What’s in a Title?

titlesYou may have noticed that the titles of the novels in my Street Stories suspense series, Painted Black and Bend Me, Shape Me, are similar to or exactly like the titles of  rock songs popular during my youth.  I carefully chose the titles for several reasons.  In the first place, having titles tied together with a similar theme adds cohesiveness to a book series: the Kinsey Millhone Alphabet Mysteries come to mind as in M is for Malice and V is for Vengeance.

I thought of 60s and 70s song titles as the consistent element because my protagonist’s father, with whom she has a rocky relationship, would have listened to the songs in his youth.  I doubt whether most people will get this reference, however, because I never tie this fact or the song itself in the book contents.

The titles are chosen primarily because they relate to the main street kid in each book.  Painted Black is about a homeless graffiti artist who paints in shades of black and gray because it reflects the way he sees the world.  Bend Me, Shape Me is about a psychiatrist who twists his patients’ minds to mold them any way he wants to because they are homeless and have no one to stand up for them.

Titles can’t be copyrighted, so there is nothing illegal about using these titles, but some might question my intent.  Am I just lazy or unable to come up with original content?  Leaving aside the fact that I’ve written and published two other books under Deb Donahue with original titles, I’d like to point out that each book is filled with an average of 60,000 words of completely original content.  Surely that outweighs the use of a few words initially coined by others.

Was I hoping that the use of these titles would spark a curiosity that might bring people to read the synopsis and possibly buy the book?  Of course, but what book isn’t titled with that same hope, whether it is based on a famous song title, a hackneyed cliché, or an original inspiration?

Did I think of the possibility that someone searching the internet for information on the song itself might come across my book or its website and click on the link to see what the book was about?  Again, of course. Marketing campaigns are often targeted hoping to produce similar results. SEO linking in online articles blatantly promotes that idea. But since the plotlines and characters in my books have nothing whatsoever to do with the song lyrics, the title by no means unduly influences them to buy the book once they find it.

Do I want to earn money with these books?  I would love to.  Do I expect to get rich doing this?  Never in a million years.  To me, the Street Stories series isn’t about fame or fortune.  I have two goals in mind: to build an enjoyable story for my readers, and to show the humanity behind the invisibility of people without homes.  If either of these happens, I will be thrilled. If BOTH things happen, well, doing the Snoopy dance won’t come close to covering how excited I’ll be.

Seven Lessons From Stephen King

Today I get back to the business of writing after allowing myself to be distracted and sidetracked by moving and settling into my new digs.  It’s going to be hard, but it is more important than ever since the main purpose of my move is to spend the next two years seeing what success I can achieve when I don’t have to work around the time restrictions of a full time job.

One of my Facebook friends posted a link to the article below that I hope to use as my inspiration.  Stephen King is one of my favorite writers and while I can ever expect to reach his level of success, I can still apply the principles highlighted in the article.  Please click the link at the bottom to get the full explanation of how King accomplishes these points.  What I’ve done here is insert my “pledge” to myself about my own goals.

Learn your craft:  Having two books published by New Libri Press gave me the confidence that I have learned a lot about my craft and also proves that the act of writing itself is the best teacher of all.

Be prolific: I have four published books now when you count the two put out under Deb Donahue by PersonalNOVEL and my self published Chasing Nightmares.  But the point here is the sitting the butt in the chair each day and treating the writing as a business which means putting in the time to earn the dime.

Be real: My Street Stories novels work so well because they convey the reality of what it’s like to live on the streets.  For my new project, a cozy mystery series, I hope to incorporate the reality of life in small town Midwest with all its quirkiness and joys.

Have a personality: This is the scary part, because I don’t have a lot of confidence that many people will like my personality, but the article equates personality with writing what you enjoy and are passionate about.  That I can and have been doing.  Even though the Deb Donahue books are shades lighter in tone than the Debra Borys ones, they both reflect who I am and are written in the genre I most enjoy reading and writing: mystery/suspense.

Be fearless: I know there are some who do not like the bad language, stark themes and grisly details in my Street Stories novels, just as there will be some who think my cozy novel contains nothing of importance except to provide a little light entertainment. So be it.

