My Footsteps on the Trail of ‘98: Part 2

By Georgeanne Irvine

My toes have now traipsed on the Trail of ’98 and my heart is filled with a gold mine of treasured memories from the experience!  I’m just back from a splendid trip to Alaska, where I was the guest enrichment lecturer on a Silverseas Cruise ship.  In my June 1 blog, I explained how the upcoming trip inspired my interest in the Alaska (Klondike) Gold Rush of 1898, especially because my grandfather, Pete, was a Klondiker.  He trekked the Chilkoot Trail in bone-chilling 40-below-zero temperatures, rescued other prospectors who were buried in the famous Chilkoot Pass avalanche, shot the perilous White Horse rapids, survived typhoid fever, and encountered the notorious con man, Soapy Smith.  This blog picks up where the other left off.

To Talk or Not to Talk About the Klondike

The day my three Klondike Gold Rush books arrived in the mail, I immediately read two and skimmed the third.  I continued my online research, downloaded more historical photos, restored the family photos of Pete’s adventures, and reviewed two additional Gold Rush books from my sister.  Even so, I hadn’t decided whether I should or would include a talk about Pete’s Gold Rush experience in my cruise ship lecture repertoire.  I had been asked to prepare four talks about critters and conservation because my expertise is animal stories.  In addition, the Alaska expert on the cruise would undoubtedly lecture about the Gold Rush.  Pete’s story was a personal, first-hand account of this dramatic moment in history, though, so I emailed the Silverseas enrichment program manager with my suggested non-animal topic.  Within seven minutes he responded, “What a wonderful idea! Nothing like personal experiences to get people’s attention.” 

Are Two Klondike Talks Better Than One?

In late July our ship, the Silver Shadow, set sail from Vancouver en route to several Alaskan ports including Skagway, a gateway city to the Gold Rush.  My three animal talks plus Blazing the Trail of 1898: My Grandfather’s Experience as an Alaska Gold Rush Klondiker were Powerpoint ready.  As I expected, the Alaska expert was featuring a talk about Gold Rush history.  I was OK with that because I knew my story was unique—until one of the staff said he was surprised that two lecturers were speaking on the same topic.  Gulp!  What should I do?  I had prepared several extra animal presentations.  Should I scrap my Klondike tale for Bentley the Tree Kangaroo’s Big Apple Adventure?  No…at least yet.

Instead, I took a break from studying my own presentations to listen the other Klondike talk.  I wanted to see how similar it was to mine.  Trail of the Argonauts: The Great Klondike Gold Rush was fascinating but very different!  What a relief!  A few of the photos overlapped but that was inconsequential because the two talks truly complemented each other.  The Alaska expert's historical perspective of the Gold Rush set the stage for Pete’s personal experience—and the passengers attended and loved both of our talks!  To my surprise, I received more compliments on my Klondike tale than any of my animal presentations.

The Grand Finale

My Alaskan adventure was filled with incredible wildlife sightings, from orcas and humpback whales to sea otters and spawning salmon.  We explored fjords, gazed at glorious glaciers, posed for pictures on the pontoon of our float plane after it landed on a glacial lake, and meandered through rain forests lush from the 150 inches of annual precipitation.  My most magical experience, however, was a misty morning on the Chilkoot Trail, sloshing through mud, slipping on rocks, and climbing steep hills, all in memory of Pete!  The guide was ecstatic because I was the first Klondiker descendent he had ever met.  He treated me like a celebrity plus he wanted to know every detail about Pete’s story on the Trail of ’98.

Although we hiked a mere 2.5 miles of the Chilkoot Trail’s 33 miles, just being in the area made me feel closer to Pete, who has been gone for 45 years.  (Note that the remaining part of his journey to gold country was another 550 miles.)  At the end of our hike we floated by raft down the Taiya River to what was once Dyea, the boom town from which my grandfather’s journey began.  I was amazed—and delighted—to find that Dyea has been reclaimed by nature.  It is now a wildlife-rich forest on the edge of an estuary, inhabited by black bears, bald eagles, porcupines, deer, and many more animals. 

