Saturday, February 13, 2021

Getting to Know Ed Calkins, Steward of Tara

I have reposted this Q and A several times over the years, but it seems most appropriate today with the 2021 Calkins Day event.

Not only has Ed Calkins, Steward of Tara, released his first book, "Ruthless," he is the first author to to write and publish for the BryonySeries.

We are celebrating his him and his accomplishment on Zoom tonight at 7 p.m. CST.

The event is free, but you must register for the Zoom link and menu.

You may register up until "show time," but I can't promise anyone will see your registration come in and give you access.

So register early. Here is the link: bryonyseries.com/registerforcalkinsday.

Now read the commentaries from a couple of reprints and then the original post from 2010. It feels good to look back and see how we've built over the decade.

If you're wondering, "Ruthless" contains elements of all the versions of Ed Calkins so far: his real back story, the back story he created for his "ruthless dictator" and "Steward of Tara" persona, as well as the Irish vampire character I created for the BryonySeries, which has elements of the first two.

And by the way, Ed is thinking the sequel to Ruthless should have some of the adventures of the Knights of the Red Branch.

Because after you read this, you may just wonder about that.

Commentary from the May 9, 2020 post

Why would a person allow himself to be legally fictionalized for a book series?

Read on and see.

 

But before you do, I'd like to mention the good that's resulted out of this collaboration, and I'm not talking money. (Nobody's making any serious money here).

 

One: Ed, who discusses his struggle to write through the years, was given space on this blog to write as the character he created. Yes, that's right. He created his own character for himself, and then I fictionalized it even further for the series.

 

Two: Ed realized his dream of seeing some of his works in print when I published a collection of his blogs a couple years ago for Calkins Day that dealt with my Irish genealogy. (I'm not Irish. Ed made it all up).

 

Three: Ed is now writing is own book for the BryonySeries based on his (and some of mine) characters. And he gets free editing services for this and all of his writings.

 

Four: He's slowly realizing his dream of just "being known." We've held some small scale celebrations of Calkins Day (with even smaller parades).

 

Except for using the character in the books, none of these above benefits were stated in print; they've evolved over the years as we've gotten to know each other.

 

And yes, I did turn down the marriage proposal.

 

 

 

Commentary from the April 6, 2019 post

 

When I first started the BryonySeries blog in 2011, I posted this Q A with the real Ed Calkins in several installments. We did this interview months before the release of the first book, and it has never again been published.

 

Now for the first time, in living black and purple, is the entire interview with the man that ficionalized himself and allowed me to fictionalize him further for the series.

 

Just to clarify: Ed Calkins is a real person. He really lives somewhere Chicago-ish and was a supervisor for one of the agents when The Herald-News circulation passed from The Sun Times to the Chicago Tribune. I reported to Ed for my Marycrest route.

 

Having missed his Ed Calkins parade several years in a row, I offered, as consolation, a one-page monthly newsletter for his imaginary world or a spot in my series as a vampire. His response was, "Immortality, of course."

 

My attorney drew up the necessary paperwork for Ed to sign off himself. Seriously.

 

No Ed, is not insane, but wonderfully creative. If you want to know Ed, read the novels, for I dutifully scrawled on brown paper wrapping snatches of conversation overheard in passing at the distribution center while Ed handed out papers or in longer conversations by phone to weave in real dialogue with the imaginary dialogue and overall character arc.

 

I also spent much time with him, getting to know his "ruthless dictator" persona, as to accurately portray it. In a wonderful and truly humbling act of trust, Ed did not want to read any drafts; rather, he wanted the experience of his fictional self however I chose to write it, a very literary and legally-bound, "Do with me as you will."

 

It was marvelously empowering.

 

PS: I did such a good writerly job with Ed that one day, after Timothy had been out of the distribution center for a year attending Joliet Junior College and working at the Renaissance Center, he offered to help us roll papers one night and ran into Ed.

 

Ed said something to the effect of, "Wow, I haven't see you in a long time." Timothy blinked, yes, literally blinked, in surprise, for he had been reading drafts of Staked! as I had chaptered it off and felt as if he'd seen Ed every day.

 

Any blog post on this series attributed to Ed was really written by Ed. Just so you know.

 

And now, the interview:

 

 

 1)  Who is the ruthless dictator?

 

“My son was doing a lot of role playing games, and he was trying to come up with a bard and give him magical powers. I told him there was no need coming up with magical items, because bards are already too powerful, providing they’re not trying to seek notoriety for themselves. Ruthless dictators are not afraid to die. They’re just afraid of how they’ll be remembered. It’s not effective to compose a song or a limerick or an epic poem glorifying yourself. You’ve got to have other people saying it about you. Why not cut the military in half and invent some really good limericks? You can really insult someone into submission.”

 

 

2)  Why did you invent him?

 

“I was bullied as a boy, so it came from the way I would get back at bullies. I would think something negative about them, because verbalizing it wouldn’t go well. In my mind, I called it even. The ruthless dictator really started when I got a ticket running a stop sign when I was delivering newspapers on a really snowy day. If I had stopped, I would never have gotten going again. I really thought the ticket was unfair. As revenge, I picked ten people out f the phone book and thought bad things about them. My wife thought that was pretty corny. Later, I took over the entire town. I didn’t have to conquer a nation. It just had to be a place, at least metaphorically. It had to have its own identity.”

 

 

3) What was your reaction when asked to become part of a vampire novel?

 

“I was nervous at revealing my ignorance about vampires. I didn’t know a lot about it. I worked quickly to remedy it.”

 

 

4) Why did you accept?

 

“Immortality, of course. I can’t think about myself in everything. I have to think about 1,000 years from now, and if there’s going to be a three-day holiday in my name or not. There’s a side of me that thinks this could be goofy enough to think this could actually happen.”

 

 

5)  Weren’t you afraid of how you might be portrayed?

 

“No, and a lot of that comes from my survival mechanism as a kid. I learned to play along with the bullies rather than fight them. Part of my comedic outreach is self-deprecating, so it didn’t really seem that anything negative could hurt me. The ruthless dictator would say, ‘Look, there’s no such thing as bad publicity.’ King Midas is much better off than King Midas the Second, even though he was portrayed in a bad light, because nobody remembers King Midas the Second.”

 

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6) What if fans expect the real Ed Calkins to be similar to the fictional Ed Calkins?

 

“He is like him. There’s just that side of him. He’s significant in an offbeat way, enough to where he can claim the stewardship of Tara without blushing.”

 

 

7)  The Irish have no solid vampire legends. How do you feel about being the first, real Irish vampire?

 

“I think other people will make more of that than I will. Being known as the Steward of Tara is more of a crowing achievement in my mind.”

 

 

8) Where did your love of Irish lore and history begin?