Try new things: This one will be fun.  I like trying new things.  I’ve been published by a small press, a German company that personalizes every novel it sells, and self-publishing.  I will continue to follow publishing trends and remain open to pursuing opportunities that show promise.

Do many things simultaneously: The article talks about King’s involvement in many types of media and multiple projects.  I want to not only work on both series and find editing and writing clients, but to diversify my personal activities to soak up as much as I can of family, friends, nature and life.

There are seven key lessons you can learn from Stephen King, and the way he conducts his business (the business of writing). And for those of you who are offended by my saying “the business of writing”… perhaps if you thought about your writing as a business, you wouldn’t be so easily offended. Food for thought.

via The Stephen King Guide to Writing as a Business | Ray Edwards.

At the End of the Road: Home

It’s ironic that I’ve had internet access every night on the road, but not that I’ve reached my new home, I have to use my phone to write a WordPress update. My apologies if this doesn’t look right. I’ll try to clean it up tomorrow when I can get to Mom’s computer. [Edited to add pictures]

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Sophie gives Iowa a thumbs up. Or tail up. Me too.

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Now Iowa knows how to create pet areas at rest stops. Paths for the people and tall grass for the dogs.

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Sophie is so happy with the cool green grass and winds and sun that I feel mean making her get back in the car.

Home

5:23 pm CST….Our new home and the next stage of my life. Can’t wait to see where I go from here.

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Look, I found Liberace alive and transgender in my mom’s living room. Oh wait, I guess Mom just got home early from the casino. At least I know I’m not hallucinating from heat and exhaustion.

Road Trip Chronicles: Almost Home

I met myself coming and going today.  Literally.  Well, symbolically literally anyway.  At the Lincoln Nebraska Pioneer Nature Preserve, I met a couple who were also looking at the elk in the fenced in area,  The husband was from Seattle, just like I was until Monday.  The woman was from Peoria, Illinois, about 45 minutes away from where I am going.  Now they both live in Lincoln.  Hmm, maybe it’s a sign I should stay here?

Here are the Facebook status updates for today, my second to last night on the road.

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Halfway through Nebraska I can finally check Facebook. But I can’t go swimming. Darn. Gas is a bitch here. Just paid 4.25/gal. Good thing I only needed a half tank, but I didn’t want to wait just in case it was worse later or I start running too low.

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We are at the Prairie Park nature preserve in Lincoln and I want to go find an air conditioned motel room for the night, but Sophie is ignoring me. She thinks we should pitch a tent here, but they don’t allow camping and there are ticks. Eww!

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Oops, I had the name of the park wrong before. It is called Pioneers Park. Sophie and I want back after we checked into a motel to eat supper. It was still too hot and we didn’t stay long, but I did take a couple more pics.

via Debra Borys.

Road Trip Chronicles: Friday May 17

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Look ma, trees. You were right, Anita Kendall. The closer we got to Salt Lake City, the prettier it looked. Even Sophie was excited, running from one window to the other in the back seat. Even though we’d only been on the road a half hour, I had to stop at the first rest area so we could both enjoy it a bit before moving on.

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I tried looking for scenic attractions along the road to break up the trip a bit. These are pictures taken at the historic site of Fort Steele in Wyoming. Not a whole lot to look at except a couple of chimneys. The house is not from the Fort days, of course, but was used as a bridge house for the railroad bridge.

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Here are some more pictures from that same area as the panorama shot I uploaded earlier. I am really happy with the camera on my phone. Some of these drive-by shots were taken without really even focusing or looking too carefully since I didn’t want to get in an accident. It’s amazing to me that most of them are coming out so clear.

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I did make it to Cheyenne, by the way. Past it , in fact. Am spending the night 20 miles into Nebraska near a small town called Kimball. Sophie got to walk in the nice park they have there. The tow is so small I saw kids walking and riding bikes down the middle of the road. Reminded me of my childhood in Dalzell.

via Debra Borys.

Utah Panorama

Lots of humdrum landscape along the road today, but also some spectacular awesomeness.  Here’s the best shot of the day.

