Sunday, August 24, 2014

Writing Quality Fiction

Writing fiction can be a lot of fun, but other times it can feel like herding cats.  Marketing, in particular, often turns into a chore because we (as writers) fail to understand or respect our audience.  When talking about understanding the audience, a good essay on the topic--especially for Catholic authors--is this post be Regina Doman.  This is a good starting point, but, of course, just because fiction is written by a Catholic doesn't necessarily imply its Catholic fiction.  The latter term implies a writing infused with belief and the substance of our faith.  This does not mean preaching, but simply describing the spiritual realities of the world, not shying away from anything.  This quality then leads us to the absolute necessity of respecting one's audience.

This is beautifully addressed by C.S. Lewis in Of Other Worlds: Essays and Stories.  Here is a passage that describes what I am referring to--especially with regards to children's literature.

The third way, which is the only one I could ever use myself, consists in writing a children's story because a children's story is the best art-form for something you have to say: just as a composer might write a Dead March not because there was a public funeral in view but because certain musical ideas that had occurred to him went best into that form. This method could apply to other kinds of children's literature besides stories. I have been told that Arthur Mee never met a child and never wished to: it was, from his point of view, a bit of luck that boys liked reading what he liked writing. This anecdote may be untrue in fact but it illustrates my meaning.

Whether we are talking about children's literature or a work for older audiences, one dimension of this respect lies in whether, or not, the story comes first. Many years ago, for example, I tried to use a short story format to write a tale to prove that some people find right behavior wrong and wrong behavior right. These days we hardly need reminding of this, but, at that time in my life, I was exploring the moral compass of a drug dealer. The story didn't work for many reasons, but probably the main reason was that it began as a kind of moralizing piece; the story was secondary to the message, and this almost always brings ruin to the writer's endeavor.

When it comes to fiction for older readers, my pet peeve is sanitizing dialogue or situations for the taste and preferences of the writer or a select group of potential readers. If you have a story, tell it truthfully. As Flannery O'Connor so eloquently put it,"Fiction is about everything human and we are made out of dust, and if you scorn getting yourself dusty, then you shouldn't try to write fiction. It's not a grand enough job for you.”

Not too long ago, I was discussing a work of fiction with some fellow Catholic writers who were very passionately debating their view that profanity had no place in fiction--especially the writing of a Catholic.  While I don't agree with the premise at all, it did encourage me to lighten the profanity in my own novel, The Blood Cries Out.  (As an aside, I hope when fellow writers make recommendations along these lines (that you accept in part), they have the courtesy to at least read your work.  If they have no interest in the art you create, I'd just as soon they keep their writing suggestions to themselves; they're not part of your audience.)  Some might say that my lightening of the profanity was an unnecessary sacrifice to political correctness, but I suggest that realism and truth can be achieved with a lighter touch at times.  Finding that balance can be hard, but it's what lies at the heart of writing that matters the most: truth. 

Like I wrote for Seattle Pacific University in "Art and the Christian Gospel," we engage the culture around us for Christ by seeking truth even if we happen to be writing fiction or creating another form of art.


Art calls us to worship; it also empowers us to engage our culture with the gospel. Given the present world crisis, I believe Christians have a responsibility to address the moral issues facing us in this troubling time. The words of Christian writers and theologians from C.S. Lewis to Dietrich Bonhoeffer still give us much to consider and discuss. From Michelangelo to Handel, our Christian heritage is also replete with the finest artists and composers who have ever lived. This rich Christian perspective plays a vital role within our culture. It is our responsibility to ensure that this legacy endures and continues.

Christians are aware that there is more to life than what simply meets the eye, and that the spiritual world is just as real as the earth they are standing upon. The Christian must focus and hold on to “whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable.” That is the only way we can maintain our clear vision and grip on the eternal priorities facing us.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Militarization of Police?

With the mess coming out of Ferguson these days, I'd like to take a moment to make a few observations.

First, the militarization of the police has been a long time coming.  When I was considering a career in law enforcement in the early 1990s, for instance, the military mindset was very evident.  I remember one time I accidentally brought the police way of speaking back home, and I was quickly taken to task by my uncle for using the word civilians to refer to non-police.  Whether they like it, or not, city, county, and state police officers are civilians just like the rest of us; they are not serving in a military force.

