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MEET OFFICER JUAN RODRIGUEZ, SPECIAL CRIMES TEAM

Interviewer: (smiles) I am pleased to welcome Officer Juan Rodriguez of the Special Crimes Team. Thank you so much for agreeing to this interview, Officer Rodriguez.

Officer Rodriguez:  You can just call me Juan.

Interviewer: Thank you, Juan. You seem quite young to be on such an elite team. How did you happen to become a member of the Special Crimes Team?

Juan: (ducks his head and looks at the floor) Well, ma’am, my captain thought it would be a good opportunity for me.

Interviewer:  Did you have to move, like Sergeant Slowater?

Juan: (gives a little shrug) Didn’t matter.

Interviewer: So, you like Seattle?

Juan: (glances up and away) It’s okay.

Interviewer: (slight narrowing of eyes) Tell me about your family, Juan.  Do your parents live close-by? Do you have sisters, brothers?

Juan: (takes a deep breath and lifts his chin. Looks steadily at interviewer) I only have a brother, and he’s pulling time for murder. He killed our mother.

Interviewer: (mouth gapes. Closes mouth and stares for a moment) I am so sorry.  I had no idea.

Juan: (dips his eyes to his hands in his lap. Picks at his thumbnail) ‘Sokay. I coulda just said I didn’t want to talk about it, but it’s not hard to find the story. It was all over the Concrete Herald for weeks.

Interviewer: (sits back in chair and studies the young man in front of her) Juan, tell me something…. What’s your passion? What is it that you could sit and talk all day about? That if you won the lottery and could quit work, this is what you would do with your life.

Juan: (no hesitation as a big smile creases his swarthy face) #Kids. I’d work with kids. (He scoots to the edge of his chair, his dark eyes sparkling) Ya see, I think Ben wouldn’t have done what he did if he hadn’t gotten involved with a gang. It was what he had to do to make his bones. If, somehow, there had been someone who really cared, someone he coulda looked up to, I think he woulda gone that way.

Interviewer: (in a soft voice) Are you sure that’s not just wishful thinking on your part? Look at you, you haven’t killed anyone.

Juan: (shakes his head) Ben’s older than me. Fact is, the gang made him take out our mom because I went to the police academy. Said he had to prove his blood wasn’t gonna make him a snitch, that he loved his gang more than his family. (His face is earnest as he places his arms on his thighs and leans forward) If he hadn’t done it, they would’ve killed all three of us.

Interviewer: (sighs and shakes head with a puzzled frown) I guess, I don’t understand gang mind set, and I certainly don’t understand how a person could harm their own family.

Juan: (brows raised) It happens all the time. Domestic violence, child abuse, murder for less than what made Ben kill my mother. Murder for greed, for inheriting a house, maybe just because a parent didn’t get the kid the kind of iPod he wanted. And that’s just the physical stuff. Family members hurt each other all the time emotionally. Moms and dads use their kids to punish the other parent; kids bully their siblings.

Interviewer:  You’re right. I suppose, I just don’t like thinking about it. What would you do to help break the cycles of violence that young people wind up in? What can one person do? This is a huge social issue.

Juan: (sits up straight and looks interviewer right in the eye) Care. One person can’t change the world; but that one person can change their little corner of the world. When I see a kid bumming, I go talk to him, or her. I try to steer them to a shelter where they’ll be safe. Hook them up with folks who can help them.

Interviewer: What if they don’t want your help? What if they think being out there on the streets, or wherever, is more exciting than home and they don’t want some shelter social worker telling them what to do?

Juan: (a slow smile spreads across his lips) I just keep right on caring. There’s this one kid I see all the time down on Denny Street. On Saturdays, I show up if I’m not working and take him to coffee. I don’t preach at him, don’t tell him what to do or not do. I just have coffee and breakfast with him and listen to whatever he wants to tell me.

Interviewer:  Do you really think it’s doing any good?

Juan: (folds his hands in his lap and shrugs) Doesn’t matter. (Makes air quotes) “Doing any good” is a judgment call. I’m not there to judge him, or his life. I’m just there to share what he wants to share with me. Do I think it matters? Yes, it matters. (He leans forward, hands dangling between his knees) Everyone needs someone to care; to care if they live or die; to know that someone would miss them if they were gone. And, (he leans back in his chair) I enjoy spending time with him. He gives me a different perspective, a different take on life. To me, life is about caring; caring and sharing what you can with those you meet.