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Making Sacrifices for the Kiddies

Or kid, or should I say, dog.  Sophie didn’t have the best day today.  She was good, as usual, but she couldn’t find an appropriate place to poop.  You would think she should be able to poop anywhere.  After all, she’s a dog.  I’ve seen dogs drop turds as they walk down the sidewalk because the owner didn’t notice the dog wanted to stop.

But not Sophie.  She is very particular about the right, exact spot and will pace from one side of a patch of grass to the other until she finally decides.  She does this little thing where she squats and then whirls around in circles a few times before actually doing the deed, and it’s not uncommon for a spot to be deemed unsuitable after the first couple twirls if the vibe isn’t just right.

One place we stopped had seed pods as sharp as thumb tacks (I know this because I found one of them stuck in the bottom of my shoe.) She started limping and after that, was afraid to walk anywhere except sidewalks and freshly cut green grass.  She doesn’t sully sweet green grass–that she likes to lay in and roll over on her back.

At one green grass rest stop, we ran into Jesse from Portland, and his dog Jack.  They are also relocating, to Delaware, so we had a lot to talk about.  I told him about my books and gave him a bookmark and postcard, so I’m hoping he might even find and read this post (Hi! Jesse, if you’re out there!  Hope I remembered your name right.) He told me that they’ve been staying at Motel 6′s and they were really reasonable and don’t charge a dog fee.

Ogden Utah has two Motel 6′s, a newer one right near the highway.  But the one a couple of miles away, along a road that has lots of businesses boarded up and a driveway that badly needs repaving, is in front of an actual residential neighborhood with blocks of houses and sidewalks and yes, grass.  Grass that was not too beautifully green, nor sabotaged with paw piercing seed pods.  So guess which one we’re staying at?  You guessed it.  Anything for my Sophie.

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Slow Day Today

Not slow in the sense of miles per hour. I hit Idaho which has a 75 mile per hour speed limit.  But I didn’t have many Facebook Status updates today.  Partly it was because of lack of wireless access, partly because there wasn’t a heck of a lot to see in the often boring landscape, and mostly because I was bone tired all day for some reason.  Only one picture to post for today’s Journey Journal,

SnakeRiverFinally, internet access again. It ain’t much to look at, but it’s prettier than most of what I was driving through. Snake River seen from just across the Idaho border. Boise next on the agenda.

The only other update I posted today actually happened at the beginning of the day, while I was still in Pendelton.

I didn’t think to take a photo of the Armchair Bookstore in Pendelton, where I went to try to leave some Street Stories Suspense series bookmarks, but it was still closed anyway. I did leave a couple books, a postcard and my business card on the doorknob. I did, however, stop at the Looking Glass books in La Grande Oregon and talked with them there. I didn’t take a picture of that store either, but the link to their site is below. They happily took a few of each and said they would look up my books. I was so happy I bought a book from them, The Virgin Blue by Tracy Chevalier.

Road Trip Chronicles – The Start

I’ve been chronicalling my trip from Seattle to Illinois by posting pics and comments on Facebook to let peopkle know how much fun I’m having.  For those of you who aren’t my friends on Facebook, first off, why aren’t you, huh? I actually do every once in a while post something halfway interesting.  Send me a friend invite if you like.

If you’re not on Facebook, though, you can still follow my updates on this blog.  I plan to cut and paste my status updates here, complete with pics so all my friends can be in on the fun.

Here’s what happened yesterday and today, Tuesday, May 14.

LEAVING HOME

Driving through Tacoma at rush hour, in the rain, was actually very relaxing after four days of working my butt off getting ready to move. Here there was no need to hurry.

Driving through Tacoma at rush hour, in the rain, was actually very relaxing after four days of working my butt off getting ready to move. Here there was no need to hurry.

CHECKING IN AT THE JUPITER

Sophie does not seem happy with her new neckerchief. Plus Sizzle Pie pizza for me..one slice of the Lower East Burnside (broccoli, onions, olives) …one slice Ace of Spades (pepperoni). Got to get my veggies and my protein. – at the Jupiter Hotel, Portland OR

MORE JUPITER PERKS

Instead of a Gideon’s we have Don Miguel Ruiz’s Practical Guide To Personal Freedom; instead of the traditional booklet of ads for local food and fun we have a hard bound book of Green Escapes; we have ear plugs to keep out the beat of the music from across the driveway; and, best of all we have…yes, you see that correctly, check out the close-up if you don’t believe me…we have a ruby red lubricated condom imprinted with the hotel name and pointed out with a very blatant and encouraging YES!

