Beyond the Beyond

My latest releases: Spectral Evidence and...

 

...the third book of my Navaho Code Talker series, All of Me

 

I don't see any boundaries between any of the art forms.

I think they all inter-relate completely.

~ David Bowie ~

 

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One of my favorite stories that my friend Juilene Osborne-McKnight tells is of a boy whose mother loves him "beyond the beyond." Ah, the musical way the phrase rolls off the tongue of this wonderful Irish-American shanachie! And what a boundary-breaking image it conjures.

It's good to have friends who help you venture "beyond the beyond..."

Creative people participate in many and appreciate all forms of creative expression. I thought of that when I was urged to sing by my grandson's piano teacher. 

Also when my fingers ache for a piece of chalk so I can make a sidewalk creation beside a treasured child.

Speaking of treasured children, has anyone seen my grandson among his troop of monkeys?

I pushed my own creative writing boundaries recently with two future book projects. After saying that my specialty in the long form of the novel, I decided to take on two (count 'em two!) collections of short stories. Me? Who never met a plot that couldn't be expanded to book length??? Well, here I go, with the blessings of my deeply missed co-writer, Jude Pittman. I hope you'll try both The Ghosts of Bell Island and Vermont Gothic, due out in 2027.

  

Another wonderful writer friend, Eileen O'Finlan, recently asked me to do a character voice for promotion of her series focused on an Irish-American immigrant family. Have you read them? Kelegeen was followed by Erin's Children and they are great, well-researched tales powered by unforgettable characters. I have not acted in a long time. But will I take the project on? Of course.

Creativity feeds creativity. What ways do you exercise your creative intelligence, friends? What takes you "beyond the beyond?"

My Amazing Research Trip: Day Three by Susan Calder

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Our third morning in Karlovy Vary, Czech Republic, my husband Will and I explored the south end of the spa zone. Two buildings in this location feature prominently in my novel-in-progress: the Grandhotel Pupp and my fictional Café Goethe. 

Before checking out these buildings, we visited the Kaiser Bad (aka former Imperial Spa or Spa I) and the Karlovy Vary Museum. We learned a lot about the city's history and balneotherapy (the use of mineral-rich waters, mud, or other natural elements for health benefits). 

Kaiser Bad 

Emperor's bath in the Kaiser Bad 

Display in Karlovy Vary Museum 

From the Kaiser Bad, we continued two minutes south and found the perfect model for my fictional riverside café. The restaurant has a patio, where my novel's protagonist Marie shares secrets and plots with her friends and sometimes exchanges ideas with Sigmund Freud. He is "taking the cure" in Karlovy Vary and loves the café's pastries and cakes as much as the serenity it provides for his thinking and writing. The building and patio aren't exactly as I had imagined them, but I like them better than the ones I'd conjured in my first draft. Today, the place is a Michelin restaurant. It's come up in the world since Marie's boyfriend Rado worked there as a waiter. 

Model for my fictional Cafe Goethe

Next we circled back to the Grandhotel Pupp café and sampled their famous cake. 

Then we checked out the hotel's reception area and lobby, where key scenes in my novel-in-progress take place. I had pictured an enormous hotel entrance; instead the lobby is divided into separate areas. In my next draft, I'll keep this structure but dress the rooms in period décor. 

Grandhotel Pupp Reception

Lobby Bar

Lobby entrance

Staircase to hotel rooms 

From Pupp Alley, we rode the cable car to the Diana Lookout, as Marie and Rado do in my story. The funicular opened in 1912, two years before my novel's time frame, and the observation tower opened the year Marie arrived. From the top of the tower, Marie, Rado, Will, and I enjoyed views of the town. 

Will and I climbed down the tower stairs and got lost on the forest trails trying to find Karlovy Vary's iconic Leaping Stag Statue.  In the story, Marie and Rado will similarly lose their way up there, while the novel's villain lurks in the trees. 

At last, we found the Leaping Stag Statue 

In the evening, Will and I returned to the Kaiser Bad for a string quartet concert of music by Czech composer, Antonín Dvořák. 

Afterward, we stopped for drinks at the Grandhotel Pupp lobby bar to soak in more atmosphere for my novel setting. 

Research has its rewards. Cheers!

  

That Feeling and Garter Snakes – Barbara Wackerle Baker

 

 

 

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I got that feeling again. It bubbled up so quietly it totally caught me off guard. Happy-sad vibes. They hit me when I completed a read through of Book 4 from my Summer of Lies series. Happy – I finished. Sad – oh no, what now? I have to send her off. Say goodbye for a while. 

