Ice Cream Social Reminder

ice-cream.jpgReminding everyone about Wildflower Junction’s Ice Cream Social here tomorrow. What’s better than indulging in a sweet confection, socializing, and voting on the sexiest cowboy? Nothing’s better, that’s what. Felicia’s not so old she minds looking at a pretty face and lots of muscles. Shoot, I’m a fair judge of these things! I know handsome when I see it.  And I do love creamy luscious chocolate ice cream. Come by and join the Fillies for a little social occasion. It’s gonna be the place where things are happening. We just have one hard and fast rule – if you drool all over the place you have to clean it up!

New Prize List: 5 Harlequin western romances to one lucky winner; a hardback copy of “Give Me a Texan;” a copy of “Maverick Wild” and a gunslinger beaded bookmark; a copy of “Petticoat Ranch” and a P&P handfan; your choice of a book from Charlene Sands’s backlist and a P&P handfan; and 5 winners will get P&P hand fans with a luscious cowboy on the front.

And there may be more prizes added at the last minute so come and check out these cowboy hunks. Their boots are polished, their muscles are flexed, and the glint in their eye is just for you! Lord have mercy on a poor woman!

ROMANCE GIVES BACK ~ Brenda Novak's Online Auction

Stacey KayneLast week my family watched American Idol Gives Back and I really enjoyed seeing my sons’ reactions to all the wonderful causes benefiting from viewer donations and their excitement at being a part of such a massive relief effort–even if on a really small scale. Collectively small contributions can have massive effects. The entertainment industry has had success with raising awareness and funding with collective projects such as Band Aid and We Are the World. In the same spirit, Romance Writers’ of America hosts their annual “Readers For Life” charity Book Signing. This July Publishers and authors will donate thousands of books to be sold at the signing, 450 authors in one room, the proceeds going toward the promotion of literacy.   

May 1st will kick off another very special event – Brenda Novak’s 4th Annual Online Auction to benefit Juvenile Diabetes. Unlike the other events mentioned, which are put on by large corporations, this is an amazing event started and powerhoused by one amazing woman. Brenda Novak is a Brenda Novakbestselling author and a mom directly effected by juvenile diabetes–and determined to help find a cure. In 2002 I attended my first RWA National Conference and had the pleasure to sit beside Brenda on my flight home. I was a new member to Sacramento Valley Rose RWA where I had met Brenda and knew her to be one of the nicest and most encouraging published authors you could hope to meet. On the flight home we talked about our families and missing our kids and Brenda shared her worries over her youngest of five children and his life-threatening struggles with juvenile diabetes. Nothing can be more frightening for a parent than to have their child be under constant siege of a life-threatening disease. A few years later I was thrilled to hear about the benefit she was putting together to aid diabetes research. The support she managed to rally inside and outside of RWA was awe-inspiring. In the past three years her auction has continued to grow.   

Brenda Novak AuctionLast year Brenda’s auction raised $300,000 for diabetes research.  She is hoping to double that this year with a stellar collection of donations. Items are up for preview on the auction site, so be sure to take some time to check out the hundreds of spectacular items donated: books, gift baskets, quilts, computers, televisions and some incredible getaways like a week at Eaton’s dude and cattle Ranch in Wyoming (my western bias is showing  J) donated by author Jami Alden and her brother. 

This year Petticoats & Pistols has donated a Western Loot Bag—P&P tote bursting with autographed western reads, western movies, a silver feather pendant and some other fun goodies.  

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My personal contribution is this leather saddle purseStacey Kayne_Saddle Purse filled with my BRIDE series, a gift card and extras.  I’ve also joined in on another gift basket with pals from my other blogging home .

There are so many fantastic items and this is a wonderful cause…so spread the word and cast your bid—the fun begins on May 1st

I have to say, Brenda is an inspiration to me as an author, a mother, a friend, and a genuinely generous person. Care to share someone who’s been an inspiration to you?

