Monday, October 14, 2024

They tried to kill us. We survived. Let’s eat. - by Penny Orloff

 

Antibiotics were born about the same time I was. Suddenly, bubonic plague and spinal meningitis and syphilis and other fatal bacterial infections were history. Wiped off the face of the earth. All these decades later the resistant little progeny of that tiny percentage of the bugs that antibiotics couldn’t kill are still here, refined through the determination of their exterminators to an unfathomable degree of resilience and bad-assery. Survivors. And armed to the teeth.
On the anniversary of last year’s October 7 slaughter of more than 1400 people, with the resulting conflict still upon us, I find myself musing on survival. In December, as every year, my family will assemble for the first night of Hanukkah— a thousands of years later, annual remembrance of the Maccabees, a resistant little family of Yids (their name means “hammer”) who, by a miracle, survived a lengthy siege designed to wipe the Jews off the face of the earth. An ancient iteration of Hitler’s Final Solution.
Most Jewish holidays are exactly the same: They tried to kill us. We survived. Let’s eat.
Babylon, Egypt, the Romans, the Spanish Inquisition, the Cossacks, Vilna, and worse... And all these centuries later the resistant little progeny of that tiny percentage of Jews that even Hitler couldn’t kill are still here, refined through the determination of their exterminators to an unfathomable level of resilience and bad-assery. Survivors. And armed to the teeth. If you’ve got mischief on your mind, you don’t wanna cross paths with an Israeli. 
Left unmolested we’ll dink around and amuse ourselves with literature and astrophysics and medicine and music and – oh – comedy. But after thousands of years of unintentional genetic engineering, threaten us at your peril. 
What is that indomitable thing? What is that resilient stuff my family is apparently made of that has survived to remember the Maccabee brothers, and light the Menorah, and recite the Kaddish for our dead, and then sit for hours scarfing latkes and chopped liver? With so many of our ancestors cut down by so many enemies—or by the diabetes and heart disease and cancer that plague such an inbred little tribe—how did we survive? 
My mother was an only child. Her mother got off the boat at Ellis Island with her little tribe of parents and siblings and grandparents, the battered and scarred sole survivors, the last remnant of a final pogrom that took out the rest of the shtetl. For all our PTSD and hypervigilance and mishegas, what is it with my family? How are we the ones still standing? Why us?
She was a lonely little girl in Toledo, Ohio, my mother, until the age of five when she met Eleanor on the first day of kindergarten. At last, little Ruetta Zimmerman had a sister. Eleanor and Ruetta were inseparable for three and a half years. 
When they were in 3rd grade, Eleanor’s family moved away. My mom was heartbroken. She carried the grief of that loss for years. 
Eight months after my mother married my father, in the summer of 1947, two months before my sister Tami was born, he took her to a boxing match. Dad greeted Bernie Lubin, another middle-aged Jew with a much younger, very pregnant wife. Eleanor Lubin took one look at my mom and screamed, “Ruetta!!” For the next 56 years the girls were inseparable. 
Eleanor had three boys—Bobby, Marty, and Stanley—and then a girl, Shelley. My mom had three girls—Tami, Penny, and Rikki—and then a boy, Mike. Eight kids in six years. Eleanor’s first born, Bobby, was the oldest; my brother, Mike, the youngest. Our families lived three blocks apart. Because our mothers were always together, the eight of us grew up almost as siblings.
It was L.A. in the 60s... drugs, sex, and rock and roll, Baby.  
Eleanor’s 2nd, Marty, was devastatingly handsome. All the girls had a crush on him. Marty committed suicide by drug overdose before the decade was out.
A year later, while we were all still reeling from that loss, Eleanor’s youngest, her daughter Shelley—my sister Rikki’s best friend—came home stoned one night, went to sleep, and stayed there in a coma for three months. When she woke up she had the mind of an infant. She couldn’t speak or be toilet trained. Eleanor took care of her in the family house for the rest of her life. 
Eleanor’s much older husband, Bernie, died of a heart attack at the age of 63, leaving Eleanor to cope with Shelley. She had help. Bobby—by now a millionaire clothing manufacturer—and Stanley were there every single day. Stanley never did find work, but his mother and brother supported him in style. Stanley had a heart of gold; he was cheerful and funny. Wherever he was, there was sunlight. 
Stanley died of a heart attack in his sleep at the age of 53. Now it was just Eleanor and Bobby. And Shelley in the next room. A few years later, in late December of 2002, Bobby was murdered in his palatial Hollywood Hills home. They never found the killers.
Eleanor hung on another year, her stage-4 cancer feasting away at her while she struggled to survive, unwilling to surrender because her death would mean Shelley would finally be “put away.” But, ultimately, the cancer won. 
We buried them one at a time. My mother and father and all four of us siblings and my parents’ seven grandchildren, our little tribe buried Eleanor next to Bernie and Marty and Stanley and Bobby. No children or grandchildren will ever recite the Kaddish for them. The end of that family. Just—gone. 
The famous Jewish guilt is survivor guilt. 
All eight of us kids came up in the same Los Angeles. We went to the same schools, we took the same drugs and crashed our cars and hitchhiked and courted the same dangers. Now well into our 70s, my siblings and I remain in robust health and vigor. My parents’ seven grandchildren are all healthy and successful. There are five great-grandchildren. Every July, the tribe gathers to recite the Kaddish for my parents on the anniversary of their deaths. 
Three thousand years ago there were perhaps three million Jews in the world. Today there are 14 million Jews in the whole world. That any of us, at all, have survived is a miracle. Jewish guilt is survivor guilt. And we who survive—we atone. Our penance is memory. We live on to tell the tales, to remember, all of it, everything, every year. 
They tried to kill us. We survived. Let’s eat. 
For those of my race who have forgotten, I remember the four Maccabee brothers. I remember the slaughtered in Babylon, in Egypt. Slaughtered by Greeks, by Romans. I remember my ancestors tortured in Spain. The pogroms, Vilna, the Camps. October 7, 2023. Last month’s murder of hostages. The stabbings last week, and yesterday. Mom, Dad, Eleanor and Bernie—I recite the Kaddish for you all.  