While Veteran's Points in the civil service exam is an important benefit we extend to our returning military vets, it can and does open the doors at times to people who have no business wearing a badge.  At one civil service exam in the Seattle area more than a decade ago, I recall overhearing a potential recruit (recently discharged from the service) telling another that his reason in pursuing a career as a police officer had nothing to do with helping others.  He looked forward to violent takedowns--i.e. cracking heads.  These are people who are hopefully screened out by the psychological reviews and oral board examinations, but hiring accidents take place all the time.  We need to make sure that everyone who wears a badge understands that our streets are not the battlefield, and that bullying behavior has no place in our communities.  (Of course, making our streets safe also has much to do with parental responsibility, but that's a topic for another day.)

That said, when officers face near battlefield conditions on our city streets, who can blame them in adopting the approach that they believe best ensures that they will return safely home at the end of their shift?  There's no simple solution.  As our family and social institutions begin to crumble a little bit more with each passing generation, this will likely only get worse in the years to come.  I suggest that accountability and common sense are critical to leading police departments at this time.  What do I mean by this?

Well, let's look at Ferguson for a moment.  Instead of using a strategy that employed common sense and moderation, the department appears to have essentially thrown all that they had at the protesters immediately.  Of course, this is going to simply escalate the situation and transform a small crisis into a larger crisis.  The key is to use the least amount of force necessary to overcome the threat at hand--e.g. force continuum--and Ferguson appears to have been excited to show the community their new military surplus toys.

The other dimension of this situation may be the end result of too many hours of training in programs such as edged weapon defense and the 21-foot rule.  Police officers are going to get hurt sometimes, but that's not an excuse for blowing a transient away because he has a small pocketknife.  There needs to be some level-headed common sense approach to tactical training that doesn't leave officers too cautious when dealing with day-to-day situations.    I know I'll catch some grief for this most likely, but...just because you're justified in drawing your sidearm, for example, doesn't mean you necessarily need to do so.  Restraint isn't always the wrong decision.

Once in a while, there may be other options to quickly consider before taking a life.  I don't believe I heard the first law enforcement critique of the 21-foot rule until I was almost finished considering that particular career path.  I think it was a Port Townsend officer who pointed out that officer training programs such as the one mentioned have only served to further separate the police officer from the average citizen and create an us vs them mindset.  We need old fashioned policemen walking their beats again, getting to know the people they serve, not men in blue simply watching the world from behind the wheel of the police cruiser.  

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

"The Blood Cries Out" Great Review Giveaway!

Win original sketch by Kimberly Erickson!
You've probably heard the news--The Blood Cries Out is now available as an e-book through both Amazon and Barnes and Noble.  (Soon, it should also reach traditional distribution.)  The challenge now is how does one jumpstart the online reader reviews when no one seems to want to go first?  Well, we have a plan!


If you purchase and honestly review the tale (at either online retailer) between now and August 3rd, we will enter you for a chance to win this original sketch completed by artist and illustrator Kimberly Erickson (author's wife).  All you need to do is to e-mail Karl when your review goes live online.  If you do two reviews--one for Kindle and one for Nook readers--you'll receive one extra entry to win the sketch.  

We're going ahead, though, and throwing one more enticement into that winner's lucky hand.  Kimberly has just launched a Summer Art Sale online.  It will features many paintings and prints at a reduced cost--for a week only.  Our randomly-selected winner will also receive a coupon code good for 25% off any art purchase (for this online sale only).  

You should know that this art sale will also feature one work by Kimberly's father, John Carroll Collier.    

So, don't miss out!  Submit your review today!!



Sunday, July 20, 2014

Returning with Something Quite Silly

I have a disturbing confession to make today:  I have an unusual sense of humor.  Truth be known it has gotten me into some trouble in the past.  It's also raised some bushy eyebrows among my serious-minded friends.  I've paid a high price indeed for the influence of Peter Sellers, Danny Kaye, Steve Martin, Al Yankovic, and...my dog, Chester.  (Seriously, though, I do believe laughter is terribly important in our lives.  See the referenced post for more.)

The other day I returned to my blog with the brilliant idea of posting my entire Restless Auditor work entitled How to be Unsuccessful Without Really Trying.  Sadly, however, there is likely a very good reason why this little work remains undiscovered and unpublished; it's not that good.  Since I just released some real writing, I thought it might not be the best marketing move to inject the entire RA work into the public domain at this time.  Have you seen Outbreak?  Anyway, I took it down after a few days.  (This cycle is actually not uncommon when it comes to Restless Auditor wanderings.)