Ice Cream Social Here Saturday!

icecreamcones.jpgHello all you ladies! This Saturday will be a little different and we hope you like it. The Fillies are hosting their first ever Ice Cream Social and brother do we mean social! As everyone knows, going hand-in-hand with a social are games. We’re going to post some pictures of some of the most sexy, gorgeous cowboys who ever wore a Stetson and boots and we’re asking you to come vote on the one that makes your heart flutter and your knees go weak. You know the kind I’m talking about. He’ll melt the ice right off the cream and leave you in a puddle!

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So come join in the fun. All you have to do is cast your ballot to get a chance to win a bunch of neat prizes among which are Petticoats and Pistols hand fans that have a hot cowboy on the front. You’ll need a fan after you get done looking at this line up of handsome men! And we also have a hardcover copy of “Give Me a Texan,” a bundle of contemporary western books, a copy of “Maverick Wild,” and a gunslinger beaded bookmark. Don’t miss out or you’ll be sorry.

Dog-tired at RT . . .

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Well, the workshop is done, Jenna is on her way back home–poor girl has a seven-hour drive ahead of her–and Kate and I are kicking back until we can work up the energy to go out for supper.  No faery ball for us, I think.  We’re going to call it an early night and maybe get in a bit of writing done, or better yet, some reading from the yummy books we’ve picked up.The workshop went off without a hitch, and all our preparations showed.  But while we were waiting, Kate spied a very good-looking, muscular man heading into the bathroom.  Now, RT is known for very good-looking, muscular men roaming around, and I didn’t pay him much attention.  But Kate got unusually excited for this one.

“I think that’s John–what’s his name?  You know, that cover model?”

“John–John?”

“Yeah, you know–John . . . “

I frown.  “John DeSalvo?”

“YES.  John DeSalvo!”

“He’s here?  At RT?”

“Yes, he’s in the bathroom.  I just heard the toilet flush.  Let’s go.  You can take a picture of us for the blog.”

My courage wavered.  “But what if it’s not him?”

“It is.  I’m SURE it is.” 

She strode right up to him as he was walking out, and sure enough, he admitted he was indeed the famous cover model.  And he was very gracious about having his picture taken with us. 

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And as we were putting out some leftover promos in Promotion Lane, lo and behold, Catherine Stang, one of our guest bloggers and frequent commenters on P & P, came up and re-introduced herself to me.  We’d worked together 8 years ago on a regional conference–gosh, she was a name out of the past!  Great to see you, Cathy!

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Tomorrow, we’re going to do a bit of sight-seeing before I catch a late flight home.  My new book, KIDNAPPED BY THE COWBOY, wasn’t available yet for the big Book Fair on Saturday, so I’m cutting the conference a day short. 

Thanks so much for letting me share my day with you all! 

Tired of RT pics yet?

sig-icon.jpgWe’re back from lunch, and Jenna and I are relaxing a bit before it’s time to start hauling our give-aways down to the room where our workshop will be held. 

This has been RT’s western day.  Helen A. Rosburg sponsored today’s luncheon with an Old West-perfect meal of chicken enchiladas, Spanish rice, beans and corn salad.  Before being served yummy apple cheesecake for dessert, we were treated to a skit about her August, 2008 western, CRY OF LIGHTNING, ROAR OF THUNDER by Medallion Press.   It was really enjoyable, professionally done.  Lucky lady to be able to give such incredible promo for her book!

Leigh Greenwood is giving a workshop on westerns this afternoon, and then ours will follow his.  Here’s a pic of him with Bobbi Smith and Charlotte Hubbard.  Don’t forget Charlotte will be one of our Spring Roundup of Authors coming up on April 29th!!

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A few more pics to show you:

Jenna and Kate with a sweet bookseller from Australia.  Her store, Temptation, the Romance Bookstore, sells ONLY romance.  Wow!  How nice, eh?

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An independent bookseller, Sara Loftus et al, of the Bookworm’s Attic in West Virginia.  Sorry for the horse in your face when I took the pic, Sara.  Eek!

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(And the lady on the end won the horse as a door prize by guessing the right number.  I was *one* number off.  Dang, I wanted that horse!)

 

More from RT!