Penny Orloff was a working actor and dancer in Los Angeles when a Juilliard scholarship took her to New York. She sang more than 20 Principal Soprano roles for New York City Opera, and she played featured roles on Broadway under directors Harold Prince and Joseph Papp. Theater, concert, and opera engagements took her all over the US, Europe, and the former Soviet Union. Her solo show, “JEWISH THIGHS ON BROADWAY" –based on her novel of the same name—toured the US for a decade, including a successful run off-Broadway in 2005. Her current show, “SONGS AND STORIES FROM A NOT-QUITE-KOSHER LIFE,” is on hold until the theaters open again.


She is the author of "Art as Lifework, Life as Artwork," a creativity seminar and workbook offered nation-wide since 1991; and is still procrastinating on her new book, "Who Would You Be If You Had Nothing to Bitch About?" A Tarot reader for over 50 years, Penny has used the cards in her counseling practice for decades.

She is a regular contributor of stories to the Chicken Soup for the Soul series and has worked for a dozen years as an arts journalist for various online and print media.

Monday, October 7, 2024

New Release: ANGEL REVENGE - Blue Phantom Book 3 - by Vijaya Schartz

 

An unruly Valkyrie on a possessive flying tiger, a stern angel in love with the rules, and evil pounding at the gate… What could go wrong?

Riddled with guilt at missing Ragnarök, Valka wanders the universe as a bounty hunter. But when hired by angels to recruit warriors for the final battle against evil, she welcomes a chance at redemption.

General Konrad Lagarde, First Mate of the Blue Phantom, strongly disagrees with Valka’s methods despite the results. A stickler for discipline, he considers this intriguing woman dangerous, especially as she could make him forget all the rules.

Evil from another universe has infiltrated a secret society of former dictators hungry for power. Having massacred all the angels in his universe, the evil one wants to do the same here. The angels of this universe face their greatest challenge yet. If they fail to avenge their brethren, they’ll condemn this entire universe to eternal darkness.



Brace for an epic adventure through space, alien planets and space stations, battles between angels and demons, Cyborgs, a ruthless crime lord, an evil sect worshipping a red devil from another universe, and a dictator bent on building an empire. Add to this a determined Valkyrie riding a flying tiger, stealing dying warriors from battlefields and illegal slave markets.

All my Azura novels stand alone, but this is Book 3 and last of the Blue Phantom series, featuring a powerful angel as hero. General Konrad Lagarde, First Mate of the angel ship Blue Phantom, is an Avenging Angel serving the Formless One. He is disciplined to a fault, vegetarian, ascetic, and only knows duty in the service of good… but will he be tempted?

Do not forget Sultan, the formidable genetically engineered flying tiger, telepathic and capable of mind-talk. Although he likes angels in general, he resents Angel Konrad and displays aggressive tendencies towards him.

Here are the two previous novels in this series, although, they all stand alone.

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Also in the same universe, the Byzantium space station series: 

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I hope you enjoy the read. And if you like this kind of story, don’t miss the other epic space novels set in the Azura universe, with human, alien, and angel characters… as well as telepathic cats.  

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Happy Reading!


Vijaya Schartz, award-winning author
Strong Heroines, Brave Heroes, cats


Monday, September 30, 2024

New Release: Ember of War - by Daniel Dickinson

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Three heroic tales from the Kingdom of Xonthian.

Ember of War

Life was complicated, but Korrith had the love of his life by his side. Together, they thought they would be safe from the growing hatred that Mages faced on a daily basis. When Korrith takes a supposedly easy job with his friend Edrin, it turns out to be far more insidious than they had imagined. Now, they are thrust into a fight for their lives as tensions between Clerics, Mages, and Kingdoms flare. Can love survive? Or will they become pawns in a much larger scheme?