Interviewer: Wow, you really are passionate about your interactions with young people. Why didn’t you become a social worker?

Juan: Social workers have rules to follow in their interactions with kids, and they should have rules. The only rule I have to follow is to be honest, honest with the kid and honest with myself.

Interviewer: Well, Juan, our time is up, but I really appreciate you opening up a part of your life and sharing it with us today. You certainly have given me a lot to think about.

To learn more about Officer Juan Rodriguez read Sketch of a Murder! http://www.amazon.com/Sketch-Murder-Special-Crimes-Team-ebook/dp/B00KU6AIPQ

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What does an elderly, homeless woman have to give to anyone? The answer to that question lies within the first case of the Special Crimes Team, Sketch of a Murder.

HOW SEXY IS TOO SEXY?

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HOW SEXY IS TOO SEXY?

I have been asked: what is the most difficult scene to write? That one is easy: #sex.

Now don’t get me wrong. It isn’t from lack of experience! No, the challenge stems from the fact that #sex is such an intense experience that to write it well I must decide how much detail is enough while making sure I don’t cross the line into too much. I hate it when I am reading a book and really want to shout, “TMI!”

The other thing that makes the writing of #sex scenes difficult is that I am a product of my time/era. I grew up during a certain period of history, in a specific #culture with its particular cultural norms that was nestled within the mainstream #culture. My family expressed our #culture in a certain way, and with that way comes a set of morals, ethics, viewpoints, perspectives, and obligations.

I must negotiate my way through those constraints to arrive at my own definitions of what is acceptable. But, isn’t that what writers do? We take where we came from, how we grew up, what we learned and what we dream and define the alternate realities that we create.

Beyond the personal, there is the major constraint of the story, the novel that I am writing. Scenes, whether sex scenes, battle scenes, or death scenes, must fit within the context of the story. I cannot simply decide I need some filler material so I’m going to write a battle scene, or maybe a juicy, hot sex scene. To employ such devices would create a jarring sense of disconnection within the story.

The #SpecialCrimesTeam murder mystery series I am writing does not lend itself to sex scenes, so in Book 1: Sketch of a Murder the reader will find battle scenes and death scenes, but not much in the way of sex.

In the second edition of #Good #Intentions, a literary #novel, sex is present, but more hinted at than actually shown.

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On the other hand, in my coming vampire series, Book 1: Artemis’ Warriors, there are very detailed sex scenes. Graphic sex is an integral part of the story.

While there is no simple solution to how I handle writing those challenging scenes, whether they are sex scenes, battle scenes or some other scene, the one constant is that a writer must be true to her vision of the story. I must know my #characters intimately enough to know how much is too much, how much is not enough to lend the #novel its verisimilitude.

I would be interested in hearing from my readers if they feel there should be more, or less, sex in my (soon-to-be-released) novels: #Good #Intentions, second edition, and Sketch of a Murder. Once you have read the novel, you can leave a comment on my blog, or leave a comment on my facebook page. Both books should be released by my publisher, Mountain Springs House (#MSH) by the end of this month.

Stay tuned to this blog for information on the release dates for Good Intentions and for Sketch of a Murder.

Meanwhile, you are invited to visit #Aya on #facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/ayawalksfar

#Interview with Bev Ransom

This week the subject for the #MSH sponsored #blog tour is to interview the main character of our novel. So, today I have asked Bev Ransom whose biography, #Good Intentions, is due out later this month to speak with me.
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Bev, thank you for taking time to talk with me.

(Bev)Oh, sure. When Mom gave me the message I thought it would be interesting.

What are some of the reasons you participated in having a biography of your life written?

(Bev)Well, (she leans forward, arms propped on her thighs, face earnest) there are some things people should think about. I’m not that old, and I don’t have all the answers (she chuckles), but I know how I felt when everything came out in the open like it did.

Yes, that was quite the surprise, wasn’t it? What was the most important thing that occurred during the time sequence covered in your biography?

(Bev) My dad dying.(She glances away and blinks her eyes several times before turning back to face me)

I know how painful this must be for you. Are you okay talking about it?