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The breakfast mixer was a nice gathering with plenty of pastries and fresh fruit–except those plates just weren’t big enough, no matter how high I heaped on the goodies, darn it.  🙂  

I had the pleasure of sharing the table with a gentleman (his wife was a reader, and he’d graciously offered to drive her and two of her friends to the convention) from upstate New York.  He told me of how his brother, an engineer, owned the company responsible for overseeing the clean-up of the Towers after 9/11.  His brother had hired a firm to take photos of the devastation, not only to document it, but to help in the strategy of managing such a massive job.  The photos once lined walls from floor to ceiling, and when the job was done, the huge numbers of photos led them all to be stored in garbage bags, waiting to be catalogued.  Ironic and bit sad.  What a treasure–and a huge part of our history.

I tease Jenna on how she is always quick to tip the staff on any tiny thing they do for us.  She claims it’s because she’s from New York.  I tell her in the Midwest, we call it customer service.  🙂

A couple more pictures:

John Fish is one of the cover-models up for Mr. Romance 2008.  You should see the muscles on this guy.  Hubba-hubba.

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A quick one Jenna took with bestselling western author, Bobbi Smith, Kate Bridges and me.  (Cheryl, Bobbi sends you a hug!)

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Live from Pittsburgh!

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My thanks to Cheryl for juggling our schedules so that I can blog live from the Romantic Times Convention today.  I’m here to do a workshop later this afternoon with Jenna Kernan and Kate Bridges on “The New Old West:  Grittier and Sexier.”  Hey, promoting western romances is what I love to do best–besides writing them, of course.

I got up at the excruciating hour of 3:30 in the morning yesterday to catch a fast flight to Milwaukee, and after a brief layover, I was on the plane again and headed to Pittsburgh.  All told, I arrived here in less than four hours.  Midwest Airlines is awesome!

 

I can count on only a few fingers the number of times I’ve traveled by myself, and I admit I was a bit daunted by the size of the Pittsburgh airport.  I’m one of those wives who blindly goes where her husband leads when it comes to directions, so I gave myself a big pat on the back when I managed to find the Baggage Claim area on the airport’s lower level with only one teensy mistake–and that was after taking the transit system.  Afterward, I booked myself a seat on the express shuttle. 

Whew.  I’d made it.  Getting to the Pittsburgh Hilton was now in the hands of my able-bodied shuttle driver.

 

Once I got settled in, a familiar face came and sat in front of me.  Shari Anton, Warner and former Harlequin Historical author, had shared the plane with me from Milwaukee.  It was great to visit with her on that very winding trip to the hotel. 

One step inside the Hilton, and it was easy to see there was a romance readers conference going on.  Women everywhere!  Elevators are agonizingly slow, but we’ve learned to take the stairs between the lower levels after the staff put up some easy-to-follow signs through back hallways.

 

Once I got settled in my room, I called Jenna, my roommate, who’d been out doing a bit of sight-seeing.  She came right up, and it was fun to finally meet her after months of planning for RT and the workshop.  After lunch, we picked up the spiffy new cowboy hand fans I’d ordered and put them out on Promotion Lane, then we parted ways to attend our own workshops.

My choice was one on Romantic Suspense.  I’d been wanting to meet Brenda Novak after reading DEAD RIGHT, the last book in her gripping Stillwater trilogy. (It was so-o good!)  And of course, Heather Graham is an icon in the industry, and equally so at the RT Conventions.   Here’s a pic, taken by Heather’s husband.

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Brenda was very gracious in thanking the Fillies for our donation to her Diabetes Auction.  Here’s a link with a picture of our western loot.  (Thank you, Stacey Kayne!)  I hope many of you will stop by and make a bid when the auction opens in a couple of weeks.

 

Afterward, I just had to go back down and see how those fans were doing.  Going fast, let me tell you.  The ladies are loving them!  Some are taking three and four at a time.  Here’s a few readers who were carrying theirs.  Of course, I just had to snap a pic!

