Finding the Right Fit

I am often asked where I find background for my stories. Life is my one-word answer.

Take a look around you. Everyone has a story to tell. That answer doesn’t resonate? How about if you take a stroll down to your local courthouse and sit in on a case of two? Think of all the stories that reverberate through the hallowed halls- Elder Abuse, forgery, theft, identity theft and assault and battery to name just a few cases you are likely to hear.

Now build that character. He or she should be believable. What if you have someone in a position of power and they abuse it? Say, for instance, a social worker who takes children out of homes but abuses an elderly parent? Hmm. Or, consider having a computer savvy person hack another’s identity then use it to send abusive e-mails, try to get credit cards or even a reverse mortgage in the victim’s name. Do you get the idea? Think outside of your clean, Christian box. Life can be dangerous when Satan is allowed to roam like a roaring lion, seeking to devour all in his path.

Think dark then bring in the cavalry. Do your research. For Elder Abuse, who would the protagonist contact? DSS? The local Sheriff’s office? What about cyber-theft? FBI, local police, FTC. The list goes on. Don’t forget to bring the tumultuous legal system into play. And yes, there is no such thing as a speedy trial unless you are a high-profile individual. Perhaps that is where your imagination will take you. Someone who works for a government agency? Or do you keep the job simple- such as a teacher, a preacher or even a house painter and let the trial drag on giving the victim a chance to bring additional charges? Either way would do. You have to go into a story with an idea that it is either for print only or could be turned into a film or TV series. Possibilities are boundless.

Keep the story believable but keep it a page-turner. Characters should be those that others identify with- know of someone like the antagonist/protagonist or read a story in the paper similar to the one you have written.

One final thought. Change the names of your characters to protect the guilty and the innocent. There are enough frivolous law suites clogging our court systems. Don’t add to the backlog!

What do I know about the dark side of life, you might ask this AnnaBaptist? Let me just say that people who are near and dear to me have been going through some terrible times. But, like your story, justice will prevail, if not in this life, then by the Great Judge Himself.

See you in print or on the screen.

Letters to Martha

Every family is a unique unit with a tapestry of stories woven together to form a collage of color, from black (grief and death) to marriage and hope (white) to joy (green and blue) with all of  the rainbow shades in between.

In Letters to Martha, a family is challenged when the patriarch is diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. For over fifty years of marriage, Bob wrote letters to his Martha, his first and only love. When shadows begin to creep into the sunshine of his memories, he asks Martha to read him a story, a lifeline from the past. As darkness falls, he forgets people, faces, places but he holds tight to the name Martha, even when the memory of her face fades from view.

As he tells her, no matter how deep the shadows, if she reads a story, he will always find his way back to her. For, he says, he will love her forever and beyond.

Watch for Letters to Martha to debut in the next six weeks.

Coming Attractions…

This is to let my friends, old, new and yet to be, know that I will have two books coming out in the next few months.

Look for Journey of the Heart in Amazon on Kindle next month.

Look for Letters to Martha in your local bookstore, on-line, or by e-book by this fall.

I will post excerpts just prior to the unveiling.

100 Years of Flying High

This year the Air Force is commemorating 100 years of flying in the service of our country. If you manage to catch one of their commercials, pay attention: several photos are devoted to women aviatrixes from Amelia Earheart to the WASP!

Also, this Memorial Day let us stop and give a special prayer of thanks for all of those who have served and those who are now serving in the Armed Forces. Without their dedication to honor, duty and country we would be in a sadder state of affairs.

Remember: freedom isn’t free. Honor those who have given their blood, their dreams and even their lives that we might remain the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Essayon!

It’s About Time!

Just recently the US mint struck a commemorative coin in honor of the WASP. I have included a link to the mint. Go there then look for the catagory ‘medals’. Click on it then scroll down until you find ‘military’ Click on this site and it will take you to the page with the WASP coin.

I just bought one. Here’s hoping many more will be sold!

What took our hardheaded government so long to acknowledge the vital work these women did for a pretty near ungrateful nation? Ladies, for your integrity and valor, this Army brat salutes you.

The Last Line

In July all WASP received a letter from Jackie informing them the WASP were to be disbanded on December 20th, 1944. No explanations were given. The women knew all too well Jackie’s own vaulting ambitions had thwarted their program. Her letter was followed a few days later with one from General Arnold in which he congratulated the women for a job well done.
Although Life and Post ran lengthy articles about the WASP complete with pictures, Americans were looking toward the end of the war. They wanted their men home.
On December 16th the Battle of the Bulge began in France. It lasted until January 25, 1945. It was destined to be the bloodiest battle of the European theater. On December 20 the final class of WASP graduated at Avenger Field in Sweetwater, Texas. As each name was called the woman walked across the stage, received her diploma from General Arnold then Jackie pinned on the silver wings. As each woman left the stage she handed over most of her uniform. The WASP were allowed to keep one skirt or pair of pants, their flight jacket and their wings. Any additional items had to be bought. Nothing came free in the Army Air Corps for the women.
The women left over 16,000 planes on the tarmac waiting to be ferried to ports for the European theater of war. That loss contributed to the high casualties of American lives at the Battle of the Bulge.

Sugar Ain’t Always Sweet

Fifty women were stationed at Camp Davis, NC as tow target pilots. They were smack in the middle of the Dismal Swamp, surrounded by over 50,000 lonely soldiers, aka wolves. Many resented the idea of women pilots and sought to get them to leave.
Mechanics put sugar in the fuel lines of several planes, causing one nose-over and one fiery crash. Jackie Cocharn came down to investigate but because of the hot politics in Washington at the time, she chose not to pursue the issue. Her eyes were on the stars, as a General in the Army Air Corps and she wasn’t going to let something as mundane as a death get in the way of bringing her dream to fruition.
It failed.
The WASP were never militarized and unlike the WAFs, they never held Civil Service status.
Jackie shot for the stars and crashed, bringing many good women down with her.

Patience Of a Lifetime

Recently Senator Olsen wrote a bill and helped push it through honoring the WASP of WWII, the unsung heroes of the skies.
Many of the aviatrix attended a special ceremony in their honor. All were awarded medals for a little-known part of our nation’s history.
To all WASP across America and around the world- this nation is grateful for your service. Thank you for a job well done.
May you always have blue skies and safe flights.

Watch Out Below!

The instructor took the plane over to the young trainee, his jaw locked into a firm line of failure. DeeDee felt her heart sink. She just knew that she was going to wash out.

Suddenly the world turned upside down as the instructor put the plane through an unexpected barrel-roll. Her seatbelt, which had been redlined, broke. DeeDee found herself free-falling through space. Thank goodness she remembered her parachute training and had the presence of mind to jerk her ripcord. The chute opened, jerking her upward before she drifted toward the hot desert below.

Just as she touched down an errant Texas wind grabbed her chute, pulling her over a mile of sand, rocks, tumbleweeds and small prickly cacti. When she finally came to a stop her ego was more bruised than her body.

War and ration books went hand-in-hand during WWII. However, several WASP found out that cowboy books were not rationed. Saving their pennies, they bought stout, beautifully tooled boots with high heels. They were more comfortable than standard brogans and gave their ankles some support. Some claimed they were warmer, as well. Unfortunately, the heels and fabric on the training plane wings did not get along.

The mechanics were puzzled for a bit. Just how did the wings get round holes in them? Oh, not all the wings, just certain ones. They would fix the fabric and the holes would return. Finally one sharp-eyed mechanic noticed the heel of a boot sink through the fabric. From that day on cowboy boots were banned!