BREAKFAST

Eating Voodoo donuts in the park near the Disabled Citizens Recreation and Senior Leisure Services right at the intersection of NEd Flanders St. (The d doesn’t show up very well, because just scribbled it in, but I thought the additional letter was a nice touch. Also, there must be a bakery nearby because I smell fresh bread baking. Goodbye, Portland, heading east now. – in Portland OR

IN TOURIST MODE

LewisClark1Look at me. I’m a tourist. — at Lewis and Clark State Recreation Site.

REST STOP

Do you think Sophie would pass for a horse? Because if so, she would be able to be off leash in this area at the rest stop just before Pendleton. Maybe I could convince them she is just a tiny pony.

PLAYING AT THE PARK

Don’t poison the fishes and your garage-slash-barn would make a nifty home if you lived here. — at Stillman Park in Pendelton OR

SUPPER

Hey, Judith van Praag, did I find the right place? They’re playing Johnny Cashes Folsom Prison. — at Rainbow Cafe in Pendelton OR

DOWN FOR THE COUNT

Super8Sophie was much more relaxed today. Partly she is getting used to it, but I’ve also been spending more time just sitting in the car with her while I look up directions etc. The idea was to train her the car is a place to chill and relax, rather than a machine zipping her from point a to point b. – at the Super 8 in Pendelton

I’m Coming Home

I’m hitting the road today, leaving beautiful Seattle for the inland Midwestern town of LaSalle.  You may remember from my post I wrote a while ago that LaSalle is where I grew up and went to school.  In that sense it is always home to me, but it will never have the same appeal and beauty as the Pacific Northwest.

There is, however, a small town about a half hour from LaSalle that will help make the transition less painful.  Princeton, while smaller than LaSalle, is like a small mecca calling to me.  The quaint little shops,  the rolling fields, and the wonderful friends that live in the surrounding area, all have a charm and personality that suit me very well.

One of the reasons is Princeton’s penchant for promoting the arts.  I was delighted to find the article below recently, because it talks about the Prairie Arts Council and the Princeton Coffeehouse.  I was one of the group, along with Deb Young mentioned below, who helped start these organizations.  Like my friend Ron McCutchen says in the paragraph quoted below, I am one of those drawn back to this town.

Deb Young is President of the Prairie Arts Council. A Princeton native, she’d lived in Minneapolis for 10 years before returning in 1982.

“When I came back there wasn’t anything that had to do with the arts at all.”

So, Young opened up an art gallery. Then Young found out something. She was not alone. She was asked to form a fine arts committee that put on an outdoor fine arts festival for a number of years. Young also helped start what became the Princeton Coffeehouse.

“Come to find out there was a lot of people looking for things like that, that wanted to take part in this type of thing.”

There had been an arts council in town, but it had gone defunct. Young was asked to start one up again, and with the help of others, she did.

One of those helping was Ron McCutchan, director of programming at the Princeton Public Library. He says that he, Young and Festival 56 theater company founder Dexter Brigham are examples of why the arts started to take off in this spot.

“There’s something about Princeton that brings people back. I mean Dexter went to New York, toured, [then] came back here to start something. I went to New York, worked in publishing, came back to take a publishing job and ended up staying in Princeton here at the library. And I’ve had other friends do the same.”

via Princeton: Arts Big In Small Town | WNIJ and WNIU.

Parisian Nightclub ‘Les Bains’

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Originally built as a public bathhouse in the 19th century, Les Bains-Douches would eventually be reborn as one of the hottest night clubs in Paris known simply as Les Bains, a destination for celebrities including  Mick Jagger, Johnny Depp and Andy Warhol.

After some second rate re-construction in 2010, the building was closed down and considered a safety hazard. Buildings in France are rarely torn down, so  it will however be gutted and be completely rebuilt on the interior.

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A relative after my own heart. Thanks, Don, for posting a link to this great story. I'm going to find out more info and post about it on my Painted Black novel site.