 

“It started with my love of history. Then I looked into mythology, and I used to tell my son a lot of tales and legends. When he reached high school and heard the same thing, my credibility rose in his eyes. One thing I had told him that wasn’t really true is that Ireland was always a backwash of European history, unless your interest is war. Then, it is probably true. There were many Irish warriors. It’s just they tended to be fodder; they were never fighting for Ireland. Ireland is probably the only place where you get a sense of what pre-Christianity was about, so if you want to know Ireland, just study its myth. Even before I was really into being Irish, I had a disdain for the Roman Empire, which, I think, gave me a bias toward the Irish. In all honesty, I’m American, but my heritage is Irish. It only takes going to Ireland to know that.”

 

 

9)  How did you research your Irish heritage?

 

“I’ve read a lot of books. Also, as a college freshman, I got put into an Irish literature course, which I wasn’t very interested in it at the time. I’m not one of those people who have forgotten much of what they learned in college. So it stayed with all these years in a recessive way. The problem is that I’m very bad with names. The proper study of Irish mythology involves heroes, kings, and saints, in that order. They are alive today through the last names. I just don’t know who these people are.”

 

 

10)   When did you begin writing?

 

“I started with poetry. In the eighth grade I wrote poem that resonated a little bit.        So, throughout high school, I wrote poetry. I was an editor of the literary magazine and the editor in chief the last year. Something bizarre about me is that I can’t finish anything. I have these really organized fantasies, but I’m not a wordsmith. I just lost my hard drive, which means I lost everything I’ve written for the last twenty years. I should be beside myself, but I’m not, because none of the pieces were really finished

 

 

11)   What have you written?

 

“I actually wrote a historical fiction novel when I was in high school. I had a         fascination for Hannibal, so I put myself on the other side facing Hannibal’s army. I didn’t really know how to handle it, but I did write it.”

 

 

12)   How had you shared your writings in the past?

 

“I posted them. When I was working on my trilogy, someone would send me an e-mail that said, “Send me your story,” and I’d send them a few chapters. Then I’d get another email saying, ‘That was great. Send me some more.’ So, a lot of it was praise-driven. The problem is that twenty years have passed. The protagonist has become darker and the eroticism is no longer interesting, I hate to admit. In my mind, I’ve reduced the second book to a single, short story. Also, every novel I’ve written was also an idea for a game. I had done a really good job of writing the games, again not finished. The smallest details completely derail a project for me.”

 

13)    How do you overcome writer’s block?

 

“The truth is I don’t. My writing block is fear. By the time I do write, it’s only because the ideas have been spilling out over and over and over again through my mind, to where it’s enough already. The details have become an irritant, so I just sit down and write.”

 

 

14) What motivates you to compose a limerick?

 

   “I get ticked off, and my mind starts putting lines together. It’s different with limericks because I don’t have to actually write them. A limerick is not fine art. Because of its structure, a kindergartener is just as good as composing limericks as an adult.”

 

 

15)  Why is legacy important to you?

 

“I think it’s fascinating to me in the same way history is. Think of Sue, the Tyrannosaurus Rex, which lived approximately 25 million years ago and compare that to the 6,000 years of civilization. In the eyes of God, dinosaurs must be a statement of survivability. Humanity is still an experiment in its infancy. When all is said and done, the history of humans is going to be a lot more significant than the bones of a creature, but we’re not there yet. We’re gong to have to start with many things, including being a lot older than 6,000 years. Maybe there won’t be an Ed Calkins parade that 6,000 years old, but maybe there will a 1,000 years old Ed Calkins Day parade, which will create the much larger tradition of there still being parades.”

 

 

16) How did the idea for Ed Calkins day parade originate?

 

“I discovered that my birthday and Valentines Day had a little conflict when I started dating my wife. The first year I was dating her, we went out and celebrated my February 13th birthday. Guess what happened on the fourteenth?  I didn’t have Valentine for her. That offended her at the time. My defense was, ‘Come on, it was my birthday.’ I guess where started. Then I started joking with other people that my birthday should be a national holiday. When you couple that with Lincoln’s birthday and the stars aligned in the sky, you can see it was meant to be.”

 

 

17)  You’re famous for cookouts, Queen of Christmas contests, candy canes and Santa hat distribution and palette jack races. Why host these things?

 

“Have fun, of course. Distribution centers can be so dreary. If everyday is like the last, no one wants to get up.

 

 

18)   Do you own a kilt?

 

“I used to, but I gave it away to my brother. It no longer fit, at the waistline. So, currently, I do not have a kilt. They’re not cheap. They can cost a couple hundred dollars.”

 

 

19)  For what occasions did you wear it?

 

“Initially I wore it St. Paddy’s day. I wore it the whole day. I was I in newspapers and, yeah, I went to work with it. My wife wouldn’t let me do it after I married her. It happened this way. I have a way of not taking care of garments. When I was starting to date her, most of my jeans had holes in them. She takes care of her possessions. That how I knew we were serious when she started washing my clothes. But when a woman starts washing your clothes, she gets to say what get discarded and what gets kept. You know my striped shirts? Those were her idea. My wife now dresses me. I used to dress differently.

 

 

20)  What are your plans for this blog?

 

“I’d like make some myths of my own, but that won’t start until the book comes out. I’m thinking it might be fun to add different side stories of the character into the blog, but maybe, too, I might be able to introduce some of the traditional Irish myths. I’ve been wanting write something about the interplay of state fairs in Ireland. There were laws concerning them, such as you couldn’t arrest anyone during a fair and you could not engage in war. All combat had to be resolved before a fair was scheduled to start. I’d also like to write about the Knights of the Red Branch and maybe some adventure that happens to some of the knights. That’s the neat thing about a blog. Speaking from the character, if something doesn’t fit, or if there is something else I want to say, I can always come back with, ‘I was just joking. Here’s what really happened.’ I’m very excited about this. I feel I’m getting closer to that three-day holiday.”




Friday, February 12, 2021

Story Round-Up: Features in The Herald-News, Feb. 6 through Feb. 12

Good Friday morning!

So I woke up to some exciting news.

BulletMap Academy, an international online resource for students with dyslexia, invited Ed Calkins, Steward of Tara, to appear on the school's podcast and talk about how he overcame his dyslexia to write his first novel, "Ruthless."

And speaking of Ed Calkins here is a reminder to register for his book release party tomorrow night.

“Ruthless,” by Ed Calkins, Steward of Tara, is a work of absolute literary nonsense about the last seven seconds in the life of an Irishman and his afterlife as an Irish vampire, most of which never happened.

Calkins Day 2021 will be held from 7 to 8 p.m. Calkins Day (Feb. 13, 2021) on Zoom. 

Real food and drink available if you bring your own ingredients. 

Calkins and his sidekick “The Goddess” will chat about author collaborations, how to legally  fictionalize a real person, literary nonsense. Irish vampires, deep time psychosis, and Astro-Time Physics.

He will also answer questions but doesn’t promise you’ll understand the answers. Calkins will also randomly give away three copies of “Ruthless.”

Local author and WriteOn Joliet co-leader Tom Hernandez will emcee. 

Chef Tim will give three demonstrations. Menu and ingredient list provided after registration.