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And how could I forget one of the three of us, buddying up to attend one of the parties held every night during the convention?  That’s Jenna Kernan looking glam in gold, Kate Bridges in slinky blue and me on the right.

 

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I probably won’t be able to respond to many comments today.  Our workshop is looming, and we have to hunt down a projector, but I’ll be back later with more pics!  Promise!

The Necessary, or Excuse Me, I Have to Powder My Nose

cheryl_stjohn_logo.jpgI’d wager that an author uses about one to five percent of the research she gathers during the plotting and planning of a story.  Last weekend I did the opening session for the Nebraska Writers Guild’s Spring Conference and I spoke about how to store gathered information and how to integrate it seamlessly into a story.  Writers are fascinated by research, often to the degree that we have to draw a line so we can actually write the book!  When I was planning the book I just finished (a December release titled A Hero’s Embrace) I envisioned “modern” plumbing in my hero’s Montana hotel.  He has traveled with the Army and camped under the stars for years.  When he settles down, he’s ready for some comforts. 

public-bath-ancient-rome.jpgPlumbing is by no means a modern invention.  Ancient plumbing is found in the ruins of rudimentary drains, grandiose palaces and bathhouses, and was used in vast aqueducts and lesser water systems of empires long buried.  Close to 4,000 years ago, the Minoan Palace of Knossos on the isle of Crete featured four separate drainage systems that emptied into great sewers constructed of stone. Terra cotta pipe was laid beneath the palace floor, hidden from view and providing water for fountains and faucets of marble, gold and silver that jetted hot and cold running water. Harbored in the palace latrine was the world’s first flushing “water closet” or toilet, with a wooden seat and a small reservoir of water. The device, however, was lost for thousands of years amid the rubble of flood and decay.  

stone-sewers-palace-of-knossos.jpgThere was a noble origin to the water closet in its earliest days. Sir John Harrington, godson to Queen Elizabeth, set about making a “necessary” for his godmother and himself in 1596. An accomplished inventor, Harrington ended his career with this invention, for he was ridiculed by his peers for this absurd device. He never built another one, though he and his godmother both used theirs.  

Two hundred years passed before another tinker, Alexander Cummings, reinvented Harrington’s water closet. Cummings invented the Strap, a sliding valve between the bowl and the trap. It was the first of its kind. However, it didn’t take long for others to follow Cummings lead. Two years later in 1777, Samuel Prosser applied for and received a patent for a plunger closet.  One year later, Joseph Bramah’s closet had a valve at the bottom of the bowl that worked on a hinge, a predecessor to the modern ballcock. A sailor himself, Bramah’s closet was used extensively on ships and boats of the era. 

victorian.jpgIn the 16th Century Sir John Harington invented a “washout” closet, similar in principle. Another Englishman, Alexander Cumming, patented the forerunner of the toilet used today. The luminous names of Doulton, Wedgwood, Shanks, and Twyford followed. But it’s to the plumbing engineers of the Old Roman Empire that the Western world owes its allegiance. The glory of the Roman legions lay not only in the roads they built and the system of law and order they provided. It was their engineering genius and the skill of their craftsmen that enabled them to erect great baths and recreation centers.  Amazingly, aqueducts from sources miles away supplied water.  

outhouse1.jpgWaste management took a turn for the worse following the fall of the Roman Empire. In the 15th and 16th centuries, English castles had small rooms featuring a wooden or stone seat placed over a vertical shaft that leading to a moat, a barrel, or a pit.  Poorer people simply threw their wastes into the gutter. Indeed, people have not always treated their bodily wastes with the ritualistic sophistication of saying, “Excuse me, I must go powder my nose.”  Quite the contrary, in England and much of Europe during the industrial revolution, when so many people moved to the cities and into crowded and unsanitary living conditions, politeness dictated that people tossing waste out of their windows onto the street below were to shout, “Gardez L’eau” (literally “watch out for the water”). This saying remains a part of British vocabulary today in the use of the word “loo”, slang for toilet.  

rotterdan.jpgThings got so bad in England that in 1848 a Public Health Act was passed mandating some kind of arrangement for every house whether it be a flush toilet, a privy or an ash pit. The Act did little to solve the problem for soon after the streets were cleaned up, the rivers started to reek. The Thames quickly gained a reputation as a “cesspool” and in the hot summer of 1859, the smell from the river was so pungent that Parliament had to be suspended. Disease, and cholera in particular, was a problem.  