I Should Be Writing

coverideaAt the beginning of 2013 I started writing a new book, a different genre this time and under a different name.  A Bull by the Horns is the first of what I hope to be a new cozy mystery series tentatively called the Coffman’s Country Art Colony Cozies.  Quite a mouthful, huh?  Because the books are intended to be light years more “light” in tone from my Street Stories series, I plan to publish under my maiden name of Deb Donahue and have even begun to establish a personae under that pseudonym on websites and social media sites.

My goal, as originally posted in my Current Projects page, was to have the first draft done by the end of March or April so that I could begin work on the next Street Stories novel and hopefully have a first draft of that done by the end of the year.  It’s a reasonable goal, since the cozies really don’t take as much background research or time to write.  Two books a year also has the potential to eventually bring in enough income that I might someday be able to support myself (minimally, at least) with my writing income.

I knew selling the condo and moving to Illinois would put a strain on those deadlines, but I really, really, really did believe I would have a completed, if rough, manuscript before I set out across country to move.  The trip would be a nice break, I figured, from the months of focused writing.

Not gonna happen.

I was going gangbusters during the first half of the book and was even able to get feedback on most of it thanks to my wonderful critique group, the Seattle Fiction Writers.  Then I got obsessed with trying to decide which things to take with me on the move and which things to give away or toss.  I’ll be sitting watching TV or doing stuff at the computer and all of a sudden I’ll think “Oh, I could box up all that stuff in the closet and not miss it at all.”  The concentration needed to get any serious writing done is totally shot right now.

TradecoverThat’s not to say I haven’t been working at my writing career.  I’ve been going through quite a few lists of reviewers and interviewers trying to drum up publicity for Bend Me, Shape Me. I’ve been blogging and Facebooking and Pinteresting under both my author names.  And I’ve been playing on online printer sites to create promotional bookmarks and postcards.  I even edited and then self published an old romantic suspense novel I’ve had in the drawer, just for fun.  Chasing Nightmares is available for download as an ebook and will even be available as a paperback once I proof the galley for it.

I miss the writing, though.  I want to get back to it, I do, but now the move is ramping up.  The condo is sold, the short sale paperwork getting finalized, my place is a half-packed, half-ready-to-be-packed, half un-packed mess.  No writing of any note is going to get done here now.  Plan aborted, timeline sidelined, muse hanging by a thread in a tiny, locked up closet somewhere.

So now my trip across country, expected to be a vacation break between one novel and the next, will have to serve as an opportunity to inspire the completion of my mid-Western-based Coffman Cozies.  I plan to take plenty of pictures of cows and countryside, old barns and small towns.

Then when I get to Mom’s house in Illinois, I will be chomping at the bit to get back to work making those images come alive thorough my words.

Wish me luck!

Childhood Homelessness

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I came across an article the other day about the effects of homelessness on children.  The subject is part of a larger commentary on the effects of Adverse Childhood Experiences.  Recent studies indicate that not only do traumatic childhood events affect our mental health as adults, buy also our physical well being.  In fact “many official causes of death, like cancer, smoking, AIDs, heavy drinking, or diabetes” can be the result of that underlying trauma.  Homelessness is not only one of those stressors all on its own, but often the springboard for additional trauma: emotional, physical and sexual abuse; having an incarcerated relative; mother treated violently; mental illness within the family; parental divorce; substance use; and physical and emotional neglect.

The article made so many good points, I wanted to quote them all here for everyone to read, but I think the text is best read in author Perry Firth’s own words.  Here are the passages that jumped out at me, but please click through the link to the entire article.

“What Dr. Blodgett found won’t shock anyone involved with this work, or for that matter, anyone who intuitively understands the importance of stability in a child’s life. In his study of elementary children, homelessness was as equally powerful in predicting troubling mental and physical health outcomes as other traumas, such as child abuse.”

“the brain doesn’t care what the stressful event is; it only registers the event as stressful. That is why children who are experiencing homelessness in many cases have the same chronic health outcomes as a child who has experienced abuse or neglect.  If there was ever an argument for early intervention, it would be this.”

