sick (yet, despite the fact I still need thyroid surgery), we're not behind in bills, and we're still eating. I have more writing assignments than I ever have. Even Bryony is moving along the virtual assembly editing line toward publication.

Earlier this week, a telephone call brought a financial blessing. The next day, another job threat occurred, and we reeled under that blow. Yesterday, relief for that crisis came from a highly unlikely source. Saturday, nine people are planning to attend Bryony's first "meet and greet," an opportunity for those involved in the project to say, "Howdy" and shake hands.

I'm not feeling completely ready to "Let go and let God," but, like it or not, He's certainly inching me along in that direction.

 

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

We Are (For The Most Part) Moved In

And so are Midnight and Hope, both, of whom, are crying a lot.

Tough and athletic Hope cries when a room is empty; Midnight cries all night. Hopefully, they will quickly learn they are here to stay. Working on Faith...

Frances may have a new temporary home, one that she herself selected. More on that when details are finalized.

The weekend was a marathon. Except for the storage unit, every item from my mother's went from there to here in twelve hours. Since the computer was the last to go, I actually put in half a day of work while everyone else did the back and forth. Enough was put away to get us room to sleep, shower, and navigate the next day.

We actually made Divine Liturgy forty miles away and the Mother's Day brunch that followed. Timothy, who worked like a slave the previous day, helped the men cook it.

Then we had Joshua, Amber, Ezekiel, and Jessica over for Ezekiel's second birthday, a low-key celebration, as we finished the unpacking. We got to bed late and slept poorly (Timothy actually stayed up into the wee hours arranging his first kitchen) but we all made work and school the next day.

I'm amazed at the amount of space we actually do have. The grounds are well-maintained. and maintanence itself is true to its word. When the monsoons started Sunday night, and the picture window leaked, "Jeff" was at the apartment in no time.

We've already checked out the fitness center and pool. I did a trial walk "run" to work and decided that the backpack is indeed to heavy to carry all the while (along with my lunchbox and coffee thermos) and caved to the sissy pack with wheels. Soooo, without a trial run, I walk to work today.

After the power walk, of course. Breaking in the new route this morning...

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Moving Day

I'm interrupting my regularly scheduled "Ed Calkins, Steward of Tara, all Things Irish" regular type of Saturday post to announce that, by the end of today, I and my three youngest kids (all of whom are now adults, 18-23) and two of my furballs will be somewhat transitioned into a two-bedroom apartment within walking distance to my work, a Wal-Mart (food, medicine, and other essentials), our vet, a quick care, a pharmacy, a gas station, and a hospital.

In short, all the conveniences within hoofing distance for one that has no car.

Although I'm not abdicating my homeless status (that's not an explanation for here), I am rather excited, because it means I can eat when and where I wish, shower when I wish, do laundry when I wish, cuddle with my cats -- in short, obtain the necessities of life without interfering and upsetting the lives of others.

Later today, I'm hoping to do two things. One is to walk to work, so I know exactly how much time to leave in the morning. The second is to plot a daily, power walk course, break in new ground, so to speak, a new territory for freeing my mind and releasing that creative muse, for yes, I still do walk with notepad and pen.

Ed Calkins would probably write a bad limerick for it, so I guess this post IS about him, after all.

I cannot wait...

Friday, May 9, 2014

Story Round Up Only

Trying to move while everyone is working and two kids are moving towards finals is a little insane, especially since we aren't taking any days off to make the transition easier. So I'm just a little behind in reading. Below are my stories that ran in this week's Herald-News.

Did I say moving day was tomorrow???


Rialto Square to host special veiw of 'The Wrecking Crew: A Documentary'

Meet the band that played the music for most of the pop hits of the 1960s and early 1970s -- often without credited recognition.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/17/rialto-square-theatre-to-host-special-viewing-of-the-wrecking-crew-a-documentary/a76c228/


Joliet woman celebrates 50 years with Encore shop

And her daughter, also a volunteer of this hospital fundraiser, has nearly have as much time in. Read on!

