STORY WEAVER JOURNAL
This journal has developed into not only historical stories of women, but my own memories of survival in today's world. So let's enjoy both.
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
THE DAY I FLEW WITH JOE KITTINGER
High in the azure blue sky, looking down on the seven hills of Fayetteville, I clenched the floor of the plane with curled toes. Seated behind me, Joe tilted the small bi-wing plane till one wing was straight above us, the other out of sight below. Then we dropped toward the ground. Wind whipped at my face, grabbing each breath. My stomach lurched and the adrenaline rush sent squeals of delight that melted in the hot summer air over Drake Field.
I learned later, while watching Joe perform for the crowd, he'd only illustrated a bit of his wild and crazy barnstorming act for me. Touring the country, offering rides and performing high in the sky was something he had done for years. A man like Joe could scarcely keep his feet on the ground for any length of time. In 1960 his daredevil act bailing out of a balloon had set records and proved man could survive a fall from 102,800 feet above the earth. At least a man like Colonel Joseph Kittinger.
How'd I manage to take a flight with America's first spaceman? A true American hero? All things come together in strange ways. After I went to work for the local rural weekly newspaper in 1990, each time air shows of any type came to town, free rides were offered to reporters. I was the first to volunteer to take advantage of the opportunity. When I heard Joe Kittinger was at Drake Field, I stood up. And so, there I was, hanging on for dear life in an open cockpit plane, sitting up front only a foot or so behind the propeller, and having the time of my life.
It'd been a while since I thought about that day---after all it was 20 years ago---until the news broke that a stuntman from the UK, Steve Truglia will attempt to break Kittinger's record. He's going to jump from a balloon at 120,000 feet. His body will break the sound barrier at 700 mph. It's been over 50 years since Joe accomplished this and lived to tell about it. He had far less equipment to insure his survival. He blacked out while free falling, as will Steve Truglia. But Steve will have a lot of fancy "fail-safes" to keep him from going into a spin, and that's good. Read about Truglia's plans here.
All this brought back such memories of my meeting with Joe Kittinger. My ride in his plane, and later interview that brought about two separate articles on this daredevil hero. His book is available on Amazon, and no, I wasn't paid to say that. Bought a copy myself. Joe is quite a guy and I'll never forget my time spent with him, on the ground and above the earth.
Monday, April 23, 2012
My adventures with Photoshop continue. I've now decided to change programs, as it's so messed up I can't get it to come up completely. Tool bar along the side has disappeared and I don't know what I must've done with it. Also, part of the upper tool bar is missing so I can't open new files. And that's enough whining.
Uploading my final back list book called for a celebration, but I'm too decrepit to dance, so I settled for hot chocolate and staying up late to watch Fringe on Hulu cause I missed last Friday's episode. What's with that new sexy guy? Does he think he can replace Peter? Never happen. Ah, well, a short visit to the future might be good for the Fringe crew, though I didn't see Olivia anywhere. Hope nothing happened to her. As absent minded as I'm getting, I may go back and watch last week's to make sure she didn't get killed off or carried away to another dimension.
It occurs to me that all my readers may not watch this weird-as-can-be show. But I'm so captivated by it I can't miss even one. I was figuring up the other day how much it costs nowadays to be entertained at home and to stay in touch with everyone. There's the Internet, then DirecTV, then as if 3-400 channels isn't enough, we pay Netflix and Hulu to fill in the gaps with streamed movies and TV shows. Then there's the cellphone, which I've only got one of those cheap dudes that costs about $20 every three months to keep it activated. That's not to mention the electricity it takes to power this stuff. And batteries! Good grief, I'm scaring myself. If they ever start charging for sites we activate online, there'll be that to add to the bill.
Imagine how much money we'd have to spend on "stuff" if we didn't have any of those entertainment/communication bills.