(Bev gives a brisk nod)Yeah.(Taking a deep breath, she huffs it out and speaks in a stronger voice)Yeah, I’m okay. See my dad was always the one I talked to. Mom got so emotional about everything. But, Dad he was cool. I could discuss stuff with him. Where Mom cried about stuff, Dad would tell me to stop wasting time crying, and use that time to think about what I could do to change whatever it was.

That sounds like good advice.

(Bev)(She shifts around on her chair like she’s uncomfortable with what she needs to say)Well, yeah.Mostly.

What do you mean “mostly”?

(Bev)(Her brows scrunch down and she stares for a moment at her hands, clasped together in her lap) It wasn’t until quite some time after Rene died, and you know, everything else started happening, that I finally realized: with Dad it was all about logic and action, but it was Mom who let me feel.

Sounds like a person needs to do both of those things—think and feel.

(Bev smiles) Yeah, that’s what I learned. Eventually.

What was the second most important thing you learned during that time?

(Bev’s face falls into serious lines)I learned that #family shouldn’t keep #secrets from each other, especially not from their kids.

But aren’t there good reasons to keep things from #children?

(Bev firmly shakes her head) No. If a kid knows what’s going on in the family, we can find a way to cope. It’s when we’re kept ignorant of what is really happening that we get confused by conflicting messages that our parents don’t even realize they are sending out.

(Bev tilts her head and gives me a considering look) Do you know why I wanted my biography to be titled Good Intentions?

(I shake my head)No, I don’t know why you insisted on that title.

(Bev bites her lower lip then speaks) A friend of mine—and I don’t know where the quote came from—but she said, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” That’s what happened to my family. Everyone had good intentions when they made their decisions, especially the decision to keep me in the dark. Those good intentions were like cobblestones set in the street that we were traveling down. And that street led straight to the hell that our lives became.

Wow. That’s a heavy message. (We both take a sip of cold coffee from the mugs we’d forgotten were even there.) There you have it folks. Family secrets, even when they are kept with the best of intentions, can really bring a lot of sorrow to your loved ones. So, whenever you’re tempted to tell your children something less than the truth, please remember how much pain you might eventually cause.

Thank you, Bev, for coming today, and for sharing what has been a painful journey of self-discovery in your biography, Good Intentions.

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Mountain Springs House Publishing, #MSH, will release the second edition of Good Intentions later this month of July. Please stay tuned to this blog for the final release date.

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Interview with Allison Bruning, Author/Publisher

Today I have the great pleasure of interviewing Allison Bruning. I read Ms. Bruning’s book, Calico: Children of the Shawnee. I enjoy some history with my fiction, so I was impressed with the satisfying, complex read. Once I began reading, I was loathe to put it down.

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“What inspired you to write Calico when you’re not even Native American descent?”

I cannot tell you how many times I get this question. To tell you the truth I absolutely love it, too. Growing up in Ohio I was bombarded with funny names such as Chillicothe, Wapakoneta, Mohican, and Cincinnati. The memorials of the Native American tribes who had once inhabited Ohio were in the names of our towns, camps (I went to Camp Wakatomika as a youth), and streets. Although, as far as I know, my family has no Native American heritage I was often drawn to the history and culture of these people. Calico has been in the market for two years now. It’s drawn a lot of attention from Native Americans. Most Native Americans that I meet are shocked to learn that I do not have any native blood in me. I have been adopted by a Delaware woman who tells me I am more of a sister to her than her own sister and a Creek shaman who thinks of me like his granddaughter. I am a good friend with a Navajo medicine woman and her family. All of the natives who meet me tell me that my heart bleeds red but my skin is white. I hold a Native American healer’s spirit in me although I walk this life as a white woman. I am very honored by the First Nations to think of me as one of their own.

When I was a child I was taught that the Shawnee were vicious people who murdered white men and raped their women. As I grew older I began to realize just how one sided the American history books are when it comes to dealing with Native American history, especially in the media. We often see the Shawnee in movies, television shows and books portrayed as bloodthirsty savages bent on raping women and killing men. It dehumanizes them. American history teaches us that the British and latter Americans were rescuing women and children from the Shawnee. They’d raze their settlements, rescue the poor white damsel in distress then off they go back to civilization with the female where she’s joyfully reunited with her family. The End! Isn’t that a nice fairytale? The savages are defeated and our hero saves the day.

But did you know that many of the women who had been “rescued” by the British or Americans actually ran right back to their captors? Why would these women go back to the natives who had captured them? Was it some sort of Stockholm syndrome? No, the white women of the 18th century often times left for their captors because they had more freedom in a native village than in a European colony.