Voyage of Tears

With the Mages now struggling to survive, the kingdom of Xonthian has taken a stand. Cain, a soldier in the Swords of Justice, is tasked with exiling them to the Fire Isles, a harsh, unforgiving chain of land. What should be a simple voyage turns into discovery, tolerance, and purpose. But will Cain and his crew make it back home? Or is something waiting for them in the waters?

Battle of Smoke and Fire

Driven by the thrill of life, Roaric teams up with a motley crew of rebels intent on saving Mages from being exiles to the Fire Isle. Their goal is simple, to cause as much terror against the Clerics of Gate'har and rescue as many mages as they can. Can they save themselves and the prisoners, or will they be caught and executed?



Daniel Dickinsons’ writing first appeared in an annual publication with his short story “Escape from Ogre Island.” He has self-published two other stories “Gathering Tide” and the newly released "Aggression Factor." He is a frequent contributor to the Arizona Author Association's quarterly newsletter.

At the age of ten, he began creating a realistic realm, Xonthian, in which his characters come to life, allowing the reader to become a part of that diverse world. Xonthian continues to evolve. The heroes Tiger and Bree, begin their sagas alone until circumstances bring them together. Future projects include a weird wild west tale, set in the world of Xonthian, and a novel featuring the titular heroes Tiger and Bree.

Daniel is a proud father with a beautiful wife. He enjoys traveling and photography, as well as food and art. One of his many hobbies is taking his daughter and grandkids camping at least twice a year.

Monday, September 23, 2024

New Release: The Sky People and Our Ancestors - by Dan Baldwin and George Sewell

 

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In their paranormal research, Dan Baldwin and George Sewell often encountered reports of ancient people’s interactions with “Sky People” or sometimes “Star People.” That ancient history is a worldwide phenomenon and in investigations for Sky People and Our Ancestors, they engaged with spirits and highly-evolved entities who had contact with “people from the sky.”

During investigations for their book Paranormal Pendulum III - The Abduction of Lindsey Higgins, the UFO Phenomenon, the Spirit World and Beyond, Baldwin and Sewell became intrigued with Sky People encounters of the past. Through psychic means, they met a medicine man practicing in a village now known as Poverty Point (World Heritage site in Northeast Louisiana). Four thousand years ago, this holy man was a go-between for the villagers and the Sky People. That encounter was a call to action. Baldwin and Sewell sketched an approach to investigate the subject in-depth by conducting intensive pendulum dowsing sessions, which included mediums, to learn about ancient contact with the Sky People.

In-person research included sessions in various sites in Louisiana, Mississippi, New Mexico, Arizona and Utah. Their research reinforced the work of previous investigators published in the UFO field and also revealed startling and certainly soon-to-be controversial information – information presented to the reader as-is without content editing to fit current thinking and prejudices. The Sky People and Our Ancestors is an eye-opening, mind-expanding and thought-provoking work.

Monday, September 16, 2024

Enter the Azura Universe, with warrior women, brave heroes, and cats – by Vijaya Schartz

 

Coming October 1, 2024

The last novel of the nine I set in the science fiction fantasy universe of Azura, is ANGEL REVENGE, Book 3 of the Blue Phantom series, coming out this October. An unruly Valkyrie on a flying tiger, a strict angel in love with the rules, and evil knocking at the gate… what could go wrong?

BLUE PHANTOM SERIES 

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This universe I created a few years ago includes three series of three novels each: AZURA CHRONICLES set on an angel planet (with Angel Mine, Angel Fierce, and Angel Brave), BYZANTIUM set on a space station, with Black Dragon, Akira’s Choice, and Malaika’s Secret – and BLUE PHANTOM set on an angel ship roaming the universe, with Angel Ship, Angel Guardian, and Angel Revenge coming in October.

All the novels of the Azura universe can be read as a standalone, but they are all set in the same galactic world, with a few recurring characters. In them, you will find strong heroines and brave heroes, angels and demons, despicable villains, and sometimes the devil in person. They will have to fight not only evil, but their own demons, overcome their weaknesses, trust in others, make friends and enemies… and sometimes they find love in the least expected places.

AZURA CHRONICLES SERIES

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And always among the secondary characters, a telepathic cat. Sometimes, it’s a sweet purring furball like Marshmallow in Black Dragon, a predatory saber cat in the jungle, a wise lion protecting a temple, an engineered bulletproof beast with metal claws, or a magnificent flying tiger with a possessive streak, like in Angel Revenge.

The larger the universe, the more it tempts crazy leaders who want to control it. Many will make a pact with dark forces to rule. But the angels are watching. They traipse across the universe to fight the battles of the light against the encroachment of darkness, preserving the balance of good and evil.

BYZANTIUM SPACE STATION SERIES

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Sometimes they encounter unexpected technology, opponents from another universe, flocks of black furry demons, flying like a black cloud through space. They have leathery wings, white fangs, red eyes, short horns, long whipping tails, and grimacing faces, and their drool is a strong acid that can burn through metal.