Calkins Day is free. To register, visit bryonyseries.com/registerforcalkinsday.

And be sure you check out some of my features stories for this week, at the bottom of this post.

Finally, if you'd like more kindness in your life, here are some reflections where you might find it: Nine Months of Kindness.

Have a great Friday!

WRITERS

If you're a writer anywhere in the world, you're welcome to join WriteOn Joliet's Facebook pageWe're based in Joliet, Illinois, but we love to meet and interact with writers outside our area, too.

If you'd like to officially join WriteOn Joliet, we have two tiers of dues. We also have a marketing arm that's getting longer every year, well, except this year. Check us out at writeonjoliet.com.

I also suggest this book: Little Book of Revision: A Checklist for Fiction Writers. It's exactly as it says. Each page some with one suggestion for revision. The rest of the page is blank, so you can add your own notes. All proceeds benefit WriteOn Joliet.

If you need support in your writing, I highly recommend this Twitter group: #5amwritersclub. I  joined it last year. Writers support each other on Twitter and meet every three weeks at 5 a.m. (4 a.m. CST - needless to say, I am often late!) on Zoom.

If you need editing or help with self-publishing, check out dmbaranunland.com.

ARTISTS

If you need an artist for a project, I offer these recommendations.

NEWSLETTERS

Sign up for the Will County Go Guide and Sign up for the LocalLit Short Story and Book Review Newsletter at https://www.theherald-news.com/newsletter/

Sign up for The Munsonville Times by emailing us at bryonyseries@gmail.com. The newsletter still isn't official yet, so we don't have an actual link on the website - but we are working on it! 

SOCIAL MEDIA

Daily updates: I do post the briefs on Twitter during the week, so you're welcome to follow me at @Denise_Unland61.

BryonySeries stuff: I post curated content relating to the BryonySeries at @BryonySeries. And assorted related content at www.facebook.com/BryonySeries.

And of course, please follow the adventures of Bertrand the Mouse on Instagram at bertrand_bryonyseries.

BRYONYSERIES BOOKS

For books and more information about the series, visit bryonyseries.com.

BRYONYSERIES EVENTS

A full month of virtual events can be found at bryonyseries.com/calendar-of-events-1.

QUESTIONS

Email me at bryonyseries@gmail.com.

Thank you for reading The Herald-News. And for reading this blog. And if you've read (or plan to read) any of my books. Your support is greatly appreciated.

FEATURES

Some virtual fun this week - and tips for making a great snowman (outside the house or inside the house)

LocalLit book spotlight: ‘WereWoof’ by Norm Cowie

LocalLit book review: ‘Mooned’ by Norm Cowie: So enthralling, it will leave you howling for more

10 students at D. 202 in Plainfield place in the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards: Past winners include Stephen King and Andy Warhol 

In search of better protection from COVID?: The answer’s in your dresser drawer (U of I research team found the best face mask – and CDC references its research)

An Extraordinary Life: Joliet woman believed in the goodness of people – and stood up for their rights

Pets of the Week: Feb. 8: Will County rescues have dogs and cats for adoption

‘I needed him as much as he needed me’: Frankfort clerk’s rescue dog brings comfort after #cancer treatments 

Gradually making their way back: Students returning to D. 202 in Plainfield over the next 3 weeks

JCA students succeed in and out the classroom: Joliet Catholic Academy recognizes its Students of the Month 

Students at D. 86 in Joliet recognized by district: Joliet Public Schools District 86 names its ‘Students of the Month’ for November and December 2020 

Troy students recognized for effort, citizenship, attitude and participation: Shorewood Lions Club honors students at William B. Orenic Intermediate School and Troy Middle School

Minooka senior and founder of non-profit named Rotary Club ‘Student of the Month’: Alaina Frazier plans to major in political science and minor in media studies or creative writing

New COVID-19 variants: Should you be concerned?: Quick overview of why experts are watching them

FDA grants emergency use to new COVID treatment - and this Joliet hospital has it: 'By day 11, the viral load in patients goes down by 99 percent’

Will County libraries offer a variety of free and fun events

To make this year a little warmer, a little easier Bolingbrook woman hosts coat drive for people in recovery 



Illustration by Matt Coundiff for "Visage."

Wednesday, February 10, 2021

"Monster"

Last year, The Herald-News invited WriteOn Joliet to share fictional pieces of what the pandemic would look like a year into the future.

Those pieces were then sent out each week over a period of two months to subscribers of the publication's LocalLit newsletter.

Here is the piece I wrote. If you haven't read any of my fiction, well, here you go.

If you have, again, here you go.

Either way. I hope you enjoy it. 


Guest column by Miranda Jane Cooper for The Munsonville Times

My father has always said “medicine is messy,” but I never fully understood how messy until a stranger with a cold heart and a big mouth invaded our space, demanding answers that weren’t his to know.

But that was back in the summer of 2020, just after my token graduation from high school, when the COVID-19 pandemic was still terrorizing anyone in the world who believed in it. I guessed we in Munsonville believed in it, too. But since we were the last place in the world without a single case, we only experienced the fallout of the virus, not any actual sickness.

Strange as it sounds now, I really wanted to get sick. But sickness eluded me; it eluded all of us.  To my knowledge, no one in Munsonville, a forgotten fishing village in Northern Michigan, ever got sick. That’s because we had what no one else had.

We had Dr. Arnold Hartgerd. But everyone here just called him Arnie.

Arnie practiced hematology at Jenson Memorial Hospital where Dad was chief of neurology and Mom oversaw the medical records department. But Arnie also had a home office on Bass Street.

That’s where he kept his side practice. That’s where he kept all of us healthy, one appointment at a time.

On the last Saturday of every month, I’d leave our saltbox at the top of Pike Street, cut across the yards to Blue Gill Road then over to Arnie’s with my bookbag slung over my shoulders for my monthly appointment. The appointment lasted several hours, so I always came prepared. When I was little, I brought books and handheld games. As I grew older, I brought homework.

Arnie lived about halfway down the hill in a small two-story with a gabled roof. He had the quietest yard of anyone in Munsonville. The houses near his were full of life: birds tugging worms out of the ground, rabbits dashing across lawns, and squirrels chasing other squirrels from tree to tree. But at Arnie’s, nothing.

He always left the back door open when he had a patient coming, so I never knocked. I just opened the door, and let myself in. Arnie’s laboratory was in the basement. I knew the way, even though the way was dark because light shone from the lab, which was white and sterile and full of machines that hummed and beeped. Unlike other doctors who hung all their framed awards on the walls, Arnie displayed only one item, a framed piece of needlework, a verse from the Bible, all worked in various shades of red thread: “For the life of the flesh is in the blood.” Leviticus 17:11.

