Thursday, December 30, 2010

Alexandra Sokoloff is teaching an online course!

Alexandra Sokoloff is teaching an online course: only $15.00
Check out her site for details. The course runs a little over 2 weeks.

Hope you'll join me.  



Sunday, December 26, 2010

The True Story of Rudolph

A man named Bob May, depressed and brokenhearted, stared out his drafty apartment window into the chilling December night.

His 4-year-old daughter Barbara sat on his lap quietly sobbing. Bob's wife, Evelyn, was dying of cancer Little Barbara couldn't understand why her mommy could never come home. Barbara looked up into her dad's eyes and asked, "Why isn't Mommy just like everybody else's Mommy?" Bob's jaw tightened and his eyes welled with tears. Her question brought waves of grief, but also of anger. It had been the story of Bob's life. Life always had to be different for Bob.

Small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys. He was too little at the time to compete in sports. He was often called names he'd rather not remember. From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to fit in. Bob did complete college, married his loving wife and was grateful to get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward during the Great Depression. Then he was blessed with his little girl. But it was all short-lived. Evelyn's bout with cancer stripped them of all their savings and now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in a two-room apartment in the Chicago slums. Evelyn died just days before Christmas in 1938.

Bob struggled to give hope to his child, for whom he couldn't even afford to buy a Christmas gift. But if he couldn't buy a gift, he was determined to make one - a storybook! Bob had created an animal character in his own mind and told the animal's story to little Barbara to give her comfort and hope. Again and again Bob told the story, embellishing it more with each telling. Who was the character? What was the story all about? The story Bob May created was his own autobiography in fable form. The character he created was a misfit outcast like he was. The name of the character? A little reindeer named Rudolph, with a big shiny nose. Bob finished the book just in time to give it to his little girl on Christmas Day. But the story doesn't end there.

The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little storybook and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the rights to print the book. Wards went on to print,_ Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer_ and distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their stores. By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed more than six million copies of Rudolph. That same year, a major publisher wanted to purchase the rights from Wards to print an updated version of the book.

In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned all rights back to Bob May. The book became a best seller. Many toy and marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a growing family, became wealthy from the story he created to comfort his grieving daughter. But the story doesn't end there either.

Bob's brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation to Rudolph. Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists as Bing Crosby and Dinah Shore , it was recorded by the singing cowboy, Gene Autry.  "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer" was released in 1949 and became a phenomenal success, selling more records than any other Christmas song, with the exception of "White Christmas."
The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago kept on returning back to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the lesson, just like his dear friend Rudolph, that being different isn't so bad. In fact, being different can be a blessing.


Thursday, December 23, 2010


The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.

Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go."
"Not without something hot in your belly." George said.

He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."

Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.
"You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.

"But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."

George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.

George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to
himself. So he put a new one on.

"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.

As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."

George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.

"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance."

The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.

He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."

George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."

George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.
"None for me," said the officer.
"Oh, yer gonna drink this.  Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.

The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.

"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."

The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"

The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."

He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pea shooter away."

George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week."

George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."

The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."
"Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said.
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"

"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.

Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."

George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.

"That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued.
"Yep,"  George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."

The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"

Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything."

"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems."

George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."

The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."

"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."

George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.

"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home to your family."

The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."

"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."

George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"

"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"

"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."

The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.

The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.

"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again."

The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."

George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

"You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."

George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus."

author unknown

--Merry Christmas Everyone

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Cluculz Lake Froze Over

As you can see by the photographs below, after a period of just a few days, yesterday morning the lake froze. Sadly, I haven't seen an eagle since. Does this mean they've probably gone to another lake to feed? Yes. I'm going to miss them.

Thanks to everyone who participated in my When Will The Lake Freeze Over contest.

Congratulations Carol J. Garvin. Your pick of December 20th was right on, Carol. Thanks so much for participating. It was fun. Please enjoy your autographed copy of my suspense thriller Dead Witness. And thank you everyone else for joining in the fun. In fact, let's do this again in the spring.
--Merry Christmas

Monday, December 20, 2010


Do you know that one of the most commonly misspelled words in the English language is--"misspelled"? That sneaky double s has tripped more than a few people.

Just as most misspellings of proper names are due to variations from the "regular" spellings, other frequently misspelled words achieve that status by violating convention. Remember the grade-school spelling rule "i before e except after c or when sounded like a as in neighbor and weigh"? But... how do you spell "height"?