This thinking goes against what we have been taught about the native population. On the contrary, a woman was valued more in native cultures than a man. When she was traveling with a man she would carry their belongings and be behind him. Why? So she would be protected! Think about it. The Shawnee were at war with the white man for a long time. He couldn’t carry his belongings and be prepared to fight should they be attacked. It was his duty to protect the women, children and elders.

In camp, the women were in charge of the fields and housework while her husband was laying around. Why was the man so lazy? He wasn’t. He was often hunting, fishing and protecting the village. Sometimes a man needs his rest but don’t think he wasn’t aware of his surroundings. In a moment’s notice, he would be able to defend his wife and family should the village be attacked.

“Allison, why didn’t the Shawnee men ever look at their wives when a white man was around?”

Would you want your enemy to know which women meant the most to you? He ignored her to protect her. You never know just how far someone would go to hurt another. Another thing to think about. If the Shawnee did not value their women then why did their laws insist anyone who hurts a woman receive double the punishment than if they had hurt a man?

When I wrote Calico’s character I had decided to make her the daughter of a French Fur Trapper. Why? Because I wanted to show my readers the truth. The British were so hell bent on saving every single white woman from the native population they never took time to consider whether or not the woman was actually British. As long as someone looked white the British would retrieve her. The problem with this is that not all white women were actually British. Some of them were the daughters of French traders who had married into the population. A French woman would marry into the tribe to secure a tighter trade relationship between her father and the native population.

If, in the event, a European woman was ever captured she would walk the gauntlet and then be adopted into a native family. Why? To replace the dead wife or child of a native person. Men on the other hand were often considered a threat. The natives knew if a man was adopted he might cause more harm then good. It was all about survival. I wanted my readers to understand these points through the eyes of a female who lived with the Shawnee.

Before I wrote Calico I had read a book called “Follow the River” by James Alexander Thom. I had watched the movie with my husband. While it was a good attempt to show a different side of the story, that is to honor the Shawnee, I felt it was lacking a lot. I decided to write Calico to fill in the cultural gaps this book left.

An interesting thing to think about is this as well. The natives were not the only ones who were kidnapping women and children. The British did so in order to provide labor for their slave market. The native populations didn’t just attack a British village for kicks, they often times did so in order to free those who had been captured by the British.

AUTHOR BIO:
Allison Bruning has had a passion for writing since childhood. She originally hails from Marion, Ohio, but lives in Louisville, Kentucky, with her husband and their Australian Cattle Dog, Lakota Sioux.

Her father, Roland Irving Bruning, was the son of German immigrants who came to the United States at the turn of the 20th century. Her mother’s family had immigrated from Scotland, Ireland and England during the 17th century.

Allison is a member of the Daughters of American Revolution, tracing her linage to Private Rueben, Messenger of Connecticut. She enjoys family stories, history and genealogy.

Her educational background includes a BA in Theatre Arts with a minor in Anthropology and a Texas Elementary Teaching certificate. Both were acquired at Sul Ross State University in Alpine, Texas. Allison received National Honor Society memberships in both Theatre Arts and Communication. She was also honored her sophomore year with admission into the All American Scholars register. She holds graduate hours in Cultural Anthropology and Education. In 2007, Allison was named Who’s Who Among America’s Educators. She is also the recipient of the Girl Scout Silver and Gold Awards. Allison will receive her Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing at Full Sail University on June 28, 2013.

Her books, Reflections: Poems and Essays and Calico: Children of the Shawnee (Book 1), are published by Mountain Springs House.

She is currently working on Passions Awakenings, book one of a high fantasy erotica series titled Draconian Corazon that will be released this summer. She is also working on a historical fiction series known as The Secret Heritage that takes place in early 20th century Ohio. Elsa, book one of the series, will be released in the fall.

Allison’s interests include Ohio Valley history, anthropology, travel, culture, history, camping, hiking, backpacking, spending time with her family, and genealogy.
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She can be found on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/AllisonBruning.
She is also on twitter @emeraldkell.
Her blog can be found at http://allisonbruning.blogspot.com.
Her author page on Goodreads is http://www.goodreads.com/emeraldkell
Her Amazon author page may be found at http://amzn.to/LZ0UsT