Arnie was usually writing notes when I arrived. He was a short little man, scarcely taller than me, with disheveled red hair, neatly trimmed auburn beard and mustache, and a slight stoop to his frame. And even though he couldn’t get away with it at the hospital, Arnie often smoked a beautiful old pipe of dark polished wood as he worked. The pipe had a large bowl with a gold lid, gold trim, and gold mouthpiece, and these golden pieces flashed under the bright lights as he moved about the lab.

After I settled into a white vinyl chair and arranged my books on my lap, Arnie would hook me up to an IV. For the next two hours, red fluid dripped into my arm, where it would gradually seep its way throughout my body. That red fluid contained antibodies to all the known viruses and bacteria in the entire world, as well as some cancer-causing tumors and germs that no one had yet discovered except Arnie. From influenza to typhoid to Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever: a two-hour dose kept me free, kept anyone in Munsonville free, from anything that could make us sick.

“What’s in this stuff?” I asked him once.

Arnie puffed reflectively a moment. Then he removed his pipe.

“A lot of planning,” he finally said. “A lot of knowledge.”

I didn’t mind losing two hours of my Saturday because I kept myself occupied. And like I said, I didn’t mind the needles. But I DID mind not getting sick. All my friends in Jenson, where I’d always gone to school, occasionally caught a cold or the flu or a stomach bug. They’d stay home from classes and play on their phones. But me? I never sneezed. I never coughed. I never ran a fever. I never had a scratchy throat. I never had a stomach pain or threw up.  I was the kid who earned the perfect attendance award with its accompanying gift card every year, the only time my best friend Ashley was ever jealous of me.

“It’s because your dad is a doctor,” she’d say with a sniff.

But it wasn’t. It was because of Arnie.

So when COVID-19 burst into the world, I was excited. This virus had caught the entire planet by surprise. No way could Arnie have an antidote to this! Finally, I could be sick like all my friends!

I didn’t get sick, well, not at first. But my universe changed just the same.

My parents decided that what happened in Jenson ought to stay in Jenson. So they rented an apartment in Jenson, just in case. If, somehow, they caught the virus, they didn’t want to infect all of Munsonville. So. I had to live with my grandparents in their tiny apartment above Sue’s Diner, which they still owned and ran. I couldn’t go to remote school with my friends because I was out of district. Funny how I wasn’t out of district when classes were in-person. So the pastor’s wife tutored me, a class of one. That was how I spent my senior year.

I didn’t get a virtual prom or virtual graduation. I didn’t get to wear cute masks or have to social distance. I DID still have to see Arnie once a month, everyone did. I guess my parents got their blood treatments from him at the hospital. They didn’t mention it, and I never asked. So, yeah, I was pretty grumpy about the whole thing, especially when I got into trouble for wearing a mask.

It was during a video chat with Mom. Ashley had sewn a dozen different masks and kept texting me pictures, pestering me to send photos of my masks. So I started making them, too, and taking selfies of me showing them off.

Like the defiant teen I was, I left one of the masks looped over my ears during the video chat.

“Take that off,” Mom said sternly.

“I think I’m sick,” I felt my cool forehead and slumped my shoulders to prove it.

Mom wasn’t amused.

“Miranda Jane Cooper, people are dying all over the world.” Mom mostly called me “Randi,” so I knew she was really angry. “Pretending to be sick is not funny.”

I wasn’t trying to be funny. I was trying to be normal. But I couldn’t tell an old person that. Of course, I didn’t want to get sick enough to die. But why couldn’t I get just a little headache and a tiny cough, maybe even a low-grade fever?

Even Ashley tested positive for the virus and had to quarantine for fourteen days. But she never had any symptoms, just a fourteen-day vacation of watching online videos. ME, I was quarantining forever, for no reason at all.

One time after a blood treatment, Arnie showed me a real  SARS-CoV-2 through a special microscope he invented. The virus looked like a spiky ball, and I told him so.

“It’s a monster,” Arnie said as he reached for his pipe.

I looked at the spiky ball again and then back at him.

“It doesn’t look like monster,” I ventured.

Arnie puffed a few moments and then said, “But what is a monster if not a force that threatens, that takes, that has no regard for life. This coronavirus isn’t alive, but it isn’t dead, either. It can’t live without a host. And once it claims the host, it takes over the host.”

A prickle crawled up my back, and I actually shivered. Still, I mentally crossed my fingers waiting for the headache, the sneeze. But – nope.

Arnie had one last remark.

“Look again, Miranda,” he said as he slid the microscope closer to me. “See how small, so imperceptible this ‘spiky little ball’ is. One can’t even detect it under an ordinary microscope. And yet…”

He stopped to relight the pipe.

“And yet – what?” I asked, wary.

He grinned – or was it a leer – and a strange glint appeared in his eyes, as green as those of a cat.

“And yet,” Arnie said, “The entire globe is paying attention to it.”

After that, I paid more attention to the news. I paid more attention to what this virus actually did to some people. I decided Arnie was right. SARS-CoV-2  WAS a monster. I felt glad Arnie was protecting us from its attack. I stopped feeling jealous.

Then “HE” came to town.

Somehow, word got out in June 2020 that Munsonville had zero cases of the coronavirus. Who leaked that piece of information? Heck, if I knew. Probably a tourist. Our economy depended on tourists, especially rich ones that needed to hide for a while. We had a steady stream of tourists all year. They stayed in our fishing cabins on Lake Munson. They fished for cod in the summer and walleye in the winter.

It must have been a tourist that told, I thought. As much as we needed tourists, I hated nosy tourists and wished they’d all stay home.

So here I was that day in June, sitting at Sue’s Diner, taking a break. Even before I was living with them. I often helped my grandparents in the diner. Sometimes I waitressed, sometimes I cooked. I’d do anything to pass the time. But by 2020, it really wasn’t much fun. If Munsonville was slow before the pandemic, it was nearly at a standstill now.

Now the HE that walked into Sue’s Diner was a journalism student at Jenson College of Liberal Arts. You remember, the intern at the old Thornton Times, the one who made national news for, well, you know. He just strolled into our diner with his patched jeans and taped glasses like he had the right to hurt us.

Chef Brian came out of the kitchen. He fumbled in his apron pocket for a mask, and he stayed six feet away from HIM. He told the stranger to put on his mask or leave.

But the stranger only laughed at Chef Brian as he sat right on a tabletop and propped his dirty sneakers on the cushion.

“I’m not going to get sick,” the stranger said. “And I’m not going to get anyone here sick. No one gets sick in Munsonville, right?”

But Chef Brian was already calling the police. The stranger just grinned.

“I’m not leaving,” the stranger said, taking out his own cell phone and tapping a few times, “until I talk to HIM.”

The stranger pointed to the far corner, where Arnie was drinking a cup of coffee and scanning The Munsonville Weekly. He didn’t seem the least bit ruffled by the stranger’s bravado as he took another sip and tuned another page.

“You are Dr. Arnold Hartgerd?”

“I am.”

“Hematologist at Jenson Memorial Hospital?”

“Correct.”

“With a side practice in Munsonville?”

“Incorrect.”

I started at what appeared to be a bold lie, and the intern jumped all over it.