Then, it occurred to me that a better approach might be to put this quietly back up with the inclusion of just two excerpts.  If you'd like the entire sordid piece, just e-mail me a note, and my staff will get on it immediately.

Again....I am so very sorry for what follows.  :)



One/"1"


I took it upon myself to really go the extra mile when it came to failing my membership within Society of Financial Proctologists (SFP).  What follows below are actual copies of my letters to Mr. Bubba Bubbason.


To: Mr. Bubbason, SFP


Re: Late Night Visit and Related Issues



Late last night I made an ill-advised phone call to your secret cell phone.  After I hung-up and tossed my disposable phone out my window, it occurred to me that some of the descriptive terms employed within said message were less than neighborly--or auditorly.  That being the case, I decided I needed to make amends.  I proceeded straight to your secluded residence a little after midnight.  

As I wandered your manicured lawns and poked around your private spaces, I had two to four main goals in mind.  First, avoid your sprinklers.  Second, erase message on the cell phone.  Third, leave behind my autographed picture of Stephen Colbert--for whom I may soon be offering my brain in jar for Super Pac consulting opportunity--as a gesture of my good will.  Fourth, avoid your sprinklers.

I was not, however, made aware of your two new dogs.  Instead of heading into your house where I usually do (you know the 1st floor library bathroom window you leave ajar?), I had to make a life/death decision and make entry via the dog door.  Sadly, this really wasn't a good choice.  (Please return the seat of my black pants, if found.)  

After wandering to and fro for a while, I finally located your cell phone on top of your bedside table.  I accessed your voice mail and deleted the inappropriate message.  After heading back downstairs at 2:35am, I stubbed my toe on your bear rug in the Great Hall.  Unfortunately, this caused me to drop the Colbert picture in your wet bar.  Stephen is  at the bar.  

Truth be known, I was a little upset at this point.  On the way back out to that hole in your south fence, I happened across your neighbor's Prius.  I was so impressed with its successful removal from the pond, that I'm afraid I bumped it (or maybe released the brake and put it in neutral).  It's indeed likely that this hybrid vehicle may have rolled back into the pond a second time.

That's not necessarily the worst of it, though.  Rolling down the fairway grass on its journey to said pond, the little hybrid pancaked a sleeping mallard.  As your two dogs had apparently been investigating the duck, it may have also hit them.  In the process of attempting to recover the duck (duck a l'orange is a favorite), I somehow managed to activate the water supply to your pond.  The pretty water rushed in so fast!  It was fun to watch for a few minutes, but, as your backyard began to disappear, I was getting sleepy.  

At any rate, I know that I was successful in removing the message, because I still have your cell phone.  Isn't that funny!?  Also, I deleted the other messages--to be safe, you know.  Incidentally, who's Sylvia whom you're meeting at "our special place?"  Be sure to tell her hi from me!  She sounds like a nice girl.

Returning back to the ol' homestead, I found your package in my mail slot.  I guess I haven't checked the mail in a few days.  What is a "Restraining Order" exactly?  Although my cousin plays a small recurring role in CSI SUV ASAP @ the AARP, I'm afraid my legal skills are not as strong as his are--at least when he's sober.

Look forward to working out those membership details!  I'm sure we'll have this all behind us in no time.  




Best Regards,




The Restless Auditor




To: Mr. Bubbason, SFP


Re: Sorry About Rolling Prius into Your Koi Pond


Per paragraph 2 of the stipulated judgement forwarded to me today by Harrold Hummers, I would like to express my written apology to Bubba Clyve Bubbason, current president of the Society of Financial Proctologists.  It was indeed a very poor exercise in judgement to run your neighbor's Prius into your Koi pond.  Also, adding the piranha to the koi pond was not really neighborly of me.


Since we're taking a moment to air our dirty laundry, I'd like to pause to reflect on some other items.  To the lunchtime dinners of Franky's Pizzeria, you really should not have been eating the salad bar's tapioca.  To the Honorable Scott Deylander, I didn't realize that was a Chihuahua in your backyard when taking up falconry.  (I thought it was a rat.)  Really sorry 'bout that.  If you'd like, I can return several parts.