But always, after trials and adventures, and sometimes ultimate sacrifices, good will triumph and the universe will keep running, as it’s supposed to do, with some evil, some good, and always an opportunity for the living to make their own choices.

You can read all the previous books before the last one comes out in October.

Happy reading. Hope you enjoy these series.

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Vijaya Schartz, award-winning author
Strong Heroines, Brave Heroes, cats

Monday, September 9, 2024

Penny’s Two Cents by Penny Orloff

 


When I was a child, my mother’s family was five generations deep, five generations alive at the same time. Some of those people lived well over a hundred years. They were living history. Their stories and the stories they told of their ancestors’ ancestors were part of a six-thousand-year-old oral tradition.

By the time I was seven, I was consciously collecting stories that had been in the family for generations. I became a reliquary. I would guard and preserve these treasures for the generations to come. And when I grew up, I would be one of those Old Storytellers. 

I soaked up random memories from my grandma’s childhood in Russia, my dad’s memories of his long years at the orphanage, my great-grandmother's tale of her youngest child, my grandma’s little brother Georgie, running off to be a gangster—which I later realized was how my mom and dad eventually met each other.

At the family table, it was understood that nobody under the minimum age of 40 had anything to say of any imaginable interest or importance. Shah, shtil! Shut up and listen—you’ll learn something. Those people had outlived the pogroms, the post-WWI influenza epidemic, the great depression, Hitler. They had survived to tell the tales. So would I.

Early on, I was aware of creating the Old Storyteller character I imagined I could be. I had lots of tribal elders as role models among my mother’s mishpochah: very old musicians who’d played forever (I still have the violin that belonged to my grandfather’s grandfather). Very old singers of songs from a hundred years past (I still have Russian and Yiddish songs that belonged to my grandmother’s Grandma Masha).

They had their way of doing Old Age. And some day, I would do that. I would be that.

Time has chipped away at the sharp corners, sanded down the jagged edges, smoothed out the rough and rocky terrain that was a younger Penny. I am “colorful” and “eccentric” now, instead of weird. I realize I haven’t been in a fistfight in over 20 years. PS: I always fought above my weight class. You don’t wanna mess with me…

Cinderella has become the Fairy Godmother. Sometimes, from here, I look back on a younger me, and I remind her who she’ll be when the scars are healed, when the back-against-the-wall fight to the death has ended in survival, when the foolish, forever life-altering choice has given the inevitable result.

More than any successes—and there have been great successes—I realize that, during every meaningful challenge, from time to time this Me I have become used to appear to the girl who was becoming, and said, “Hey, Pen, look who you get to be!”

I didn’t know all the strange details of the journey to that future Me, but I must say I’m about where I expected to be. This is Autumn. This is the Harvest. The wounds are healed. I like my scars. My heart has been broken. And broken again. And will break, again.

One of the great gifts of Age is permission to tell the truth. Another is independence from the good opinion of other people. At 75, although certainly mellower I still feel like the snarky little me I have been, all along. But, sometimes, when I catch an unexpected glimpse of myself in a mirror across the room, I’m astonished to see this old gal, this Old Storyteller I always imagined I would be.


If you’re going to tell people the truth, be funny or they’ll kill you.—Billy Wilder 

Monday, September 2, 2024

NEW RELEASE: Your Forgotten Sons - by Anne Montgomery

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Bud Richardville is inducted into the Army as the United States prepares to enter World War II in 1943.

A chance comment has Bud assigned to the Graves Registration Service, where his unit is tasked with locating, identifying, and burying the dead. Bud ships out, leaving behind his new wife, Lorraine: a mysterious woman who has stolen his heart but whose shadowy past leaves many unanswered questions.

When Bud and his men hit the beach at Normandy, they are immediately thrust into the horrors of what working in a graves unit entails. Bud is beaten down by the gruesome demands of his job and losses in his personal life, but then he meets Eva, an optimistic soul who despite the war can see a positive future. Will Eva's love be enough to save him? 

Thursday, August 29, 2024

New Release: I'm looking for people who can't write good - by Dan Baldwin

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Topics include: Writing Into The Dark, Beginnings-Muddles-Endings, Indie vs. Traditional Publishing, Ghostwriting, Copyright and Contracts, Handling Isms, the Myths of Rewriting, Character Development, Marketing and Promotion, Dialog, Narrative, Your Gut Knows More Than Your Brain, The Best Job in the World, Mistakes I Made Told So You Don’t Have to Make Them—over 125 tips, hints, and warnings. The Santiago Mysteries author Ron Wick says, “Authors, future authors, and wannabe authors: Dan Baldwin's I’m Looking for People Who Can’t Write Good is an on-target treatment for the details of good writing. His style is like having a chat with a colleague about the craft. His pearls of wisdom come in depth, have great examples and a touch of humor. Read and learn.”

"Dan Baldwin, in his understated brilliance, has caught the essence of what it means to be a writer and how to go about doing it even if you’ve never written more than a few sentences in a letter to a friend. There are so many anecdotes and stories from his extensive experience that you will find yourself laughing and taking notes at the same time.