I can remember when I was a kid, back in the dark ages---and they were called that for a reason. Coal oil lamps cast very little light in the smallest of rooms---when we first got electricity we had one light bulb hanging from the ceiling. After all, that was a lot brighter than a lamp. Actually, I'm pulling your leg a bit here. If we'd stayed in Arkansas this would've been the case. My Aunt and Uncle, whom we visited regularly, lived out in the country, and REA didn't arrive there until I was a teenager, so they did experience this. I thought it quite the adventure to spend time with them. Almost like camping out.
Then, along came Ozarks Electric and they lit up the world, and presented the first of many bills that would come along over the years just because we wanted to have a bit of light on the subject.
Uploading my final back list book called for a celebration, but I'm too decrepit to dance, so I settled for hot chocolate and staying up late to watch Fringe on Hulu cause I missed last Friday's episode. What's with that new sexy guy? Does he think he can replace Peter? Never happen. Ah, well, a short visit to the future might be good for the Fringe crew, though I didn't see Olivia anywhere. Hope nothing happened to her. As absent minded as I'm getting, I may go back and watch last week's to make sure she didn't get killed off or carried away to another dimension.
It occurs to me that all my readers may not watch this weird-as-can-be show. But I'm so captivated by it I can't miss even one. I was figuring up the other day how much it costs nowadays to be entertained at home and to stay in touch with everyone. There's the Internet, then DirecTV, then as if 3-400 channels isn't enough, we pay Netflix and Hulu to fill in the gaps with streamed movies and TV shows. Then there's the cellphone, which I've only got one of those cheap dudes that costs about $20 every three months to keep it activated. That's not to mention the electricity it takes to power this stuff. And batteries! Good grief, I'm scaring myself. If they ever start charging for sites we activate online, there'll be that to add to the bill.
Imagine how much money we'd have to spend on "stuff" if we didn't have any of those entertainment/communication bills.
I can remember when I was a kid, back in the dark ages---and they were called that for a reason. Coal oil lamps cast very little light in the smallest of rooms---when we first got electricity we had one light bulb hanging from the ceiling. After all, that was a lot brighter than a lamp. Actually, I'm pulling your leg a bit here. If we'd stayed in Arkansas this would've been the case. My Aunt and Uncle, whom we visited regularly, lived out in the country, and REA didn't arrive there until I was a teenager, so they did experience this. I thought it quite the adventure to spend time with them. Almost like camping out.
Then, along came Ozarks Electric and they lit up the world, and presented the first of many bills that would come along over the years just because we wanted to have a bit of light on the subject.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
This journal is going to be used to vent today. For the past few weeks I've worked on a short story anthology that tells prequel stories of the characters featured in my six back list books now posted on Kindle. Not only are there stories, there are some sexy excerpts of scenes that might entice readers.
This is the cover I made that is the wrong size, and you'll note PS insisted on underlining everything. Who knows what my cover will eventually look like.
Now, I'm ready to upload it to Kindle. Formatting is done. However, and that's a big however, in trying to make my cover on Photoshop I ran into something that has not happened in the past six covers I've made there. Though plenty of other problems cropped up. The cursor for adding text to the cover makes underlines and no text. I can't figure out what button I must have pushed by mistake, but all it will do is make underlines. At first it insisted on underlining my text and I finally got it to stop doing that. Not sure how, and managed to get the title words where I wanted them. But to my dismay I cannot get it to add my name as the author. Just lines. Ugh.
My goal was to post the short story anthology today, enroll it in KDP and offer it free for five days to let readers learn about my books in an entertaining way.
In the meantime, Amazon changed the pixel size of books covers. With help I figured out that 1563 pixels is 1.6 of 2500 pixels required for the long side. So I made a cover in that size, but Photoshop, being the demon that it is, and I hope someone there doesn't decide to sue me for saying that, the size popped down to the size of the photo. So I began again, hoping for the best. This one has no author name on it and I've finally given up. What is it with me and Photoshop? It makes me feel so dumb and helpless I want to commit some sort of illegal act.
My goal to finish today is destroyed. I will return to Photoshop and try one more time, then I'll have to ask for help. Thankfully, my grandson's SO knows photoshop and can probably help me. Fingers crossed.