“Another way to look homelessness is not just to examine it from the standpoint of childhood, but to ask whether it can be an outcome of extreme stress during an adult’s youth. Questions assessing just that relationship between toxic stress in childhood and adult homelessness were added to the 2010 and 2011 BRFSS.  What was revealed is that those adults who had experienced higher levels of adverse childhood experiences are also those adults more likely to experience homelessness.  Adult homelessness can be the outcome of toxic stress in childhood.”

“But I would like to point out that every negative impact I have written about here is a preventable outcome. If we commit time and resources, there is no reason why any child or adult needs to go without shelter, mental health care, or in the case of stressed families, stabilizing parenting interventions. It all becomes a question of motivation and action. Yes, there is an uphill battle to fight. But that does not change the fact that childhood trauma is wrong, in all of its forms.”

via Firesteel / Blog / Children and Adversity: Childhood Homelessness Can Cast a Long Shadow. By Perry Firth, Graduate Student, Seattle University Community Counseling, and Project Assistant, Seattle University’s Project on Family Homelessness

Picture of the Day: Forest on Shipwreck Island

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FOREST ON SHIPWRECK ISLAND

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In this reflective beauty by Bruce Hood, we see the shipwrecked SS Ayrfield in Homebush Bay, Sydney, Australia. The photograph was taken from Wentworth point, and what I find truly remarkable are all of the trees growing on the abandoned ship! Nature always finds a way :)

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When life seems like a shipwreck, look for the beauty. It may be hard to find, it make take time to show up, but it is there. Trust me.

Don’t Spread the Fear

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Some calming, common sense words posted today by Jim Wright about the Boston Marathon Bombings.  Click through below to hear all he has to say, though the message can perhaps be summed up in his statement: “It’s going to take time to figure out who, how, and why. And you’re just going to have to put on your big boy pants and deal with it.”

As somebody who has spent the better part of my life in the intelligence field, I can tell you that this period, the immediate aftermath of the event, is far more complex and far more difficult than you can possibly imagine – even if you’ve had direct experience in this sort of thing. The sheer volume of information is staggering, almost incomprehensible. For example, depending on the situation there might be half a million phone records worldwide to look through, cell and landlines, text and data and email and so on, connections upon connections, in this day and age those bombs could have been set off from the other side of the world and watched via real-time internet video. And that’s just one tiny piece of the puzzle. We live in the Information Age, the problem isn’t that there isn’t enough information, the problem is that there is huge giant mountains of it – and most of that is irrelevant or false. But it’s all got to be gone through, every bit of it. And that can’t be done by machines, not really, people have to look at it. Trained people. Experts. Not conspiracy nuts, not just any Joe Shit The Ragman. Actual real educated and trained and experienced experts have to go through the information, slowly, carefully, bit by bit. And their difficult job is made even more difficult because not only are the investigators literally looking for the mangled pieces of a very tiny needle in a very large, very cluttered, very rutted and very muddy storm-tossed hay field, there are also certain folks who are actively working to make and shovel more hay, wheat, rye, grass clippings, manure, and any other metaphor you’d care to dream up, on top the whole mess.

via Stonekettle Station: Unindicted Co-conspirators Of The Boston Bombing.

Winter Coats | Alaska

I started pinning pictures of dogs to my Pinterest board and started thinking about my wonderful Dixie and Dallas who are no longer with me.  They were such good company for me during the six months we Iived in Fairbanks, Alaska *in the middle of winter!* (What was I thinking? lol)

Here’s to remembering my hearty little Eskimos and their winter wonderland adventure.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I can’t believe it’s been so long since I posted. This past weekend was the coldest so far up here. Negative 23 during the day on Saturday–almost couldn’t get my car started. But I did discover there is an engine warmer plug under the hood, so all I had to do was buy an extension cord and now I plug in every night and have no trouble getting going in the morning.

I did a little shopping this weekend, and went to see a movie on Sunday, The Blind Side. Great movie, made me laugh and yet touched my heart. I recommend it to anyone. I usually don’t go for movies that have playing sports as one of the main plot points, but football was just a medium through which the people grew together as a family. Go see it, really.