I can never retrace or relive Pete’s extraordinary adventure but I can imagine and appreciate the hardships he endured as well as share his pioneering spirit through my Klondike talk, which now has an animal element after all.

San Diego native Georgeanne Irvine has devoted more than three decades of her career to raising awareness about animals and wildlife conservation. By day, she is associate director of development communications for the San Diego Zoo, where she has worked for 34 years. George is also the author of more than 20 children’s books, plus numerous magazine, newspaper, and Web articles. George’s most recent work is the coffee table book, The Katrina Dolphins: One-Way Ticket to Paradise, which is a true story about 8 dolphins from an oceanarium that were washed out to sea during Hurricane Katrina in 2005 and dramatically rescued a few weeks later.

Fondling A Few August Nuggets

By Divina Infusino

Summer is one of the most inactive times in the publishing industry. A few major houses still practice the decades-old custom of taking off on Friday afternoons so they can beat the traffic to the Hamptons for the weekend. (Now that is a symptom of an old industry.)

The newer outlets for publishing are busier than ever, however. As I buzzed around this summer to publishing panels, I picked up a few bits and trinkets of information along the way.

Byliner.com and the Single

Byliner.com caused a stir when it published Jon Krakauer's Three Cups of Deceit. I took note of the book for three reasons:

It refuted the premise of the much talked about book on Middle Eastern culture, Three Cups of Tea;

Three Cups of Deceit sold more than 75,000 copies, which is a very good showing for such a book;

It came out as a "single."

A single, as Byliner.com's founder told us in a panel on e-publishing, is a work ranging between 5,000 and 30,000 words, that is meant to be read in one sitting. The form is perfect for e-publishing because something of that length can be read easily on an e-reader or a mobile device. Amazon, Apple and Nook all accommodate the single.

As a writer, all I could do was think "finally." I never really understood why publishing and most media did not accommodate this length of work. I presumed the reasons had something to do with printing and distributions costs. If so, e-publishing bypasses those concerns and can claim the single niche for itself.

Byliner.com acts like a traditional house in the sense it chooses which authors and titles the company will publish under its moniker. With Krakauer's success, Byliner. com has gone out and cherry-picked for its roster some of the best-selling names in books, including Elizabeth Gilbert (East, Pray, Love).
But what makes the single truly disruptive is that any business or entity can more readily act as a singles publisher.

Some of the major news organizations have jumped on the form. Why? Because e-publishing is fast. Byliner.com claimed that once it agrees on a book to publish, it can put it on sale in eight hours.

For a news operation, this is a bonanza. Greece threatens to default on its debt? A single on Greece's history on defaults and financial troubles--say 10,000 words or so-- could accompany a news article or broadcast on the current news event, providing some background. Michael Phelps leaves London with enough gold to set off a chorus of airport security alerts? A nice little 20,000  word single bio could satiate the public's immediate hunger to know more about the swimming hero.

But news organizations are accustomed to publishing. The single--not so long that it requires months of research and not so short that is appears inconsequential--has made it possible for a corporation, a non-profit, a cause or a political campaign to develop a publishing arm.

E-publishing has only begun to change not only the publishing landscape but the cultural one as well.

See below.

Vook and the Multi-media Book

Vook is an inexpensive technology that enables you to publish an e-book with photos, audio and video. This is truly multi-media publishing and for about $100, the technology for such a hybrid is available to most anyone.  And it is relatively easy, with drag and drop functions and simple uploads.

Vook could be a boon for children's books, business books, and any subject that cries for visuals as well as text. But I shuddered at the thought of what Vook would mean for fiction. (That is a subject for another blog).

If Vook is really that easy to use, looks good and works well, it could create a new form of publishing and new opportunities for writers. And if it is not all that it's cracked up to be, something else will take its place in the future. Once technology identifies a hole, it will fill it eventually.