You form plurals by adding s; but then how do you explain "mouse" and "mice"? Or "woman" and "women"? Or "goose" and "geese"--and for that matter, why is the plural of "mongoose" still “mongooses”?

And what about words that are spelled one way and pronounced another--and letter combinations for which there seem to be no conventional pronunciations? Why does "knife" have a k in it? Why doesn't "dough" rhyme with "rough," nor "key" with "obey," nor "plow" with "tow"?

Be grateful if you learned English in toddlerhood. The more-or-less-official tongue of international business is perhaps the hardest language in the world for adults to master. Blame a centuries-long habit of freely adopting words from other languages, no doubt aided and abetted by the British Empire period.

Nonetheless, and like it or not, people still see sloppy spelling as a sign of ignorance or carelessness or both. Blind faith in your spell checker is not an advisable solution: few computers can tell the difference between "twenty-four resources" and "twenty for Resources." At times, we all have to revert to the ancient "look it up" method.

However, no dictionary can help if you're so uncertain of a spelling that you can’t find it in the alphabetical list or keyword search, or if you're like the college student who lamented, "My professors say I have to learn to look up words when I'm in doubt--but I'm never in doubt!" The only thing resembling preventive medicine is to review likely-to-be-misspelled words until the correct spelling is burned into your memory. Do you have "misspelled" straight? Good; now here are ten more words to memorize before drafting your next business proposal:
1. Accidentally
2. Calendar
3. Consensus
4. Guarantee
5. Indispensable
6. License
7. Occurrence
8. Personnel
9. Relevant
10. Stationery (as in "writing paper," not to be confused with stationary, which means "motionless")

When you have all those right, visit the "Most Often Misspelled Words" page at for a top-100 list and some useful memory aids....

...the word for which is spelled M-N-E-M-O-N-I-C-S and pronounced “knee-MAWN-iks.”

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Katherine Swarts, Spread the Word's founder, owner, and head copywriter, has been writing professionally for more than ten years—and reading voraciously for as long as she can remember.

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Thursday, December 16, 2010

Fighting Change: Trust Your Instinct

There's talk lately on the merits of purchasing your own domain name. (Rather than someone else's?) Lucky for me my name isn't common: Joylene Nowell Butler. Nor is my handle: CluculzWriter. And, to tell you the truth, (not that I lie every other moment) I'm not anxious to buy my own domain name, or to switch from Blogger to Wordpress. I could complain about some of the glitches in Blogger, but who'd want to listen?

Is it because I'm lazy and can't make the effort? Could it be I have an underlying fear of one more step up the techno ladder? Or am I truly afraid of change?

Change never has come easy for me. Though I embrace the internet and all it offers, the speed at which my world is changing, I'll admit, is often intimidating. (I hesitate to admit stuff) Not so much scary as disturbing. Maybe that's why, if I'm not writing or watching old movies from the forties and fifties or Polar Express for the twentieth time, I'm snapping photographs of the eagles soaring past my window. It's predawn here and already I see wide, dark shadows flying past.

Yesterday, two of our four cats sat on the balcony and watched the skies. Yes, I raced outside and brought Fluffy in when I spotted him baiting the eagles. Silly cat. Likely he'd be too heavy for an eagle to pick up, but I wasn't taking any chances.

Admittedly, my bout of melancholy isn't uncommon for this time of year. I suspect part of it is because I'm cold. I miss my parents and our twins. Focusing on my writing helps. But while I continually like to challenge my creative self, recently a few of my Canadian critique partners noted some discrepancies in my take on the investigative protocol of the RCMP. [Royal Canadian Mounted Police]

That's why my dear neighbour took time out during a busy schedule to have a cup of tea with me. Marian, a newly retired corporal in the Vanderhoof detachment, had much to offer. After spending two hours helping me understand new terminology and some of the changes since E-Pana was formed to investigate the Highway of Tears, I knew I had extensive rewrites to perform.

My current WIP, Omatiwak: Woman Who Cries, sequel to Broken But Not Dead, is the story of a RCMP investigator and his relationship with the elderly widow to an important politician, murdered in chapter one. Brendell Kisepisim Meshango, protagonist of Broken But Not Dead is also a prominent figure strongly connected to the two protagonists.