"Throughout the sections he delves into all the various areas needed to be a successful writer. You will not lack for information when you read Dan’s book. You absolutely don’t want to miss this, get your copy now and START WRITING!" -
~ Mary Ann Carmen, Paranormal Mystery Author


Dan Baldwin is a ghostwriter with more than 50 business books to his credit. He is also a novelist who has six published Westerns, three mysteries, a political/crime-thriller, and two short story collections, and four non-fiction works on the paranormal. Awards for his novels include:

Finalist - National Indie Excellence Award for Caldera III-A Man of Blood and Trapp Canyon.

Finalist - New Mexico-Arizona Book Awards for Sparky and the King and Bock's Canyon

Winner - New Mexico-Arizona Book Awards for They Are Not Yet Lots - a non-fiction work about psychic detecting.

The paranormal investigative book (with Dwight and Rhonda Hull) Speaking with the Spirits of the Old Southwest -Conversations with Miners, Outlaws, and Pioneers Who Still Roam Ghost Towns will be published by Lewellyn Worldwide in May, 2018

He is an avid hiker, especially in Arizona's Superstition Mountains and the Mogollon Rim country. He "plays at" the Native American flute and the kalimba. Check out Dan's work on his fiction web page www.fourknightspress.com and his non-fiction site www.danbaldwin.com.





Monday, August 26, 2024

Louis Braille By Wayne Winterton, PhD

 

WHILE PLAYING IN HIS FATHER’S LEATHER SHOP, three-year-old Louis Braille tried to push an awl into a piece of leather, as he had seen his father effortlessly do many times. With his face much too close to the action, the awl slipped and, in a blinding second, the point of the tool penetrated deep into one of his eyes.

His parents rushed him to the local doctor. But in 1812, there was little hope and even less knowledge about antibiotics. The perforated eye was lost, and an uncontrollable infection ate away at the remaining eye shortly afterward. 

Louis, intelligent and creative, was blind by his fifth birthday. However, he coped with his blindness well, first with help from his three older siblings and later with the use of walking canes made by his father. He attended school with sighted children until the age of ten, when he was invited to enroll in one of the world's first schools for blind children, the Royal Institute for Blind Youth.

Linguist Valentin Haüy had established the Institute in 1785 as a trade school in which blind students learned to weave and to make their own school uniforms. They made and sold items to the public, including fishing nets, chair cushions, and buggy whips. They even learned to play musical instruments and were in demand for public performances. But for Louis, the skill he treasured most was reading.

Reading was taught through a system devised by Haüy in which large books, some so heavy they couldn’t be lifted, could be read by tracing the shapes of the letters of the alphabet with the fingers. Each letter had to be felt and interpreted, the letters and words stored in the reader’s memory until the sentence was clear. Unfortunately, the first words of a sentence were often lost before the last words could be interpreted, making the system slow and inefficient.

At the time of Louis’s enrollment in 1819, the school library contained fourteen books. As slow as the reading was, Louis quickly read every book and asked, “Where are the other books that blind persons can read?” 

From young Louis’s point of view, the more significant problem was that there was no way for a blind person to hand produce Haüy’s embossed characters. At 12, Louis wanted not only to read but to write as well, and he knew it had to be possible. The beginnings of that possibility were already under development by a military officer, Charles Barbier, at the French Royal Military Academy in Paris, following the annihilation of an army post when a French soldier had exposed his squad’s position by lighting a lamp to read a military dispatch. 

Captain Barbier called his experimental writing Ecriture Nocturne (Night Writing), using a system loosely based on Samuel Morse’s Morse Code, in which up to eight dots and dashes were used to represent characters of the French alphabet. Barbier’s writing used an embossing tool to form the Morse Code’s dots and dashes on a moistened sheet of heavy paper.

Louis Braille 


 In 1823, Louis Braille and other top students demonstrated Haüy’s system at a French Museum of Science and Industry event. Captain Barbier was there to demonstrate his Night Writing to the participants. When Barbier gave Louis a copy of his system, the boy knew he had found the foundation for a language of his own. Within a year he had reduced the dots-per-character from twelve to six and begun to write on heavy paper with a pointed, awl-like stylus—not unlike the one that had blinded him as a child. It would take 100 years before the world would adopt his system. But eventually, Braille became the preferred method for written communication for the blind.

Louis Braille never left the National Institute for Blind Youth. Instead, he became one of the school’s most dedicated teachers. One week before he died in 1852, he dictated his Last Will and Testament, giving his wealth to his family and his clothing and a few personal items to his students. The will included a peculiar request: that a certain wooden box in his room be “burned to ashes” without being opened. After his funeral, when it came time to burn the box curiosity got the best of his family. Opening it, they found hundreds of promissory notes in Braille from students who had borrowed money from their generous teacher over the years.