“You deny having a practice here?”

“I don’t deny the practice. I deny the ‘side.’”

The intern’s ears turned pink, either because he was flustered or he was angry, I couldn’t decide. But he stammered out, “Why does a hematologist ‘practice’ in a dying fishing village?”

“Because I live here, and no other doctor provides care. Jenson is thirty minutes by car…”

“That’s not the end of earth!”

“…for those who own cars,” Arnie tapped his mug. “Pity Jenson College stopped teaching deductive reasoning.”

“Fine! Let’s cut to the chase. I don’t think you are who you say you are.”

“Then who am I?”

“You tell me. You appear to have no lineage, no family background, no hometown, and no one who’s heard of you outside this section of Michigan. Don’t you find that odd?”

Odd? I never considered it until now. Arnie never talked about his past. But why would he? He was my doctor, not my family. I saw him for medical reasons, not Thanksgiving dinner. But the intern’s question made me regard Arnie in a fresh light, as if he was a stranger.

Arnie still appeared unruffled. He just calmly took another sip and said, “The concern here is the fact you find it odd.”

“I think you’re Dr. Abner Rothgard. I think you’re the Shelby mad scientist who got put away in 1980 for stealing blood samples from Jenson Memorial Hospital and storing hundreds of freezers full of blood in your house.”

“Because I’m a hematologist who practices in Munsonville?”

“Because you’re a hematologist who practices in last place on earth with no cases of COVID-19! Because you’re a hematologist whose patients never get sick! Do you deny it?”

The intern gazed triumphantly around the diner. But not a patron was supporting him. They just looked a little confused at the intrusion and a little sad at this loud disruption of their meals. Many of the villagers didn’t even have phones; they caught up with local gossip at the diner. I wished the intern would leave. But, apparently, he wasn’t leaving until he got…what? What exactly did he want from us?

“You’re asking for a tour of my basement?” Arnie closed the newspaper and settled back in his chair, smiling.

He’s enjoying this, I thought. He’s finding the entire incident droll and entertaining.

But the intern just snorted. “Oh, I don’t think you’re that stupid. Someone as cagey as you doesn’t survive by replicating his mistakes. But if you’re really from around here, then you’d know Dr. Rothgard not only escaped on Christmas Eve 1995, he killed three orderlies and drained their blood. How do you explain that?”

“I don’t explain it. Neither does anyone else. The case is still open.”

“The case is still open because Dr. Rothgard is sitting right here! One of those freezers, as you might recall, was filled with the blood a well-respected Jenson respected music professor. A professor who died under extremely mysterious and sketchy circumstances. And his widow is now remarried - to the pastor of this only church in town, whose most likely hiding you!”

I almost laughed aloud. Pastor Jason’s wife? Hiding a criminal? If the intern had ever met this old mousey woman, he’d never think anything so ridiculous.

“Dr. Rothgard was an old man in 1995. It’s now 2020. What you’re presupposing…”

“What I’m presupposing is that someone who can manipulate blood to protect his patients against this coronavirus can somehow manipulate blood to rejuvenate himself, too!” He slid off the table and pointed his finger at Arnie. “And I’m going to expose you!”

With that, the stranger spun around and stalked out of the diner.

Arnie motioned for me to bring him more coffee, which I did, lost in thought. I wanted talk to him about the experience, just to see if he’d found it weird and off-putting, too , but he’d resumed reading the paper. Everyone else dove into their cold meals and their chatter.

As far as anyone knows, the stranger never returned to Jenson because no one ever saw him again. However, his disappearance did make national news, mostly because he vanished after promising several outlets a “whistle blowing” story on Arnie that he never delivered.

Except for the couple times a few college students staged protests by our “Welcome to Munsonville” sign, demanding answers, the whole thing died down in a few weeks.

But that isn’t nearly as important as what happened afterwards.

The day after HE left, I slung my backpack over my shoulder, gingerly took the rickety steps down from my grandparents apartment and headed over to Bass Street for my monthly appointment with Arnie.

The houses on the street were full of life: birds tugging worms out of the ground, rabbits dashing across lawns, and squirrels chasing other squirrels from tree to tree.

Even at Arnie’s.

Full of trepidation, I walked up the driveway and around the yard to the rear door. I hesitated, afraid of this variation, afraid of the possibility of a locked door and what a locked door could mean. My fingers reached out once, twice, but I always drew them back. Finally I did it. I grabbed the knob and turned it. The door was open, as it was always open when I had an appointment. I stepped inside the dark and silent house and snapped on the basement light.

“Arnie?” I called out. “Arnie?”

I slowly crept down the stairs. No light shone from the lab, no sounds of machines humming and beeping. When I reached the room, my fingers felt along the wall until they touched the switch. I took a breath and pushed it up. Light flooded the empty room.

No furniture. No white vinyl chairs. Even the framed piece of needlework with “For the life of the flesh is in the blood” worked in various sheds of red was gone. I could only stand, frozen, and gape in shock. Then I went back to my grandparents’ apartment and called Mom.

Two weeks later, I was sitting at Sue’s Diner, taking a break. We’d had more tourists than usual, mostly because of the hullaballoo over the stranger, and my feet were tired from trotting up and down the diner all morning,

I was, in fact, enjoying a plate of spaghetti (Chef Brian makes the best spaghetti). I remember this detail because I was twirling pasta around my fork when I heard a sound that nearly stopped my heart.

The sound was the most chilling, the most terrifying sound I’d ever heard in my life. It changed my life. It changed the lives of  everyone who lived in Munsonville.

Then I heard it again.

Cough, cough, cough.

 



 

 

 

 

 

Illustration by Kathleen Rose Van Pelt for "Bryony."

Tuesday, February 9, 2021

The Forgotten Post

So I was going through my drafts today (and I have some going back to 2011), and I came across this one: Story Round-Up: Features in The Herald-News, Dec. 19 through Jan. 2.

Yes, I was on vacation at that time, celebrating the holidays and breaking my toe, and I had forgotten to share this post. 

So I'm sharing it today - if you're curious what ran in The Herald-News at this time.

And before I forget something else, here's my plug for Calkins Day this Saturday.

If you have an hour to spare (7 to 8 p.m. Feb. 13 CST), please help celebrate the accomplishment of a dyslexic writer who finally saw his dream come true - writing a publishing a book.

We will have REAL FOOD (if you have a few common ingredients handy) and time for questions.

The event is free.