So, if you're working on publishing your books to Kindle and want to make your own covers, I suggest you first contact someone who is well-versed in Photoshop before you begin.
Have a lovely day. Looks like a good one.
This is the cover I made that is the wrong size, and you'll note PS insisted on underlining everything. Who knows what my cover will eventually look like.
Now, I'm ready to upload it to Kindle. Formatting is done. However, and that's a big however, in trying to make my cover on Photoshop I ran into something that has not happened in the past six covers I've made there. Though plenty of other problems cropped up. The cursor for adding text to the cover makes underlines and no text. I can't figure out what button I must have pushed by mistake, but all it will do is make underlines. At first it insisted on underlining my text and I finally got it to stop doing that. Not sure how, and managed to get the title words where I wanted them. But to my dismay I cannot get it to add my name as the author. Just lines. Ugh.My goal was to post the short story anthology today, enroll it in KDP and offer it free for five days to let readers learn about my books in an entertaining way.
In the meantime, Amazon changed the pixel size of books covers. With help I figured out that 1563 pixels is 1.6 of 2500 pixels required for the long side. So I made a cover in that size, but Photoshop, being the demon that it is, and I hope someone there doesn't decide to sue me for saying that, the size popped down to the size of the photo. So I began again, hoping for the best. This one has no author name on it and I've finally given up. What is it with me and Photoshop? It makes me feel so dumb and helpless I want to commit some sort of illegal act.
My goal to finish today is destroyed. I will return to Photoshop and try one more time, then I'll have to ask for help. Thankfully, my grandson's SO knows photoshop and can probably help me. Fingers crossed.
So, if you're working on publishing your books to Kindle and want to make your own covers, I suggest you first contact someone who is well-versed in Photoshop before you begin.
Have a lovely day. Looks like a good one.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
WOMEN WHO WON THE WEST
WOMEN WHO WON THE WEST
Maud Dunlap Duncan arrived in a small railroad town not far from Indian Territory in Arkansas in 1887 when she was 14. The rugged area around Winslow contained several one-room schools and, educated through the eighth grade by her foster father, Dr. Albert Dunlap, Maud began to teach the children who attended one of those schools. As yet, Winslow had no school, for the railroad had created the town in 1882 when the Frisco line laid tracks through the tiny valley to connect Northwest Arkansas with Fort Smith to the south. Previously a stage stop known as Woolem sat on the mountainside amid a tiny cluster of settlers known as Summit Home. The stage line was the only connection between this remote locale and the outside world.
After settling in Winslow, Maud's foster parents began to donate time, money and land to the booming town. Under their auspices, St. Stephen's Episcopal church was built. The large home the Dunlaps erected later became a school to educate the mountain girls. The town grew fast, and Maud grew with it. She played organ in the church on Sundays, but more importantly, she attended high school in Ft. Smith, then went on to get her teacher's certificate at the age of 16. Teaching at this young age was common in those days. Some of the boys in her classes were older and bigger than the petite Maud, but she didn't let that deter her. As time progressed, she decided that teaching wasn't all she wanted to accomplish.
In 1894 she married a railroad worker, Hallam Pearce. The marriage would spawn tragedy. After the birth of their second daughter, Virginia, who died in infancy, her husband left her. They said he just climbed on board a freight one day and never returned. No one ever knew precisely why, but it was thought that because Maud's mother Virginia had such a grip on members of the family, he grew tired of her interference. Those who knew her well said that Maud was so firmly under the thumb of her mother, that she did nothing without her permission. She had the marriage annulled in 1901 and her foster parents officially adopted her older daughter, Helen. Helen died at the age of 8.
Doctor T.E. Gray had begun a successful practice in town, and was soon courting Maud. Regularly they could be seen riding through town on their way to a picnic out by the falls. Everyone expected them to marry. And sure enough, they were soon engaged. One of her best friends made a wedding dress. Everything was planned, but something so dark happened that it was kept a secret until the only person who knew the truth passed away a few years ago. He told his long-kept secret to a close friend, making her promise not to tell anyone until he was gone. She shared that secret with me not long after his death.