Things weren’t any better in the colonies.  Cholera spread through the immigrants from infected European countries. Irishmen, fleeing the poverty of the potato famine and able to scrape together three pounds for passage, carried chamber pots on their journey to North America. The crowded conditions created by greedy ship owners who forced as many as 500 passengers in space intended for 150 resulted in dangerous conditions.  Passengers shared slop buckets and rancid water.  

earth-closet-1881.jpgAt Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello estate, visitors can still see his indoor privy with a system of pulleys for servants to empty the pots from his earth closet. In another display of American ingenuity, William Campbell and James T. Henry received the first American patent for a toilet called a plunger closet, granted in 1857.  Largely unsuccessful improvements continued to be made in the 1870s to 1890s in the search for sanitary water closet.  American designs were generally inferior to English ones and most water closets of this period were imported.  A wide variety of products was offered including those with decorative bowls, glazed underneath with artistic designs, some even stamped with the names of well known pottery manufacturers. Engineer Julius W. Adams provided the framework upon which modem sewerage is based.

In 1857, Adams was commissioned to sewer the city of Brooklyn, which then covered 20 square miles. There was no data available in proportioning sewers for the needs of the people. Yet, working from scratch, Adams developed guidelines and designs that made modern sanitary engineering possible. More importantly, he published the results. By the end of the century, his how to textbooks would be available for towns and cities across the country.  

victorian-water-closets.jpgThe pieces to the puzzle of good plumbing had finally come together: Proper venting, waterworks and sewers brought the closet indoors to stay.  American potters duplicated the successes of their English predecessors, and then some.  Finally, the mass production line brought down the cost of production of fixtures, fittings and valves, making them affordable and available from the rich on down.  With the final correlation between disease and water borne bacteria the impetus to plumbing was complete. 

Chicago is credited with having the first comprehensive sewerage project in the country, designed by E. S. Chesbrough in 1885, but it was the city of New York that provided the model for the development of water supply and sewage disposal systems across the country.  

wash-out-water-closet-twyford.jpgThomas Twyford revolutionized the water closet when he built the first trapless toilet in a one-piece, all china design. A preeminent potter, Twyford competed against other notable business including Wedgwood and Moulton. Twyford’s design was unique in that it was of china, rather than the more common metal and wood contraptions. The internal workings of his water closet were the work of one the first pioneers of the sanitary science.  It was a design the Twyford would refine and promote for the rest of the decade. 

thunder-mug.jpgArchaeological evidence shows most 19th century dwellings did not have indoor plumbing, though occasionally a property for which no outdoor privy can be located is discovered.  Beginning around the mid-1850s, a few finer homes had built in bathrooms. 

Around the turn of the century brought flushers, outdoor toilets with clay or iron drain pipes leading into an underground vault, an underground brick structure plastered on the inside and having a exit drain tile near the top.  Sometimes flushers were built right on top of older holes, the older hole serving as the septic tank. 

commode.jpgOur language is full of euphemisms to describe waste management.  Look at the silly things we teach our kids. Potty?  We have the restroom, the washroom and the bathroom as though we were going for a rest or a bath when we excuse ourselves.  Everyone knows what we’re doing.  The word toilet, which is less acceptable than any of the above, is derived from a French word meaning shaving cloth.  

outhouse.jpgOur ancestors had euphemisms for the “necessaries” as they called them: The outhouse, or the privy.  When no plumbing was available, they used containers which they labeled chamber pots, thunder pots or, less often, thunder mug.  No Victorian bedroom would have been complete without the necessaries either tucked under the bed or beside it in the commode.  A commode was a low cabinet sometimes fitted with top with a hole in it. 