After speaking to Marian, I let the information stew in my brain for a few days. I had to. To ask a writer to cut several scenes from a manuscript, especially an entire chapter, possibly two, is equivalent to expecting them to remove their own wisdom teeth. The process is excruciating.

But it has to be done. My protagonist, Corporal Danny Killian, the primary on the investigation into the murder of former Minister Leland Warner, arrives at the crime scene in chapter two last. Marian thinks it's because I've watched too many American crime shows that I got things backwards. I haven't watched television lately, but I've years of influence from down south locked up in my brain.
                                           Look closely and you'll see 2 adult bald eagles and their offspring. Plus the ice is freezing.
After four days of work, I've finally completed the rewrites for chapter two. I'm on a run now, so I don't dare digress. Actually, this blog was meant to encourage those of you who are in similar situations. Trust that if you feel something is amiss with a scene or a chapter, you're probably right. Seek out help where you can find it. I know not everybody has a cop living on their road, but you'd be amazed at how eager they are to help down at the local police station. It's one of the reason Christmas does exist during the rest of the year. All around you, people want to make a difference.

If you can't see the other two eagles, it's because I took the shot at a distance of about 67 yards with a digital camera not meant to take photographs that far away. The female is directly above the larger bald eagle in the middle of the shot, and their youngster is just above her and to the left.

--Merry Christmas

Tuesday, December 14, 2010


Check out Alexandra Sokoloff's blog. She's a wizard at explaining STORY BREAKDOWN and making it appear easy. I can't tell you how many times I've been stuck, stopped writing, went back to one of her posts, read it twice, then returned to my work. Honestly, the woman is an outstanding teacher. Good writer, too. Her blog is full of screenwriting tips for authors.

Before you take a trip over to Alex's blog at I'm sorry to report that Cluculz Lake hasn't frozen over yet; and the eagles are still pulling my attention away from my work. (I'm not actually sorry about the lake not being frozen. Winter is long enough. Actually, I'm not sorry about the eagles either) The ice is moving closer, but we need many more days of below freezing for that to happen. Today and yesterday was 2 and 5 above Celsius. Some of the eagle shots I had to take through the window because they flew by so fast.

Yes, that white stuff is ice.

Golden Eagle
A golden eagle and a bald eagle. Not particularly friendly toward each other.
I had to take this one of the Golden Eagle through the glass because he kept disappearing before I could get outside. Eagles are not very cooperative subjects.
 --Merry Christmas

Thursday, December 9, 2010


CRAZY might be an over-statement. Depending on who you speak to Wikileaks is either serious, dangerous, or the proverbial Robin Hood. I'm not here to debate the pros and cons, but do say that maybe it's time to reevaluate online security. While this Wikileaks issue continues to escalate, various high profile websites have been forced to shut down. Why not take the added precaution and backup everything you store online onto your computer? Just in case those host sites do close down and leave you unable to access your blog or sites.

The experts say it's time to make a more secure network. Unsure what that even means, I'm going to backup my computer onto an external drive at the end of each day. It may seem like overkill, but I for one would be devastated if my blog, online photos, and files suddenly weren't accessible. With a backup, I'd know they were still there.

I wasn't actually concerned until yesterday morning when I received an email from Paypal saying my payment of $93 had gone through. I was awake enough to remember I didn't buy anything from this particular seller. Instead of canceling the transaction and using my password to do so, I had the good sense to forward the message to Paypal. They emailed back to say they were taking immediate actions and thanked me for the alert. They went onto to say that I was saving a lot of unsuspecting clients the same problem. Paypal is one of the sites Wikileaks has targeted.

So, why not take added measures today to make certain your gems are safe. Here's a checklist:

1. Save a backup copy on all: external drive, cd, flashcard.
2. Print out a hard copy of the most valuable. 
3. Download your blog to your computer as often as you deem necessary.
4. Double backup.
5. Advise your friends and colleagues to do the same.

* * * * *

Update on the contest to win an autographed copy of my suspense thriller Dead Witness, the lake hasn't frozen over yet! Sorry to all those who guessed a date prior to December 9th. December 10th isn't looking any better. At least that's what the swans are saying.


Monday, December 6, 2010


JaxPop, Dave Ebright posted a review of my novel Ddead Witness on his blog. Please stop by and check it out when you have time. While you're there, check out his blog; he's got talent up the ying yang and fascinating things to say. 