It seems that Maud had a young friend who was having feminine problems. She went to Maud to ask her what to do, and Maud took her to see Doctor Grey. After a few visits, the friend came to Maud so distraught she could barely speak. Finally the truth spilled out. Doctor Gray had been sexually abusing the young woman and she didn't know what to do. Maud confronted the Doctor, broke their engagement and kept mum about the reason. The young girl left town, and folks were left to wonder about the broken engagement. We have to remember what those kinds of secrets meant in those nearly Victorian days. It wasn't something one talked about. We have to wonder if the good doctor went on to abuse other young women. No one will ever know. Before her death, and long years after this happened, Maud revealed the dreadful secret to a close friend who also kept quiet until right before his own death. Doctor Gray was murdered at the hands of a hitchiker in 1938.
Still, these sad occurrences didn't deter Maud from her constant efforts to do more with her life. Determined to forget she studied pharmacy under the tutelage of her foster father, and in 1906 became the second woman in Arkansas to register as a pharmacist. Soon after that she opened a pharmacy/drug store in Winslow. She and her foster father worked together in the M.D. Pearce Pharmacy. The M. D. stood for Maud Dunlap. In 1907 she petitioned the court to change her name back to Dunlap. Soon after that she announced her engagement to a young newspaperman, Gilbert Nelson Duncan, whose family had recently arrived in town.
Soon after their marriage in 1908 they purchased the monthly newspaper, the Winslow Mirror, changed the name to the Winslow American and in September began weekly publication. Maud began to write editorials on national questions such as women's suffrage and the paper supported the United State participation in World War I, taking part in large war bond sales. It appeared she had at last reached her goal in life.
But happiness was brief for Maud. Gilbert died in the influenza epidemic of 1918. Despite her sorrow, she picked up the shattered pieces of her life and became active in civic matters. In 1925, only a few years after women gained the right to vote, Maud and some of her friends who were businesswomen in town formed a full slate of women candidates and ran for city council. What had begun as a dare by some of the men in town became a reality when they won the election and took over the reins to the booming resort town. For two years they governed and found some fame in several newspapers.
One tale goes that Maud tore down the one-room jailhouse and announced that if anyone broke the law in her town, they'd answer to her. They raised money to build a new road to replace the steep one that ran straight up the mountainside. Women drivers had a tough time negotiating the difficult climb. Today that road remains in two long loopy S curves going west out of town. The women encouraged business owners to plant flowers and pretty up the town, which they did. After a second term, the women declined to run again. Their work was done.
The pharmacy burned in 1935. Maud continued to produce the newspaper over the long years after the Great Depression all but destroyed the town as a resort area. It became her only way to earn a living, and she would handset the lead slugs to print out three or four pages of notebook size paper which she distributed herself. Too stubborn to give up she would walk the streets, selling ad space so she could afford to buy wood for heat and food. Local people bought ads they didn't need because it was the only way they could help her. She refused charity. She died in 1958 and is buried in the cemetery at the church her foster father built so many years earlier.
In a time when it was so very difficult, women like Maud blazed a bright trail for those who came later. Their stories should be told and preserved.
Maud's story written by Velda Brotherton was published in Arkansas Biography, edited by Nancy A. Williams in 2000, by the University of Arkansas Press. For more information on this courageous woman see the Arkansas Encyclopedia Online.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Last week I traveled a ways to visit with western writer Dac Crossley. He has some unique experiences and writes about his home state with authority. We talked about his writing among other subjects. We decided to exchange interviews, so while you'll read about Dac here, you can read about me on his blog. There's a link later on here. Welcome, Dac. This was a fun idea.
Q: Could you tell us something about the western era you write about?
A: I grew up in South Texas, that region between San Antonio and the Mexican border. Mesquite brush along the Nueces River, south through the Wild Horse Desert to the lush valley of the Rio Grande. My stories are set in the twentieth century, when the old west still lived, and ancient cultures clashed with modern ones. I’ve taken the Texas Rangers as focal points for my stories. The Rangers are still iconic today, if better behaved than their more violent predecessors.