For hundreds of years the privy provided not only a place for elimination of wastes, but also a convenient place to deposit trash.  Across the nation the pattern is ubiquitous.  In the early privies, those dating before 1840, very little in the way of artifacts have been found; usually only kitchen scraps, bones and seeds, window glass, and shards of pottery or porcelain are discovered. Containers were valuable.  Glass was reused or sent back to factory for cullet, broken glass used by the glass factories to start a new batch. 

The ubiquity of such patterns in history highlights the significance of waste management practices throughout different eras. To learn more about waste management solutions and dumpster rentals that can effectively address modern waste disposal needs, you can explore dumpster rentals. As dumpster rentals can provide a convenient and efficient solution for handling large volumes of waste, whether it’s from a home renovation, construction project, or a thorough cleaning. By understanding the historical aspects of waste management, we can better appreciate the importance of responsible waste disposal in the present and future.

chamber-pot-2.jpgWholesale dumping of household trash, based on archaeological evidence, began increasing around the 1840s – 1850s, matching the rise in industry.  As people began to accumulate greater and greater quantities of refuse, greater quantities of outhouse artifacts are available.  With the rise in the incidence of indoor plumbing, other places had to be found for dumping; hence the increase in the number of town and city dumps.   

bottles-from-civil-war-era-privy.jpgThere are websites devoted to the artifacts found in old privies!  No wonder it’s so easy to get caught up in a subject when the Internet has put all this information at our fingertips.  So, did I use any of that information in my book?  Not a bit of it. 

I’m sure I’m not the only one who gets caught up in research, but this is probably one of the strangest subjects that has interested me.  Do you think you’ll take your “powder room” for granted the rest of the day?      

Beam Me Up, Scottie!

linda-sig.jpgThis past weekend I had a writer friend fly into town to speak to our local writing group and she had heck getting here because of the FAA grounding of thousands of planes. It left travelers stranded and scurrying to get alternate flights. Her experience made me think of travel back through the years. None of it has been easy or fun – with the exception of the Star Trek method of beaming people from one airplane.jpglocation to another. Now that would be my idea of travel! If only it were possible. But as irritating as today’s travel is, it was far worse in the past. None was easy or fun, but that didn’t keep people from packing what they could carry and starting out. Seems we’ve always been a determined lot.

Travel in the west was especially uncomfortable, dirty, and sometimes required considerable strength and fortitude to get to destinations. Imagine conditions when bathing was hard to come by. But the pioneers and settlers had little choice if they needed to get somewhere.

Stagecoaches: Normally they traveled a trotting pace of 6-7 mph if the roads weren’t washed out or blocked by fallen trees or boulders. If the stage got stuck, the passengers were required to get out and help push. Some coaches had two bench seats and others had three. There was very little room inside. stagecoach.jpgThe passenger’s knees touched the other person sitting across from them. And I pity the man who had long legs! Also, some coaches had seats up on top with the luggage in the fresh air. Stage stops were about every 30-40 miles apart. There, the horses (or mules) were changed for fresh ones. It was dusty and hot. Passengers were sometimes, but not always, furnished linen dusters to wear over their clothing to keep off some of the dust or rain. Not ideal by any means.

cowboyandhorse.jpgHorses: Averaged 7 mph going at a trot if they weren’t loaded down too much. They could ideally carry a 140-190 pound man, his 30-40 pound saddle, a bedroll, canteen, and a rifle. That was a full load. Horse and rider could usually make 50 miles a day without too much exertion and that included stopping to let the horse rest several times. If the cowboy was going to be too long on the trail, he brought a pack mule to tote his food, cooking utensils, extra clothing and such. A horse wasn’t built to carry all that plus the rider. Too much weight caused sores on the horse’s back or bruised its kidneys. The caring cowboy took excellent care of his mount, for without the animal, he was walking. And a cowboy never walked anyplace where he could ride.

covered-wagon.jpgWagon: A wagon could make ten to twelve miles a day if the animal pulling it was rested and in good health and the road in fairly good shape. Of course, that didn’t include mountainous regions. Ten to twelve miles a day translated to around 4 mph with plenty of rest stops. Most wagons were generally pulled by mules because they were heartier and they saved a man’s horse.