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/23/joliet-woman-celebrates-50-years-with-encore-shop/a57r02u/


An Extraordinary Life: He was the happiest

Wendell Krnac lived a simple, steady life. And it brought him much joy.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/29/an-extraordinary-life-he-was-the-happiest/a68gvaj/


Plainfield woman starts Joliet dog rescue shelter

Jane Kohlmann believes in her project so much, she put up her own money to kick it off.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/22/plainfield-woman-starts-joliet-dog-rescue-shelter/ai5yb8/?page=1


The evolution of hip replacements
By Jeanne Millsap

One mailman continued his job for over a decade on those replacements, thanks to a Morris orthopedic surgeon.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/17/the-evolution-of-hip-replacements/abdjti0/


Silver Cross bariatric nurse explains diet before and after bariatric surgery

Successful patients don't return to their old habits, but neither are they doomed to a life of celery and carrot sticks.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/17/silver-cross-bariatric-nurse-explains-diet-before-and-after-bariatric-surgery/aszw0j5/


Joliet womans faith experiences featured on Lifetime show 'Preachers' Daughters'

What Taylor Coleman and her pastor father learned from allowingt film crews to invade their daily lives.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/30/joliet-womans-faith-experiences-featured-on-lifetime-show-preachers-daughters/a9hjbu8/

Led Zeppelin 2 to play Mojoes on May 15

At the forefront of this national band's publicity is a Joliet native, with a passionate heart for varieties of music.

http://www.theherald-news.com/2014/04/17/led-zeppelin-2-to-play-mojoes-in-joliet-may-15/a5lwodk/

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Throwback Thursday: "The Other Stuff I Write"

First published Wednesday, December 29, 2010
 
 
The Other Stuff I Write
Although I rise at midnight and pen amusing vampire stories, I actually spend very little time writing fiction, compared to the rest of my work.

In addition to delivering newspapers at night, homeschooling two children, hosting a small mission church in my home, and overseeing an "in theory" daily family Bible study with three of my children, I fill my days with a bevy of writing assignments.

Most of my work is for the Herald News (http://heraldnews.suntimes.com/) where I have written on just about every topic imaginable, except for hard news and sports. For many years, I had three "regular features" I filled every week, two of which are still going strong.

One of them, long since phased out for space, was Local Flavor, a spotlight on what area people liked to cook, along with a couple of their recipes. Artworks, which I have been writing since 1998, profiles local artists and their work. An Extraordinary Life spotlights recently deceased individuals who have led unusually interesting and inspirational lives. I've been writing this column for almost ten years.

For the last two years, I have also written press releases and web content for Adventist Midwest Health (http://www.keepingyouwell.com/). The work has no byline, but the topics are versatile and very interesting. That, to me, is more important than a byline.

In addition, I have had two stories published in Chicago Parent (http://www.chicagoparent.com/), one in Frankfort Patch (http://frankfort.patch.com/), and one in The Handmaiden (http://www.conciliarpress.com/.

My other "funsie" writing was several years ago when I wrote three feature stories and one Local Flavor spoof for The Clarion & Globe, the newsletter of the Goodies Rule-OK! fan club (http://www.goodiesruleok.com/).

Come to think of it, I haven't wandered over to the GROK website in a while. I think I'll do that now.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Frances is Back and It's All Because I Wrote "Bryony"

Well, okay, it's a bit of a stretch, but just a small one.

Last fall, a friend asked if he could pass my name onto his cousin, who was also writing a novel with Victorian themes. She and I spent a delightful ninety minutes on the phone discussing cool topics like post-mortem photography and have since kept in contact via Facebook.

So when she called last night as I was readying for bed, I hestitated before answering, for between a long day at work and feeling miserable about Frances, well, I felt too depleted for any substantial conversation. The altruistic side of me kicked in pretty quickly, and I answered the phone.

She said, "Good news!"

I said, "You finished your book?"

She said, "I think my cousin has your cat."

Long story short, Frances had wandered into her cousin's shop--located on the ground floor of Joshua's apartment building--on Saturday. The shop owner took good care of Frances and a photo of Frances and then posted it on Facebook. My writerly friend saw it and my blog and then called me.

Turns out Joshua even knew the shop owner. She not only gets visitation with Frances (she fell in love with her; how could she not?), I now have one very good reason for browsing through her shop, which I've wanted to do for awhile, as it looks very interesting.

Curious? Check it out: https://www.facebook.com/pages/GypsySoul-Unique-Worldly-Goods-New-Old/164131680305259?fref=photo