 

The happy feeling put a skip in my step. The sad part made me worry if I did her justice. A mixed bag of emotions. Somewhat like being a teenager and wondering if you’ll have a date for prom. 

I ignore the flare-ups that attempt to filter through the happiness. You know the ones I’m talking about. They come from anxious anticipation about editor’s critiques, potential rewrites, beta readers reviews and the end all—will anyone even buy the damn book if/when it gets published? 

But for now, and because summer in Alberta is too short to worry about stuff I can’t control, I vow to enjoy the heat and sunshine we’re experiencing. 

 

And to prevent me from spiraling down the infamous rabbit hole I will enlighten your day with fun and need-to-know facts about garter snakes in case you have a story percolating that needs a slithery character. 

Don’t you dare groan. 

Snakes in general get a bad rap. And some of them deserve it. But the lovely garter snake does not. People often jump or shriek when they see them. But it's not the snake’s fault. They have no intention of scaring you. They’re shy and prefer to live a quiet life. Which is why they slither away when they sense your presence. 

 

Garter snakes are Calgary’s most polite wildlife. They don’t hiss. They won’t chase you. And they’re polite sunbathers even when they’re shedding their skin. If the skin comes off in one piece, it means they're very healthy.

Fun facts: 

• if picked up, a garter snake will let off a stink and smear you with a greasy fluid from the base of its tail to make itself smell too bad to be eaten…and hopefully make you put them down. The fluid is nearly impossible to wash off and it's their way of saying ‘leave me alone’. Most people don’t need to be told twice.   

• during the winter, hundreds of garters gather into a ball and have a good old fashion cuddle. It’s called brumation – a cold-blooded creature’s version of hibernation. 

 

• their rear-fanged teeth and mild venom helps to subdue frogs and fish. I did not know that. If you piss off a garter by handling it, you might get bit. No, you won’t die. But you might get redness and itching at the sight. And it might teach you to leave them alone.

• they’re fast and also excellent swimmers

• instead of laying eggs, female garter snakes have 15–40 live babies in the middle of summer 

 

•  they eat grasshoppers, crickets, spiders, slugs, snails, earthworms, frogs, toads, tadpoles, mice and small minnows 

Having said all that, maybe none of your stories need snake factoids so here are a few pictures that hopefully put a bit of summer back into your feelings. Have a great August. 

   

   

Baker, Barbara - BWL Publishing Inc. (bookswelove.net)

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Summer of Lies by Barbara Baker — BWL Publishing

What About Me? by Barbara Baker — BWL Publishing

Jillian of Banff XO — BWL Publishing

Kevin Shea’s journey from Canadian radio- by Naguib Kerba

 Kevin Shea’s journey from Canadian radio, the music industry, Hockey Hall of Fame to writing — Naguib Sami Kerba Photography

Jury Duty by J. S. Marlo

 

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I don't know about all of you, but I've seen plenty of movies and television shows with a jury scene, either during a trial or less often during jury selection, though I don't recall seeing someone open an envelope with a letter inside summoning that person for jury duty.

A few of those 'jury duty' letters have found their way in my mailbox over the last thirty years.

Those letters weren't sent by courier or registered mail. They were just normal letters sent through regular mail. On the top left corner, it said it was from the Provincial Justice and Solicitor General - Jury Management.

The letter summons you to report to the court house on a given day at a certain time for jury selection. It also gives you five days to request an exemption.

The first letter was addressed to my oldest child while she was in university in a different province. She was exempted. A few years later, a second letter was delivered, this time it was addressed to my youngest child while he was also in university in a different province. He was also exempted.

Around that same time, I'd gone back to writing murder/mysteries, so it sounded very interesting to be on jury duty, to witness the process behind the scene. I wish I'd been summoned, but I thought the odds of a third letter ever ending in my mailbox were slim to none. 

Fifteen years later, a third letter arrived. This time it was addressed to my husband. I wasn't impressed to see his name on the envelope, and he wasn't impressed to see his name either, but for the opposite reason. He couldn't afford to take time off work to be on jury duty, but that didn't count as a valid excuse. So, he went to the court house, waited and waited as the people summoned were interviewed, secretly hoping that the jury would be selected before his turn came. He was called in, was asked questions by the defence and the prosecution, and eventually rejected.

I would have been disappointed to be rejected. Needless to say, he wasn't.

Well, I thought we'd beaten the odds with three summons within the same household. Was I ever wrong!

Last week, I found a fourth 'jury-duty' letter in my mailbox. Guess who it was addressed to? 😒 Yes, my husband. Again. This time he'll more than likely be exempted, but still...

I think it's the universe telling me that I will never serve on jury duty.

Enjoy the summer. It's still hot in my northern corner of the world.

JS

 

 

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