Trains: The normal speed for steam engine locomotives was about 25-30 mph in 1864. Early on, the best they could get was 15 mph. Trains had to stop approx. every 30 miles to take on water and coal so it took forever and a day to get anywhere. In summertime when the windows were down, the traveler steam-engine.jpggot covered from head to foot with thick soot and smoke. Sometimes cinders flew in and caused burns. Again, long dusters kept their clothing in fairly good shape but they were hot. I guess it depended on how desperate you were to try to keep clean. Sometimes women wrapped their hair with a kind of close-fitting cap. In wintertime, passengers near the potbellied stove roasted while those at the other end of the car froze. Toilets, if they had them, were no more than a curtained off chamber pot. Imagine how embarrassing that would be! The only good thing was the train stations. Passengers could get off, use the facilities, and eat a meal. I’m sure they took full advantage of those depots!

The next time you’re grumbling about having to stand in a long check-in line at the airport, have your flight canceled, or riding in your air-conditioned car with its soft upholstery and get stuck in traffic, don’t complain. We have it so much better than our ancestors it’s not even funny. Just take a minute to appreciate what you have and remember that nothing will ever be perfect – except if we learn how Scottie beamed people from one place to another!

Are you the adventurous kind who would like to go back in time and take a journey? If so, which method of travel would you prefer? Or do you mind the endless airport screenings and cancellations? How about getting stuck in traffic, do you gripe and fume or just accept and make the most of it? I’m curious.

The Book Is Finished . . . At Last

pat2.jpgAT LAST . . . THE BOOK IS FINISHED!

I’m writing something different this week, because I’m giddy with relief. The work in progress is finished!!! At least the initial stage. No doubt there will be revisions, which is good. It gives me a second chance to fix.

But I finally know how it ends. I finally know who the villain is. And I finally know who switched the babies at birth.

I am, though, a basket case, the usual climax of a night-and-day frantic writing marathon when sleep is non-existent and panic very, very real. It almost always happens as I finish a book.

I always tell myself I’m not going to do this again. I will start early, work hard every day, do anything to avoid the seven or eight or ten-day workathon during which I live on canned corn beef hash twice a day, pots of coffee and little or no sleep.

I thought I would manage better this time. Because of family illness, I was very, very late on the last two books. I was determined not to do the same this time. I was going to make the deadline if it killed me.

I am here to tell you it almost did. Just six weeks ago, I truly thought I would finish with two weeks to spare for rewrite. I was reaching my goal of 400 pages, Unfortunately my characters did not cooperate. They had no intention of quitting at that point. The book became the never ending project. Four hundred pages. Four hundred and fifty pages. Four hundred and seventy-pages. And no, I can’t spend an hour on one sentence.

Okay, the characters finally settled for five hundred and one pages. My editor is going to have a heart-attack.

It didn’t help that I went to New York for a week, but that too seems one of the traditions of my usual mad dash to deadlines. Conferences always, always happen on deadline, and I spend much of the time there reading my stuff and despairing. It’ll never be right.

Thus the marathon this past week. Up at six in the morning, to bed at two or three the next morning. Now how many times did I change the names of my characters?

Did I mention that three dogs were sulking during this time? Punching me with their noses for food. Barking at me to let them out. Howling for their water dishes to be filled. Ungrateful wretches.

Finally got finished it Thursday, only a week late. Took it to Fed Ex at five minutes to eleven p.m. I thank the writing Gods nightly that Memphis is the home of Fed-Ex, and one office remains open until eleven for eight a.m. delivery in New York the next morning. I love modern shipping.

I finished just in time to be confronted with taxes.

So now I’m in meltdown. Total exhaustion. Coming down with the traditional deadline cold accompanied by dulled mind.

So if I sound discombobulated and ungrammatical and error prone, please forgive me. I hope to be back to normal in two weeks, probably still error prone but – hopefully –a bit more coherent.

In the meantime, I would like to know how many other writers go into this deadline frenzy. Any survival techniques to offer?