I also bought new dog coats, because the ones I have just didn’t seem warm enough. Dixie’s is particularly adorable so I had to take pictures. Here’s a couple, there’s a couple more in the Pictures page.

via Alaska: documenting the far North one blog at a time

Stone Soup Station: Ego Creep

There is rarely, if ever, only one “truth.” One of my pet peeves is people who hold so tightly to their truth that they refuse to listen to anyone else’s.  I don’t know if it’s because they are secretly afraid their truth won’t hold up to the scrutiny, or if it’s because they have so little faith in themselves that they think they will be misled by “false prophets” if they even listen to a view different than their own. This is true in almost every aspect of life: religion and politics certainly, but also raising children, writing books, where to live, even simple things like the correct way to cook a certain dish.

I will admit to leaning toward the view of not trusting the police to deal fairly with the homeless.  Their job, after all, is to enforce the law and follow the rules and often the rules get broken when you live on the street, struggling to survive.  Too often it seems, there are officers who enforce with a capital FORCE, but I also don’t want throw law and order out the window. I have two sons who work in official security roles.  Like an anti-gay parent might rethink their views when confronted by a son or daughter coming out of the closet, I am forced to consider, rethink and possibly alter my views based on evidence.

So I am torn between wanting to support the brave men and women who serve in law enforcement and concern about the potential abuse of power that could exist. I don’t think that’s a bad place to be, though.  It prevents “ego creep” which would blind me to the fact that gray areas happen all the time and we must sometimes shift our vision to see clearly in the resulting gloom.  The article below talks about the difficulties of sifting through the gray areas and complexities of the “truth” about homelessness.  I hope you’ll click through and read the whole thing.

While the devotion to social justice is admirable, the ego-creep afflicted individual often ends up doing more harm than good.

Why? Because first of all, the needs and situations of the homeless are so complex and varied that no one person could possibly know and meet them all. This narrow kind of “I know what’s right” thinking is not only harmful to those they fail to serve because they’re almost certainly missing important needs, it is also dangerous for those experiencing homelessness because the ego-creeper is single-handedly fomenting and perpetuating an adversarial “us versus them” mentality among the homeless population and the rest of the community. There is enough of that already without them adding to the mix. No matter how much time any of us have spent working on the streets, none of us “know it all,” and we certainly cannot possibly know what the best approach or service need is for every single person out there. To assume so only highlights the affected individual’s ignorance of trauma informed, person-centered care, of the need and importance of cultural responsiveness, and illustrates a lack of professional capacity for serving the population we all profess to care so deeply about.

via Stone Soup Station: Ego Creep.

Omnimystery News: Guest Post

My guest post for OmniMystery News posted today.  I talk about writing the Street Stories suspense series and how it relates to my experiences with volunteering with the homeless.  I hope you enjoy.

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I chose to write suspense novels about events that happen to street kids because their homelessness adds an unexpected, little used, and huge obstacle for my protagonist to overcome. That’s just good storytelling. And if, while riding the twists and turns of the plot my reader begins to develop an awareness that street kids are people, are human beings not that different from themselves, am I going to complain?

Not a bit. Because influencing the minds and opinions of readers is something all good fiction should do, as long as it’s not at the expense of entertainment. Tell me you’ve never been enlightened by a book you picked up just because the plot sounded like fun? I bet you can’t.

via Omnimystery News: Please Welcome Back Author Debra R. Borys.

Seattle Fiction Writers

My first Street Stories novel, Painted Black, owes much of its success to a wonderful writers group I had at the time in Illinois.  Bend Me, Shape Me also has a writer’s group to think for all their help, the Seattle Fiction Writers.

Here is a photo we took after a meeting we had recently.  All the key players are there save an important guy named Robert Lint, plus we had a writer-in-training in attendance, Adaa, the beautiful daughter of Rahul Pratap and his wife Chandana.

Thanks to each of you for all your help!

Seattle wrtiers group

Podcast Interview Archived

Reblogged from Bend Me, Shape Me:

The interview I did last Friday at Wise Bear Books is now archived at YouTube in case you weren't able to listen live.  Quinn Barrett and co-host TJ also talk about some digital publishing news that you might find interesting.  Enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=AVX-RFFUblg

I posted a link to the archived podcast I did last Friday. We talk about the new novel and about digital publishing trends. I hope you will visit my Bend Me, Shape Me site to follow all the news and learn more about the book.