Wayne Winterton, PhD


Wayne Winterton began his career in 1963 as a public school teacher, and later as the principal of two schools on the Navajo Reservation (Lake Valley, and Dzilth-na-o-dith-hle). He was also the Superintendent of the Albuquerque Indian High School, the Superintendent of Schools for the Northern Pueblos Agency (northern New Mexico), and during 1978-79, he served as the interim President of the Institute of American Indian Arts, a junior college in Santa Fe. In 1986, he joined the staff of the Bureau of Land Management’s National Training Center in Phoenix as the Division Chief for Administrative and Media Services, and later, as Center Director before his retirement in 2004 with 41 years of public service.

Tuesday, August 13, 2024

Polishing the novel, my favorite part of the writing process - by Vijaya Schartz


 

After lots of research, after sweating the plot, the character motivations and conflicts, the surprises and roadblocks along the way, the setting, the technology, and all the details that come into creating a good story, my favorite part of writing is what some writers hate: the “rewriting.” I prefer to call it “Polishing.” It’s an opportunity to take a story and make it better.


I like to watch the credits at the end of movies to see how many screenwriters were involved. The more writers, the better the script, the better the lines, the better the character development, the better the story. These are my favorite stories. Even in a movie, I like good writing.

Now that I went through several rewrites for each chapter, got feedback from my critique partner, there is still much work to do.

I spent several months with my free-thinking tiger-riding Valkyrie and the strong disciplined angel who oversees her, I know them well. I have discovered things about them I would never have suspected when I started writing the novel. I have found deep emotional connections in their past, and I have come to love and understand them. They are my children and I want them to do well, grow, and find their happiness.

But this can only happen after I make them suffer, sacrifice, and deserve their final reward. Although I do not enjoy the suffering, it is a necessary phase of their evolution.

This stage of writing is the reward for me. No more stress about deadlines, or whether or not the story will come together at the end. I can finally relax into the polishing, adding texture, flavor, color, emotion, and a deeper meaning to each scene, each paragraph, each character. I can go back to the beginning and implement the quirks they developed while I was writing.

I will also add a few scenes, flashbacks, dreams, to bring more layers to the story.

Some early secondary characters have become more important as the story developed, and now deserve a name and a little more time in the spotlight. The villains also deserve a chance to explain themselves. No one is totally good or totally evil. We are all shades of gray… even the red devil from another universe threatening to take over our galaxy.

ANGEL REVENGE, Book 3 of the Blue Phantom series, will be released in October 2024. “An unruly Valkyrie on a flying tiger, a stern angel in love with the rules, and evil knocking at the gate… what could go wrong?”

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In the meantime, catch up with the first two novels in the Blue Phantom series: ANGEL SHIP and ANGEL GUARDIAN: There is a phantom ship that glows like a beacon in black space, appears and vanishes, and never registers on scanners. Rumors say it will save the righteous, the oppressed, and the downtrodden… and slay the unworthy without mercy. The space pirates fear it. Their victims pray for it... but its help comes at a price... 

Happy Reading.


Vijaya Schartz, award-winning author
Strong Heroines, Brave Heroes, cats

Monday, August 5, 2024

New Release: Nostalgia - Stars of Yesteryear - by Jack Hawn

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 How can I not publicly compliment the designers of that front cover, folks? That should attract some attention, especially with Frank Sinatra, and Muhammad Ali flexing his muscles, the Andrews Sisters, Big-Band leader Les Brown, and the framed photo of Dinah Shore and me above my computer. This unique book is a reprint of interviews and articles about famous stars of yesteryear I wrote about for the Los Angeles Times, from which I retired more than thirty-five years ago. All or nearly all are deceased now, which might explain why a 94-year-old would undertake such a project. 

Now in the twilight of my writing career, I decided that a third book following Blind Journey: A Journalist's Memoirs and its sequel, Insomnia: Two Wives, Childhood Memories and Crazy Dreams, would simply be too much work. 

Among the fifty-plus articles in my book, Nostalgia: Stars of Yesteryear, is a feature on the McGuire Sisters, one of my best-loved trios. 

Titled “An Unforgotten Affair—Las Vegas, 1985” the story details my meeting with the ageless trio in their Hilton Hotel room.

I met the McGuire sisters—the "Sugartime” sweethearts—when they returned to the spotlight, appearing at the Las Vegas Hilton after a 17-year hiatus. For Christine, Phyllis, and Dorothy, it was as if time had stood still. Sleek, sexy, and glittering as always, they still harmonized like angels, chattered like giggly teenagers, and drew packed houses wherever they performed. 

When I stepped off the elevator on the 29th floor of the Hilton en-route to interview them, I was escorted to their suite by a gun-packing bodyguard. The sisters were extremely security-conscious then, courtesy of an erstwhile link with the underworld—Phyllis' legendary love affair with Mafia boss Sam Giancana. 

 Phyllis wasn't opposed to providing details of how she had met him and been almost immediately hooked by his charm. It had been an exciting relationship, but she didn't dwell on it. She had loved him. Period. 

 For her sisters Christine and Dorothy to remain silent while the leader of the trio dominated the interview was impossible. After seventeen years of virtual silence following Giancana’s murder in 1975, all three had a lot to update— sometimes all speaking at once. 