Don't forget! (wink)

Features from 2020:

Mystery Diner: Station One Smokehouse delivers tender meats and sides with flavor and spice

An Extraordinary Life: ‘He wasn’t one to say, ‘Oh, let somebody else do it’: Elmer Geissler of #Joliet and #Lockport lived a long life of uncommonly dedicated service

Photos: Elmer Geissler lived a long life of dedicated service

LocalLit book preview: ‘Baylyn, Bewitched’: Novel about by two #Plainfield authors will be reviewed in the LocalLit newsletter on Tuesday

City of Joliet gives Santa a merry sendoff to the North Pole: Community comes out to greet Santa at this socially distant event

Photos: Joliet gives Santa a merry sendoff

Joliet photographer captures Hill-Top drive-in before its fall: Lisa Scarcelli preserved a piece of Joliet history in photographs

Residents share memories of Hill-Top theater in Joliet: 12 people share their experiences at the iconic drive-in

400-pound ice carvings honor frontline angels: JJC culinary arts chair brings hope and cheer to 2 Will County hospitals

Photos: 400-pound ice carvings honor frontline angels

Health care staff at Will County hospitals doing well after first shot of Pfizer vaccine: No one at St. Joe’s or Silver Cross has experienced any serious side effects

New COVID rapid tests come to Will County: BINAXNow rapid tests now available through health department program 

COVID cases drop at most Will County Hospitals: But number of available ICU, medical/surgical beds in the South Suburban region is still too low 

Hundreds of COVID vaccines later – little to no side effects: St. Joe’s and Silver Cross successfully complete 1st round of Pfizer vaccine vaccinations this past weekend





Illustration by Kathleen Rose Van Pelt for "Bryony."





Monday, February 8, 2021

Cat-Opoly

This weekend was both productive and relaxing.

Friday night I worked on Call of the Siren character questionnaires. 

Saturday I had a practice Zoom call with Ed and Nancy Calkins (they feel ready for Calkins Day) followed by a Zoom call with our accountant for taxes, which are ready to go.

That was followed by some marketing and some more work on those character questionnaires.

Sunday Rebekah and I packed the Christmas trees away. She cleaned house; I got some work done.

She played video games; I read.

And we started a game of Cat-Opoly, a present from Jasmine at Christmas.



Although I was having a pretty mellow day, I did want to do something away from a screen (and away from reading) before I went back to work on Monday.

My resolve intensified when Rebekah pointed out that I've spent so much time in front of my computer over this past year (and especially over the past few weeks since I've broken my toe), that I have a worn spot where I plant my feet.



The nice thing about living with grown children and senior cats is that we can finally set up a game and leave it.

So we did - with plans to pop back into it, here and there, over the week.

And speaking of Calkins Day, registration is going well for this virtual event, and Ed and Nancy are super excited.

If you have an hour to spare (7 to 8 p.m. Feb. 13 CST), please help celebrate the accomplishment of a dyslexic writer who finally saw his dream come true - writing a publishing a book.

We will have REAL FOOD (if you have a few common ingredients handy) and time for questions.

The event is free.






Saturday, February 6, 2021

Practice Zoom Call with Ed and Nancy Calkins

This morning, Timothy and I have another practice Zoom call with Ed and Nancy Calkins in preparation for the Calkins Day celebration next week.

The couple had never used Zoom, but Nancy has a new iPhone. So Timothy sent them a tripod, and we spent a nice hour making sure they could get on, adjust settings for camera and microphone, and work some of the other features.

We had a nice conversation, too. They are so excited for next Saturday.



During the call, Ed brought out a surprise. He had framed a copy of his first royalty check from his surprise book and author event in 2018.


This time, we are celebrating the release of “Ruthless,” by Ed Calkins, Steward of Tara, is a work of absolute literary nonsense about the last seven seconds in the life of an Irishman and his afterlife as an Irish vampire, most of which never happened.

Calkins Day 2021 will be held from 7 to 8 p.m. Calkins Day (Feb. 13, 2021) on Zoom. 

Real food and drink available if you bring your own ingredients. 

Calkins and his sidekick “The Goddess” will chat about author collaborations, how to legally  fictionalize a real person, literary nonsense. Irish vampires, deep time psychosis, and Astro-Time Physics.

He will also answer questions but doesn’t promise you’ll understand the answers. Calkins will also randomly give away three copies of “Ruthless.”

Local author and WriteOn Joliet co-leader Tom Hernandez will emcee. 

Chef Tim will give three demonstrations. Menu and ingredient list provided after registration.

Calkins Day is free. To register, visit bryonyseries.com/registerforcalkinsday.

Friday, February 5, 2021

Story Round-Up: Features in The Herald-News, Jan 30 through Feb. 5

So LOTS to share this morning (twenty feature stories and more), so I'll keep editorializing from me brief.

If you're new to my Friday round-up, this post has a listing of my Herald-News stories that posted over the past seven days, a listing of resources for readers and writers as pertain to the BryonySeries and WriteOn Joliet

And if you want to find me or the series on social media, I have that information, too.

I also give a quick update about stories in the BryonySeries and where they are in their publication journeys.

I'm currently working on a new trilogy in the series called Limbo. The first book (The Phoenix) is currently with my editor. 

I've got a an extremely basic outline done for the second book (Call of the Siren) and am hoping to play around with it a bit tonight and tomorrow.

I also have three meetings between tonight and tomorrow: one for taxes, one for marketing, and one for Calkins Day.

Speaking of Calkins Day, here is a reminder to register for a very unusual book release party.

“Ruthless,” by Ed Calkins, Steward of Tara, is a work of absolute literary nonsense about the last seven seconds in the life of an Irishman and his afterlife as an Irish vampire, most of which never happened.

Calkins Day 2021 will be held from 7 to 8 p.m. Calkins Day (Feb. 13, 2021) on Zoom. 

Real food and drink available if you bring your own ingredients. 

Calkins and his sidekick “The Goddess” will chat about author collaborations, how to legally  fictionalize a real person, literary nonsense. Irish vampires, deep time psychosis, and Astro-Time Physics.

He will also answer questions but doesn’t promise you’ll understand the answers. Calkins will also randomly give away three copies of “Ruthless.”

Local author and WriteOn Joliet co-leader Tom Hernandez will emcee. 

Chef Tim will give three demonstrations. Menu and ingredient list provided after registration.

Calkins Day is free. To register, visit bryonyseries.com/registerforcalkinsday.

Finally, if you'd like more kindness in your life, here are some reflections where you might find it: Nine Months of Kindness.

Have a great Friday!

WRITERS

If you're a writer anywhere in the world, you're welcome to join WriteOn Joliet's Facebook pageWe're based in Joliet, Illinois, but we love to meet and interact with writers outside our area, too.

If you'd like to officially join WriteOn Joliet, we have two tiers of dues. We also have a marketing arm that's getting longer every year, well, except this year. Check us out at writeonjoliet.com.

I also suggest this book: Little Book of Revision: A Checklist for Fiction Writers. It's exactly as it says. Each page some with one suggestion for revision. The rest of the page is blank, so you can add your own notes. All proceeds benefit WriteOn Joliet.

If you need support in your writing, I highly recommend this Twitter group: #5amwritersclub. I  joined it last year. Writers support each other on Twitter and meet every three weeks at 5 a.m. (4 a.m. CST - needless to say, I am often late!) on Zoom.

If you need editing or help with self-publishing, check out dmbaranunland.com.