To Stephen Colbert, when you failed to accept my generous consulting offer for your Super Pac, I'm afraid I may have been momentarily upset.  It's possible I may have fired off a very angry letter to a Hell's Angel representative in your name.  It's true that I called the organization "a bunch of pansy boys in leather who care more about wearing their dresses on the weekends than riding their little trikes," but I'm sure they'll laugh amicably at the humor of it all.  (Oh, I also gave them your address and e-mail.)

Please also accept my apologies in advance reference the box you will be receiving later this week.  As long as you haven't visited South America in the last decade, you should be fine.  ...Did you happen to see Outbreak?

Anywho, that's about it.  Oh, wait, to that strange Wikipedia editor who runs the feral cat and poodle rescue service, I probably shouldn't have ordered those fur coats for you.  That was indeed unkind--but they are awful fuzzy.

Lastly, Bubba Clyve Bubbason, if you should happen to notice a short man wearing all black sneaking around outside your home late at night, please pay him no mind.  Also, would you mind turning off your automated sprinklers until Tuesday?  No reason...

TWO/"2"

Don't you just adore jury duty? It's indeed a happy time! I'm so excited to have the opportunity to participate in such gripping human theater! (Keep in mind that I don't get out that much.) As an auditor, I take this civic duty particularly seriously. That's why I have compiled an informal guide to better assist you (the poor reader) in negotiating the mysterious labyrinth of justice. Many people arrive for jury duty completely ill-prepared.

Most, truth be known, even leave the relative security of their homes or park benches without the added protection of the Special Aluminum Foil Hat of Great Power (SAFHGP). That's a mistake I'll never make again. Like I told that big bailiff last time, "No, I'm not taking it off. Without my hat, I would be unsafe. People might even speak to me. With my hat, however, I am ready for anything that comes my way--except clowns or women carrying small dogs in glittery purses." Yikes!

Without further ado, here are my top ten must haves for a successful jury duty experience. For the sake of reader convenience, I have decided to share this list in a randomized order with a dash of psychosis.

4. A Barbie cell phone is useful for communication purposes. Use it to discuss the skin condition of the person sitting in front of you.

3. The Compact Edition of the Oxford English Dictionary is ideal for light reading. It also builds arm strength, though, which is a negative.

5. Bring a small stuffed animal or two as your special companion(s). Share your feelings. Think stream of consciousness here; free all those dark thoughts! If your small companion happens to be missing a head or arm, no worries! (Try to sit next to a woman who is wheeling a doll around in a stroller. You won't be sorry!)

8. A circa 1980s walkman radio. No reception? Connect it to your SAFHGP.

2. Don't forget to also use the aluminum foil on your glasses and hearing aids. No hearing aids? That's not very macho!

1. Special Aluminum Foil Hat of Great Power (SAFHGP)

7. A camera is a must have for deliberations. Record the fun!

6. Share your thoughts! Do you believe any person in a court (including that big bailiff) should be shot? Be truthful and honest about this. This is sure to win you points and influence important people!

9. Remember eye contact. Winking at the judge is a great technique.

10. Purple. Don't forget to take this seriously. After all, this is an important part of our justice thingy.


What about afterwards? What does the courteous and respectful juror need to remember post-jury time? Sure, you've sentenced that weird-looking guy with bad hair to serious prison time, but what about the judge? You don't want to lose that special relationship you've established with him, do you? Judges are really touched when jurors look up their personal addresses and send them regular cards. Keep in touch. You might even consider flowers on his childrens' birthdays!

MOST IMPORTANTLY, DON'T FORGET THANK YOU CARDS!

Saturday, July 19, 2014

The Blood Cries Out is Released!



Happy to announce that The Blood Cries Out is now available from Light Switch Press!

Seattle Police Homicide Detective David Lightholler finds himself on a case unlike any he's faced before. In the midst of working the darkest double homicide of his career, he unearths violent secrets of his family's past that promise to haunt him for many years unless he can bring redemption and meaning out of the evil of the past--and present.

While the tale is set between Seattle and Friday Harbor, it also incorporates some important Oregon frontier history. The novel is first be available for Kindle and Nook readers, then it should reach traditional distribution channels. For regular updates, "like" the book's page on Facebook!

Interested in learning some of this novel's backstory? Read "Beginning at the Middle". For more story details, read last year's "Locked and Loaded." (The excerpt has been updated because of changes since the editing.)
















Monday, February 17, 2014

Blog is Temporarily Inactive

While I campaign for the Oregon House of Representatives, I've decided to stop working with this blog.  I'll leave it up, but I will not be making new posts for a long time.