My latest novel, Escape from the Alamo, is set at the time of the Texas revolution. Well, all Texans have to write an Alamo story, sooner or later.
Q: Was it a difficult decision to publish your own work? How did that come about?
A: I wasn’t getting anyplace with traditional publishers. Agents told me my work was fine but nobody would buy a western novel. I realized that I had to self-publish, get out there, begin to build the brand.
Now, three self-published novels later, I’m attracting some attention from small presses.
Q: What is your daily work schedule?
A: I’m not very good at keeping on a schedule. I try to write every day, at least a page, be it morning, afternoon or evening.
Q: I was interested in your background. Readers will understand this question when they go to your blog and read about your background. Living in Arkansas, the study of chiggers fascinates me. How do you go about studying such a vicious, tiny critter?
A: We find chiggers on their usual hosts – snakes and lizards, turtles, birds, and so forth. Their host relationships give us clues about their environmental requirements.
Q: Okay, back to your writing. I couldn’t resist asking that question. Tell us a bit about Guns Across the Rio.
A: I grew up with tales of Mexican bandit raids. My grandfather stood on his street corner with his shotgun when a raid was suspected (his father fought Indians). Yet, I had friends who characterized the bandits as revolutionaries. Guns Across the Rio is the story of an Hispanic Ranger who lives in both worlds, Mexican and Texan.
Q: How do you divide your research and writing time?
A: Good question. Research is readily done on-line now. It starts with an interruption of the writing, a quick question that leads to 2-3 hours of following leads.
Q: What are you working on now?
A: A novel that will carry my Border characters forward to 1937, an uneasy time for the Rangers as politics singled them out.
Q: Do you outline your books or just let it flow?
A: I’m not an outliner. I start with a question – “What if?” and push it forward. Restarts are inevitable. In Escape from the Alamo my hero was a Tennessee mountaineer. He kept telling me he wasn’t that old. After a dozen chapters I had to go back and make him a teenager.
Q: If a big publisher were to approach you and make an offer, would you take it, or do you prefer to publish your own work. And why?
A: I’d count such an offer as a mark of success, and I’d likely take it, all things considered. I like to tell stories and I want a broad audience. No matter how my stories are published, I’ll continue promoting them as best I can.
Q: How do you feel about social networking and how much do you do?
A: I participate in several groups on Facebook. It takes time but it builds the brand. Most of my networking involves my blog. I try to blog twice a week and I notify my mailing list whenever I do. I’ve yet to do much with twitter or linked-in; maybe that comes next.
Thanks so much for spending some time with me.
Dac's books can be found on Amazon or at his web site.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
BOOK CLUBS, LIBRARIES AND MEMORIES
A couple of weeks ago, I was invited to visit the Women's Book Club in Harrison, Arkansas. This organization has been around for some 25+ years, doing good deeds reading books and visiting with writers.
Member Ruth Sinor met me at the Dixie Café after I enjoyed a scrumptuous lunch there. She led me hither and yon, up one street and down another until we reached the lovely home where the club was meeting. It seems they don't have a designated meeting place, but rather go wherever it suits them. Sometimes to private homes, other times to public meeting spots like the local library.
This group of about 28 women wanted to hear from me what it's like to be a writer in today's harried world, where publishers and book stores are falling by the wayside in droves. I did my best to tell them about the new opportunities available for writers and readers today. Considering the E book market and the arrival of so many small publishers, we are all poised on the brink of a new reading and writing world.
These ladies received me eagerly, asked lots of questions, bought some of my books and presented me with a lovely basket containing special coffees, lovely coffee mugs and much love. The afternoon meeting was well worth the 85 mile drive, and I learned a lot about my potential readers. Most were happy to embrace the new E readers and E books in general. It was a lovely day.
The next day I drove to Van Buren, Arkansas to the brand new (year old) library there. The genealogy group that had invited me were every bit as welcoming as the previous group. They wanted to hear how they could interest their younger family members in their history and keep the information from disappearing from their family records. It seems the kids just aren't interested in the past.