50 Shades of Gray and the Library

The librarian got up in front of the audience to bash the short term life of digital rights. Apparently, major publishers grant digital rights to a library for a certain number of reads and when it is finished, the library must buy it again. Now, this was not your Marion the Librarian speaking. Her hair was dyed black and clipped irregularly, she wore layers of back lace and leather in some semblance of steam punk fashion and she had more make-up on than anyone else in the room. She was a hipster librarian--very smart and savvy.

Much of digital rights discussion rushed passed me. But my ears pricked up when she made an off-handed comment about the mommy-porn sensation--and perhaps the first real e-publishing phenomenon--50 Shades of Gray.  She said the book's popularity started in the libraries.

It did?

After the panel, I cornered her. What did she mean?

Her bright red lips slipped into a smile. She leaned in and whispered: "The library has an incredible collection of erotica. We just don't label it that way."

I walked away thinking that while publishing and distribution may change and even modify the content, some works are perennial no matter the form.

I also checked to make sure my library card was up-to-date.

Unanswered Questions

by LAUREL CORONA

As past readers know, I have been in a transition period in my personal life, which has extended quite naturally into my life as a writer. I began my last SDWW post like this:

“I can’t write about writing or the writing life today, because I am not doing any of the former, and as to the latter, I don’t have one.”

I still haven’t opened the file on either my novel being marketed presently, or the one I had just finished drafting when my husband, Jim, was showing signs that the end of his life was near. Now, they both seem like a dream from a different world, and it’s fortunate that neither demands my attention.

I suppose once you’re published you are permanently an author, but I don’t want to picture myself in the future telling someone that I used to write. I do self-identify as an author, and it has been a bit concerning to me how my interest in writing vanished overnight.

I don’t kick myself about it. I just have questions about that aspect of my life. Of course I do. I have questions about every aspect of my life as I refashion myself in my new reality.

Writers constantly engage in self-questioning even when they are at their most productive, and I think that this ongoing questioning may play a big role in keeping us motivated.

I don’t mean the big question that plagues novice writers: Can I do this? Or, to give it a little more bite, can I do this without embarrassing myself? Can I do this well enough to get published? How about to make a living at it? Writers have many of those kinds of questions starting out.

I think I speak for most of my author friends when I say that we don’t go there anymore. Though the blank page, or computer screen, is just as formidable an obstacle the tenth time as the first, the question of whether we will be able to come up with a finished, marketable product has already been answered in the affirmative, in some cases many times over.

I had an artist friend in graduate school who painted the most exquisite watercolor landscapes. She told me that painters look at a new work as a problem they want to solve. Rembrandt might have wanted to work on how shadows fell across a nose; Ingres might have wanted to work on that subtle area just under the eyes, which I have been told is one of the most difficult challenges of portrait painting.

As writers gain experience, we move from the question of whether we can do it in a general sense, to whether we can meet more specific challenges. I knew my time to write Young Adult library books was at an end not because I didn’t like learning the things I wrote about, or couldn’t use the money, but because there were no questions left about me as a writer in that kind of work.

Historical fiction opened up a phalanx of new worries. Can I write vivid descriptions of places? Can I differentiate characters by mannerisms and speech? Can I sustain a plot over 350-400 pages? Can I write a death scene? A sex scene? A battle scene? Can I write from the point of view of a child? Can I condense time effectively? Can I foreshadow?

Those questions, and others, are answered now. As a result, the challenge now lies in part in keeping myself engaged about continuing to write novels now that I know I can do it.

So as I relax into my new life, I can’t predict where my writing will go. I can’t say, though, as I did in my last post that I don’t have a writing life. I do. It just hasn’t quite shown me yet what it will be.

On a Personal Note, About LOST GIRLS

By Caitlin Rother

When I set out to write LOST GIRLS, I tried to assure John Gardner's mother, Cathy Osborn, that she would stop being the target of blame once the book was released. I would be the one to take the hits. And as most people in San Diego who watched or read the news have witnessed over the past month, I was right.