Sunday, December 5, 2010

Ask PZM: December 2010 1st steps: domain names

1st steps: domain names

Q: My book is coming out in a few months. What are the most important first steps I should do now to prepare for an effective online presence?

Your very first steps should revolve around protecting your brand online. What does this mean?

First, get the URL (domain name) of the author name on your book – however your name is going to appear. (If you are using a pen name, it is probably a good idea to also get your own name besides the pen name.)

Get a .com domain name if it at all possible. If you have a very common name, perhaps also use your middle name, even if it is not appearing on the book cover, to ensure that people find you and not another person with the same name.

Second, get the URL of the name of the book. Again, if you have a rather generic book title such as “True Love” (I’m making this up for the purposes of this post), you might want to add something to the domain name. One possibility would be the name of your protagonist. So you might get the URL (always .com) even if the book title is simply “True Love.” (Or get both.)

Now this example connects to the third step. What if the book publisher has chosen a title that doesn’t really fit the book. For example, the title is “An Exciting Adventure.” This title could be about almost anything, but your novel is about being lost at sea.

You might, then, also get the URL in order to grab the attention of people interested in this type of adventure story. (We’ll call this a keyword title – a title with keywords to both attract people and search engine results when people are looking for such a story.)

Fourth, if you have a website built to promote your book (which you should), you can have the website actually built on one of the URLs. Then you can have the other URLs redirect to the home page of the website.

(An example of this is that my business partner has her URL author name redirect to the home page of her as-yet-unpublished Middle Grade novel )

How to use the different URLs when participating in online activities:

Use whichever URL is appropriate for your website activity at the moment. For example, suppose you are leaving a comment on a blog post regarding books about adventures at sea. Then use the URL as part of your signature at the end of the blog post comment you leave.

Or perhaps your book is featured on a book review site. In this case you would probably want to use the URL of the title of the book.

An interview about you and your writing aspirations might be best with the URL of your author name.

And, yes, if you want extra security you could get the same domain names with other extensions, such as .net. But as more and more extensions are being made available, this could get to be overkill.

Finally, it comes down to protecting your brand the same way companies protect their brand names. A book author is a company of one. Use your brand as often as possible to keep its identification connected to you.

Request: I would really like to answer any specific questions that you have. Please leave questions below or email Joylene with your questions for next month’s blog post.

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Saturday, December 4, 2010

Doing Nothing Can Be Healing.

I have absolutely nothing to say. Well, that's not entirely true. I understand now how kids can waste a day doing nothing. Or what we adults call "nothing".

I watched the eagles until my eyes crossed. Then I took a nap. But all day I carried my camera in my sweater pocket just in case. The first eagle passed around 7:10, but it was still too dark. I could hear them crying. A bald eagle flew by 10 minutes later; I ran outside, forgot my sweater, ran back in, forgot my slippers. In the shot he turned out as a tiny little dot. The rest of the day was like that. A bald eagle looked like a speck of dirt spot on my lens.

A golden eagle landed in my neighbour's tree. I knew he'd leave eventually, so I waited. My eyes began to water. If I blinked would he disappear? Sure enough. I glanced at one of my cats who was digging his prickly nails into my leg, trying to get my attention, and when I looked up the eagle was gone. How could he possibly know I looked away!

Sadly some of these photos aren't very clear because I shook from the cold. But the sunsets? Even I think I outdid myself.

Out in the middle of nowhere, one lone duck.Amazing.

I'm off to town for Christmas shopping today, but tomorrow no more photographs. I've got writing to do! I do understand how photographers become so obsessed over their work.

--Merry Christmas
ps. I no sooner declared my commitment to give up photographing eagles and two golden eagles and a bald eagle flew past together. It was amazing. 

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Bald Eagle or Golden Eagle?

I'm not sure. But I do know I'm not getting much work done.
12/02/2010 12 PM
As for when the lake will freeze over, like I've said from the beginning, it's anybody's guess. During that cold spell the 3rd week in November, I really thought it would freeze over before December. Just shows you what I know. Last year it was December 10th, during a particularly cold period. This year? If it doesn't freeze over in December, then I'll start the contest over again after Christmas. Thanks for hanging in there with me, everyone.

Merry Christmas.