 Besides being one of my favorite trios, those beautiful, bubbly, non-stop talking young women were one of my favorite interviews recorded in this book.

Thursday, August 1, 2024

My Name Ain’t Nobody by Dan Baldwin

 

I recently heard a new-ish writer complain that “nobody knows me, so I’ll never make it as a published writer.” That last bit about making it may be true. Success depends on many factors, but being a nobody isn’t one of them—unless the writer decides to make it so. At one time nobody had ever heard of Mark Twain, Hemmingway, Harper Lee, Jack Kerouac, Isaac Asimov, or Stephen King. As writers each of us starts from the same starting line of public awareness. Such awareness requires that the writer accomplish five basic tasks.

#1: Write a good story. That’s easy in the sense that writing is a joy; it’s the easiest job in the world. Writing does require discipline. To enjoy, and I mean to really enjoy the fun of writing, you have to have a daily schedule and you have to stick to it. Writing well develops over time, and the skill improves with age. The more you write, the better writer you become.

#2: Share the wealth. The worst judge of a writer’s work is the writer. The success of the work depends on the readers, on the market. It’s important for the writer to forget any qualms about being good or successful or recognized. Publish! Put the work on the market, forget about it, and move on to the next story.

#3: Become your own force multiplier. A force multiplier is something that increases the power of a single person, unit, or army. A writer’s force multiplier is his ability to produce more work. One-hit-wonders occur, but that’s no way to earn a living, support a lifestyle, or become known as a successful writer. Once readers find your story—and some will— they will want more. It’s the writer’s job to make sure that their readers’ desire for more is fulfilled. If they can’t find more, they move on to someone who is more disciplined and who produces sequels, prequels, and a continual stream of new works.

#4: Play the long game. Publishing today is easier, faster, and more profitable for the author than at any time in history, but the writer seeking fame and a fast buck will be disappointed. I can write a novel and have it published around the world within 30-45 days of handing the manuscript over to my designer/formatter. But my thinking is never focused on weeks or months. I think in terms of years—and I mean five-years-down-the-road thinking.

#5: Call your own shots. As noted, you must write to a schedule. Study writing, publishing, marketing, and something completely removed from writing (to keep your mind stimulated). Learn the ins and outs of publishing. The publishing world is still in turmoil over the Indie publishing revolution. As hustler Tony Curtis said in Operation Petticoat, “In confusion, there is profit.” Thanks to this confusion, writers have more options than ever. Use them to your advantage. Learn all you can about contracts and copyrights, covers and formatting, promotion and marketing. It takes time, and it’s all part of playing the long game.

Remember, each of us bolts from the same anonymity at the literary starting line. How far you go after the starter’s gun depends solely on you.

The author of westerns, mysteries, thrillers, short story collections and books on the paranormal, Dan Baldwin has won numerous local, regional, and national awards for writing and directing film and video projects. He earned an Honorable Mention from the Society of Southwestern Authors competition for his short story Flat Busted and was a finalist in the National Indie Excellence Awards for Trapp Canyon and Caldera III— A Man of Blood. A finalist in the New Mexico-Arizona Book Awards for Sparky and the King, Baldwin won the 2017 Book Awards for Bock’s Canyon. His paranormal works are The Practical Pendulum—A Swinging Guide, Find Me as told to Dan Baldwin, They Are Not Yet Lost and How Find Me Lost Me—A Betrayal of Trust Told by the Psychic Who Didn’t See It Coming. They Are Not Yet Lost and How Find Me Lost Me both won the New Mexico-Arizona Book Competition. More at www.fourknightspress.com and www.danbaldwin.com 

I am not concerned that I am not known. I seek to be worthy to be known. —Confucius 








Monday, July 22, 2024

Building a Galaxy - Part III - by Daniel Dickinson

 



PART 3: Dickinson’s Domains

Having compared two approaches to building a fictional multi-verse or microcosm, we can see strengths and weaknesses between them. Tolkien was focused, drawn down, and stylish, with painstaking attention to details of individual objects as his characters discovered them in a scene. Gaimen allows the alternate worlds and their accompanying distortions of time not only to become integral parts of the story but, sometimes, to dictate the narrative. When I began writing the world my characters would one day inhabit, I made the conscious effort to create a domain that could live and breathe without the interference of my characters.

I set off on my journey into that world when I was twelve years old, typing away on the family computer. The atmosphere generated in the monochrome, Lotus 1-2-3 lighting began to fill with character descriptions—their likes and dislikes materialized next to height, weight, and weapon of choice. I wrote their names for the first time, solidifying them in a reality all their own. A cosmos born from a single spark of my young imagination flowered into a galaxy-spanning universe full of diverse life, waiting to be discovered. My willingness to write down every detail gave me freedom to explore the crevices of the universe I had germinated and gave me license to move about unhindered by research of histories, religions, governments, and cultures.