ARTISTS

If you need an artist for a project, I offer these recommendations.

NEWSLETTERS

Sign up for the Will County Go Guide and Sign up for the LocalLit Short Story and Book Review Newsletter at https://www.theherald-news.com/newsletter/

Sign up for The Munsonville Times by emailing us at bryonyseries@gmail.com. The newsletter still isn't official yet, so we don't have an actual link on the website - but we are working on it! 

SOCIAL MEDIA

Daily updates: I do post the briefs on Twitter during the week, so you're welcome to follow me at @Denise_Unland61.

BryonySeries stuff: I post curated content relating to the BryonySeries at @BryonySeries. And assorted related content at www.facebook.com/BryonySeries.

And of course, please follow the adventures of Bertrand the Mouse on Instagram at bertrand_bryonyseries.

BRYONYSERIES BOOKS

For books and more information about the series, visit bryonyseries.com.

BRYONYSERIES EVENTS

A full month of virtual events can be found at bryonyseries.com/calendar-of-events-1.

QUESTIONS

Email me at bryonyseries@gmail.com.

Thank you for reading The Herald-News. And for reading this blog. And if you've read (or plan to read) any of my books. Your support is greatly appreciated.

FEATURES

’Schools have to take in account the religious beliefs of their students’: Minooka student receives religious exemption from required gender and sexuality program

Joliet non-profit offering ‘Romance-To-Go’ fundraiser: Place order for 3-course meal by Feb. 8

Gradually making their way back: Students returning to D. 202 in Plainfield over the next 3 weeks

An Extraordinary Life: 'She was never one to want the spotlight’: First Lady’ of #Shorewood helped shape the village

Is viscosupplementation treatment right for your arthritis?: Several places in Will and Grundy counties offer the treatment

Do you qualify for WIC?: Read on for guidelines and COVID modifications 

An easy way to get a COVID-19 vaccine - not: Vaccine scams are on the rise. Here’s how to protect yourself

They don’t horse around with generosity: Will County Trail Riders donate to Salvation Army

Weather outside frightful? Will County offers activities so delightful

Illinois DCFS Scholarship Program to current and former youth in care: Applications accepted until March 31

Love’s Travel Stops & Country Stores opens in Channahon: 15,000-square-foot location is open 24 hours a day

Will County over the weekend: snow, cold and calls for help: The weather was fun for kids, not for motorists

USF High School Art Competition: 6 students at D. 204 in Joliet won awards

Pets of the Week: Feb. 1: Will County rescues have dogs and cats for adoption

‘Come take what you need. We do not ask for ID’: Free ‘store’ in #Minooka caters to needs of kids

’We really just want to be there to help people’: Pandemic helped Upper Room Crisis Hotline expand its reach

Nancy Benard receives 2020 Miracle Maker Award: RE/MAX in #Shorewood is a ‘Miracle Office’ for 8th straight year

Mystery Diner: Chefy’s Kitchen and Catering in Joliet has great food, great value: ‘So full after all that wonderful food’

‘Each piece in the exhibit does have a story’: Gaylord Building showcasing artwork of #Lockport historian

More snow coming Thursday: tips for those who must drive: Because ISP responded to 40 crashes and 130 calls for motorist help last weekend



Illustration by Matt Coundiff for "Visage."

Wednesday, February 3, 2021

The Day They Gave Babies Away

If you need a dose of inspiration for dark times, I have the perfect story for you.

Remember my family's Christmas 2020 Film Fest? Well, we wound up including a movie I'd wanted to show my family for a long time. I'd lay odds you haven't heard of it. 

But you should.

The movie is from the 1950s. It's called "All Mine to Give," and I've linked to the Wikipedia page because the information is true and fairly complete.

I'd previously only seen it twice in my life.

The first time was Christmas night when I was twelve. It came on fairly late, and I was the only one who stayed up watching it. I saw it a year later, and I never saw it again until last month.

But the back story is even more remarkable than the film. Because, thanks to the magic of the internet, I learned that the story is completely true.

"All Mine to Give" was a movie I wanted to show my kids during our homeschooling days. But it wasn't on VHS, then it wasn't on DVD, and then when it was, copies were $200 - definitely out of our budget.

Last month, we found an affordable version. And so, we watched it.

"Outlander" fans might like this.

The story is about a young couple in the mid-nineteenth century that leaves Scotland to come to Wisconsin to build a new life for themselves. The father works for a logging camp; they live in a cabin; and they have six kids. The mother stresses education and makes sure her kids have the best access to it since she herself can't read.

The youngest boy, Kirk, develops diphtheria, so the father and the other kids are sent to another cabin to live. When Kirk passes the crisis stage, everyone is allowed to return. 

Unfortunately, the father has caught the disease and chokes to death on the third night of the illness. That's often how people die of diphtheria. The diseases creates a thick, gray membrane in the throat. It's horrible.

So the oldest boy, Robbie, who just twelve, tries to keep up with his schooling while working part time as an errand boy for the logging company. Then the mother get typhoid and dies on Dec. 23. Right before she dies, she makes Robbie promise that he will be the one to find homes for his siblings since he knows them the best.

Village officials, of course, want to step in. But Robbie persuades them to let the kids stay home together for Christmas, since it will be the last one they will celebrate as a family.

Instead, Robbie draws up a list of potential families that might be good matches for his siblings. And he makes the rounds on Christmas Day, one sibling at a time, hoping to appeal to these families on the holiday to take in a child.

Which they all do.

Then he travels ten miles in the snow through the woods on Christmas night with his baby sister on a sled because a rather unpleasant woman has set her sights on her. He finds a family and leaves her there, heading back to the logging camp afterwards to work and support himself.

What happens to the family after that is nothing short of miraculous. All of them except Kirk, who "took to drink" and died in his twenties, did very well, and Robbie kept in contact with all of them for the rest of their lives.

Robbie himself became a sheriff and experienced more tragedy in his life. But he was well-respected. and loved by his community.

Robbie's son Dale became an editor at Cosmopolitan magazine and a writer of stories and scripts.

Dale wrote a book about his father's experiences called "The Day They Gave Babies Away." The book is out of print and super expensive to buy.

Dale and his wife also wrote and produced "All Mine to Give."

If you'd like to read further, here are some good links:






Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Artists: It's Normal Not to Sell A Lot (and a plug for a great cafe)

I found this gem of a post a few weeks ago. I'm including the link so you can read it for yourself.

Despite the flood of posts online about people who used this or that method and made millions, the truth is that most people don't, which is why people flock to them. If it was commonplace to make millions (or any other amount of money that is significant), the topic would be commonplace and no one would care.

OK. So we know that.

Yet what was lovely about this post, for me, was its comparison to an indie coffee shop. And that's why I reserved this post. I waited until the Book and Bean Cafe inside the Joliet Public Library reopened - which it did yesterday.

Because that cafe instantly came to mind when I read the post.

A few key points for you to consider today, whether you are a seller or a consumer.