My advice was to record not only their genealogy facts, but to write the stories that had been passed down. By recording these tales in a way that make them interesting to read, they are helping keep younger folks interested in family history. We talked about writing them in the style of fiction to make readers eager to read them, rather than just recording what happned.
Using this method is called creative nonfiction, because we can't know precisely what was said or thought, but we can make an educated guess based on the research we do into the people who will come alive in our stories. We can then write dialogue and thoughts.
Have you ever picked up a book that sounded like a good story, only to find it a boring record of facts, figures, people and places? Without that added dialogue and internalization that brings those characters to life, readers are not pulled into our stories. Many readers don't care about vague people who've been long dead. They want to live the lives of fleshed-out characters they can relate to.
The Van Buren Library is a fine example of the new libraries being built all over the country to service readers. They are keeping abreast of the times by acquiring E books along with the print books and many have a large genealogy section where we can go to research, both for family records and for writing our historical novels and stories.
On my way home, I exited the Interstate at Mountainburg, my hometown, and was happy to see a huge yellow banner alongside the exit road that read, Future Home of the Mountainburg Library. I've been to the fine library there many times, but it has grown way too small for the demand. Nothing makes a writer happier than seeing libraries expanding, for this means one thing to us. People are reading. And readers buy books. That keeps us writers in business.
Talking about the past and caring about it, a year ago my great grandparent's old home in Mountainburg was torn down to make way for a church parking lot. Then a few months ago, my grandparent's former home just a ways down the highway burned to the ground. It was with a great deal of sadness that I drove slowly past the charred remains, remembering so many visits there in the past. I spent a lot of growing-up years visiting my grandparents there, and seeing it with ragged blackened fingers reaching upward as if in an effort to survive was heart breaking. But like with everything else in the past, we always have our memories.
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012
FOR SUCCESS GRAB A BRASS RING
A good friend and prolific
writer, Jory Sherman, once told some of us gathered at his feet to glean some
of that mysterious knowledge, that ideas are floating around somewhere out
there, and all writers have to do is grab one, much like we used to grab the brass
ring while riding the merry-go-round. (If you're old enough to remember those
days) Many times several writers will latch on to the same idea, but once they
write it, no two books or stories are alike.
Well, I found out a couple weeks
ago that sometimes two books come close to the same themes. Wolf Song was
released February 28. It's a story that involves the restoration of gray wolf
packs in Wyoming. The protagonist agonizes over her sister, injured in an
automobile accident, who lies in a vegetative state. Should she pull the plug? Can
she?
Wait a minute. Isn't that a lot
like Lone Wolf by Jodi Picoult, released a couple weeks ago? The story has a
lot of "fascinating" information about the gray wolf packs. It also concerns
a young man, injured in an automobile accident and lying in a vegetative state.
The family agonizes over pulling the plug. A review calls this a hot-button
issue, and that it is. In both books. One similarity isn't too bad, but two,
well that's just too much.
It's been suggested that I post
everywhere, if you like Jodi Picoult's Lone Wolf you'll like Velda Brotherton's
Wolf Song, but maybe if you like Wolf Song you'll like Lone Wolf. Why not?
Okay, sure. Everyone knows who
Jodi Picoult is, but what about this Velda Brotherton? She's not as well known,
hasn't been published nearly as many times, left New York with her tail between
her legs when everything fell apart before she could become a best seller. Oh,
and one more difference. Lone Wolf was reviewed in People Magazine. They gave
it 3-1/2 stars. Not a chance Wolf Song will get a review in People Magazine,
but it has some mighty fine reviews and some 5 stars too.
Thank goodness Wolf Song came out
first. That's certainly a plus, isn't it? No one can say I copied Jodi. This is
proof that my friend Jory knew what he was talking about. Jodi and I both
grabbed the same brass ring. But read both books, cause you'll see, not only
how alike they are, but how different. And I'll bet you'll enjoy them both.
Order Wolf Song at
http://www.synergebooks.com/ebook_wolfsong.html
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