With each new layer I was compelled to ask a greater scope of questions. How had this world come into being? Who or what did the denizens worship, where had their gods come from, how did time work? Did it matter if I answered those questions? Absolutely not! Should it matter to you? Your call.

There is no wrong way to accomplish world-building. For example, in my alternate world are gods and goddesses, as well as eldritch gods—gods beyond the perception of time and space. Here is an illustration from Chapter 52 of my upcoming novel, The Apostate Jester:

“Her mind focused on the missing piece of her soul that was dedicated to the goddess; and, with stark realization she knew that above all else, this was the one thing she needed. She was taught in the seminary that there were gods of good, pure light—kind, giving. And there were gods of darkness—vile, corrupt. But to have them come together in truce while facing something foreign, like a malignant tumor in the void of some distant, forgotten space, was something new. It was hard for her to comprehend. It made her question the balance of everything, her faith in the divine order of things, good versus evil, right versus wrong.” 

At the beginning of this series, I offered the likeliest issue most fiction writers grapple with: “Where do I start?” If size seems daunting, start small: As Tolkien did, focus in on the characters and unfold the world around them as they, themselves, discover it for the first time. Or go Gaimen-wild: Build a galaxy of information inhabited by dozens of worlds, each waiting to be written about. Or begin with your own experience, expand on it, use the knowledge you gain every day to build a fictional realm within the tangible world you live in.

But start with a question. Any question. You can focus on a grain of sand: What color is it? Is it coarse or smooth? Does it belong on a beach somewhere or a desert? Does that beach have rocks? Are there cliffs nearby? Then ask the next question: Is this where your character starts his journey, or might it be the beginning of a world that suddenly blossoms into something greater? Eventually, you may find yourself in an enigmatic realm like the Space Between:

“It was hard to let his guard down anymore. Leo wondered if he would ever be able to let go, should they finally make it out of this situation. Everything he had ever known about the world seemed somehow insignificant while they traversed the Space Between. Every shadow held dangers; and since entering the monstrous tower, he felt even more on edge—as if millions of eyes were watching them” (Chapter 52 - The Apostate Jester).

There were no epiphanies during the process; however, I experienced an overwhelming sense of accomplishment as I added layer upon layer into the world I began to craft. I felt eager to jump in and cultivate that domain. Land masses shifted to make room for more islands and continents. Peoples, monsters, magics, gods, bloomed into entire gardens of lore and resources I could pull from.

Of course there were setbacks: hard drives fail, files become corrupted, whole sections are lost. But each time, I found it easier and easier to replace the missing portions because the world had already come alive—it could even mend itself whenever my meddling grew too destructive.

The process was not effortless. There were times when I had to step away to contemplate a particular need for a section of lore. And sometimes I forgot the brilliant idea by the time I sat down to type it out. Don’t let the frustrations of the process overwhelm you. Every step forward is an accomplishment. 

As a rule, I would never suggest taking notes—it interrupts the creative flow. But it can be very useful during world building. Keep a small note pad with you and jot down ideas as they come to you, to be fleshed out later. Create a wiki page, or a compendium of your world. 

 Making manifestly untrue things believable and deep is a process that involves burrowing into your imagination. Be aware of your daydreams and use them to develop and expand the invented world you’re building. By expanding or contracting the boundaries of the cosmos your characters inhabit, you can choose the right size for yourself and your narrative. Let mistakes happen. Don’t be afraid to tear a world down and start over, keeping what you like. Imagination has no limits. Ask your own questions, expand on those I’ve provided. And in a galaxy that has no constant, realize that time is relative, there is no end. 

Relax and enjoy the journey. 

WORLD ARCHITECTS
Building Fantasy Worlds Workshop
Presented by Daniel Dickinson Zoom Workshop
Saturday, August 17, 2024 10:00 AM MST
Contact arizonaauthorsassociation@gmail.com to Register 

Take a captivating journey of creativity and imagination in the Arizona Author’s Association Workshop on world-building, designed for writers, storytellers, and enthusiasts eager to craft rich and detailed fictional worlds. Throughout the workshop, participants will delve into the fundamental elements of world-building, exploring intricate aspects such as geography, cultures, history, politics, and magic systems. 

Engaging discussions and hands-on exercises will guide attendees in shaping unique and believable realms, fostering a deep understanding of the interconnected elements that breathe life into a fictional universe. Join us and unlock the building blocks to creating immersive and unforgettable fictional spaces.

Beginning at the age of ten, Arizona native Daniel Dickinson has spent a lifetime inventing realistic realms for his fictional characters. His fantasy world, Xonthian—created during his teen years—is an entire domain that allows his characters’ journeys to unfold in a diverse setting. He enjoys giving educational presentations about world-building and fantasy genres, in general. Daniel’s published works include the short story, Escape from Ogre Island; a two-story horror book, Don’t Close Your Eyes: Two Thrilling Tales of Terror; Aggression Factor; and Gathering Tide. Upcoming: The Apostate Jester. https://www.tigerforce.net/ https://www.amazon.com/author/ddickinson W

rite to Daniel at: danield@tigerforce.net