1) Selling a lot of anything doesn't equal customer satisfaction.

2) Some people will be super stoked to take your artwork or book home with them. 

3) The Book and Bean Cafe serves up friendly community spirit as it tenaciously survives during these tough times and showcases local art. The photo below is from 2018, when four of my BryonySeries artists set up for a two-month long exhibit in that cafe. That is connection is exactly the cafe's owner strives to create in her space.

Obviously some of you reading this today don't live in Joliet.

But most of you will know a place like the cafe.

And you will understand.

Here's the post: Read the first two blocks.

Be encouraged. Be supportive.

https://www.kboards.com/threads/its-normal-not-to-sell-a-lot.177159/



Photo by Timothy Baran



Monday, February 1, 2021

A Cast of "Ruthless" Characters

Good morning!

I'm happy to announce the release of Ruthless by Ed Calkins the Steward of Tara, the very first BryonySeries novel that I didn't write (may there be many more).

The book is now available from Amazon, and we are celebrating its release with a virtual one-hour party from 7 to 8 p.m. on Calkins Day (Feb. 13).

The party is free but you must register for the Zoom link and menu. 

Yes, menu.

Chef Tim will give three demonstrations that will allow you to enjoy chef-created refreshments during the party. No cooking is involved; you only need to have a few, simple, common, key ingredients ready.

Register here: bryonyseries.com/registerforcalkinsday.

Although you'll find the description for Ruthless on Amazon, you should know that the novel is a book of literary nonsense. Think Lewis Carroll for adults.

On the first (and maybe even second) read, Ruthless seems all over the place. 

But it really has a well defined structure, and the pieces come together nicely, leaving the reader wondering if Ed will write a sequel (the answer is yes; he is already working on it, having been bitten by the vampire muse).

The book parodies vampire lore, Irish lore, time travel, kink, politics, abuse, death, dyslexia, religion, the newspaper delivery industry (to name a few) and really extols the values of creativity, self-esteem, friendship, and true love in ways that aren't immediately apparent but are very sweet by the end of the story.

The characters are very, very human, and I found myself connecting to them (even the ones that didn't appeal to me for a while) as I moved through the pages.

For the most part, Ruthless simply expands the Ed Calkins perspective of the BryonySeries trilogy. In places where it deviates (and deviates significantly), the reader must remember that Ed as Steward of Tara is an unreliable narrator. Therefore, anything he says/writes can't be trusted as truth, since he lives so much in his own imagination.

As with all the books in the BryonySeries, you can read Ruthless as a standalone. Meaning, you don't have to be familiar with the other books to read this one.

With that, I give you "A Cast of Ruthless Characters":


NEW CHARACTERS:

Ed Calkins: The lead role, of course, is Ed Calkins, the Steward of Tara, in several incarnations: the character he created for himself (of which I further modified for the BryonySeries), elements of his real self, and the further development of all of these. As one beta reader commented, "He's died four times, and I'm still in the first chapter."

Nalla: Ed's angel wife. I knew immediately this was based on his real wife, Nancy. And she really does sing in her sleep. 

Rick: Ed's son (and he really does have a son).

Rick's Hot Wife: I only know this character has red hair and seems really nice. Other than her nickname.

Rick's two young daughters: One of them, Michaela, becomes a vampire slayer in her teens with a weapon Rick designed for her. She's destined to put her grandfather to rest when the time comes.

Trudy: Last name not given. She is a bipolar, auxiliary police officer for Beulah County (Munsonville is in Beulah County). She's also a professional dominatrix and a poet. Except she's given up the former because she's sort of in a relationship now. She's the ex best friend of Ed, and she's convinced she shot him - except she can't remember it. And she's scared of the repercussions.

Bathrobe: Trudy's love interest.

Sheriff Matt: Trudy's boss.

Dr. Roslyn: Trudy's childhood psychiatrist who lost her license for abusing kids. She's now a vampire.

Arkiens: A leprechaun and a were-goat who impersonates Satan and speaks with a thick Irish brogue.

The Inquisition: They debate over Ed's dying body on how to manage his eternal fate.

Ramon (and the other brownies): Ramon is the leader of a group of brownies who hang out with Ed in his van, roll newspapers, and clean houses for seniors living in trailer parks.

Ruthie and Millie: Two of the members of Ed's verbal harem. Members of WriteOn Joliet might recognize Ruthie from one of our flash fiction nights. I put her in my werewolf book and, by a strange and fantastical coincidence, Ed placed her in Ruthless.

Knights of the Red Branch: Often discussed, but their appearance is for the sequel.

Members of Ed's self-help group: They attend his wake and share their memories

The Goddess: Me 

Father Chokey: the priest who abused Ed as a boy

Malcolm: Ed's high school chess rival. They play a tense chess game for Trudy's hand.

New Medicine: The brownie who claims Trudy.

O'Murray: A king in Ed's imagination.

Boris: The owner of a bar Trudy used to manage.

Marci: A merrow (mermaid) that's Ed's secretary for one of his incarnations in his imagination.

Vita Vernon: head of the vice department in Detroit.

Jake Noble, Robert: Ed's bosses at the news agency

Mary Steward: a vampire with ties to organized crime

Tommie Gun Ton, Tommy the Gun, and Hank the Lobster: members of the vampire mafia

Also, assorted leprechauns and their human daughters, sprites, pixies, and other creatures. Oh, and the Magi.

And lots and lots of mirrors.


RETURNING CHARACTERS:

Glorna: A wood sprite who assumes several identities. One of those is now dead (You'll know who this is if you've read Staked!). He's also the caretaker of a child in an electric womb. And he loves spaghetti westerns so he impersonates John-Peter (down to the red hair and green skin) impersonating Clint Eastwood.

Eircheard: Owner of a pawn shop in Jenson (therefore, wealthy) and a leprechaun.

John Simons/John Simotes: He works for Ed in the newspaper delivery agency Ed manages. But in reality, Ed works for John, as he covers John's nighttime vampire activities and has been commanded to make a changeling son for him.

Melissa: 1970s teen girl obsessed with John in all his forms.

Henry Matthews: A dandy vampire who explains Deep Time Psychosis to Ed and how that's part of his destiny.

Dr. Abner Rothgard: A specialist in vampire health issues

No. 42/Angela: The brownie-raised and brownie-educated human girl that was swapped for the changeling.

Aodhan: A winged creature in Ed's imagination and good friend of Glorna's.

Quick confession: My new literary crush is Glorna. I love how Ed developed him. Not sure when the "crush" developed, but I finally realized it was there after Glorna said for the third time, "Mighty fine horse, ma'am," in the hanging scene.

Although editing a nearly 150,000 word novel by a dyslexic author was a nightmare (you have no idea), I am eagerly looking forward to the sequel.

Expect some typos. But Ed said people might not believe he wrote it if it didn't have typos. 

Typos, he claimed, is how readers will know its authentic.

Have a great Monday!


Illustration by Nancy Calkins for "Ruthless."