I don't need to feel validated by being right, especially in this context. I just want to say that my determination to hold my course was fueled by my deep-seated belief that no matter what the blowback, I would not stray from my journalistic ideals, because I truly believed that my research and writing could foster much needed change.

Today, after a month that started out with personal and professional attacks and also resulted in a tremendous outpouring of support and encouragement from fellow authors, former newspaper colleagues and total strangers, I don't regret for a moment my decision to write LOST GIRLS, the story behind the rape and murder of San Diego area teens Chelsea King and Amber Dubois by sexual predator John Gardner.

I will say it again. I am sorry for the loss of Chelsea's and Amber's parents and I am sorry that they feel “deeply hurt” by this book, because that was not my intention. My intention was to honor their daughters' memory by working to prevent future victims from falling to the same fate.

Despite being described by some critics as greedy, repulsive, disgusting, and insensitive, I am choosing to focus on the polar opposite comments from supporters who described me as calm, rational, gracious and compassionate throughout these past weeks, not to mention in the sensitive way I wrote the book. I'm especially grateful for the positive and supportive e-mails and reviews from law-enforcement sources, defense attorneys, prosecutors and government officials, expressing their appreciation and hope that the book will open some eyes.

Here’s the bottom line: If it took me being a target of anger and controversy for people to read LOST GIRLS, absorb and process the red flags in Gardner's life as well as the multiple flaws in the system that allowed him to roam free and kill these two girls, then so be it. As a society, let's now take advantage of this anger and direct it toward fostering change and furthering public education to spark new legislation, changes in regulations or at the very least to create a new awareness of what genetic and environmental factors can produce sexual predators like Gardner. Let's do further study of the systemic holes I’ve identified so we can put some protections in place to protect ourselves – and the predators from themselves, once they go into freefall.

In the end, I feel that the blowback has been worth the personal toll it took, that my goal of trying to spur lively debate has been met and for that I am grateful. I can only hope that people will stay fired up enough to keep the momentum going so we may find some answers to these difficult problems.

For me, this is my most important book to date and that's why I put so much time and effort into telling the story right, proactively addressing the needs of all the families involved, both Gardner’s and the victims’ – because I knew this content would be so personal and so potentially inflammatory.

I'd like to add a couple of personal notes for the record: One, I am no stranger to tragedy or media scrutiny into my personal life, and perhaps that’s partly why I'm so drawn to this genre. And two, I am not a mother, a point that a few critics jumped on to accuse me of ignoring how the victim's parents would feel about the book. That said, I always wanted to have children, one if not two, and I married a man at 33 with that very purpose in mind.

My husband, who was at one time a public figure -- the chief investment officer of the San Diego County pension fund -- fell from grace and was written up in the newspaper more than once. He was an alcoholic who was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, the same disorder as Wayne Adam Ford, the other serial rapist killer I wrote about in my book BODY PARTS.  While my husband was the CIO and I was a reporter at The San Diego Union-Tribune, he was arrested for stealing items from the gift shop at the Phoenician resort in Arizona, where he was attending a professional conference.

I learned after his death in April 1999 – from the police report that he hid from me – that he'd been in an alcoholic blackout at the time of his arrest. He was not only an alcoholic but a compulsive spender of his personal money. But he was so ashamed of being a man broken by his addiction that he chose to let the public – and the beneficiaries of the San Diego County Employees Retirement Association – believe that he was a thief so he didn’t have to reveal his flaws during the civil service commission public hearing process. That decision cost him the job he loved so much, and perpetuated a downward spiral that ultimately took his life. 

After being sober for a year and two 911 calls I’d made – once to report him as a 5150 (deeming him a danger to himself or others) for making suicidal threats and once after he picked up a bat when I tried to take away his vodka bottle – he relapsed one too many times. I told him our marriage was over, and he committed suicide several days after our last phone call, during which I asked if he felt as though he were going to hurt himself and he said no. He was severely depressed; he couldn't live with alcohol and he couldn't live without it. 

And there, for the record, went my dream of having children. It was just too late and I decided it would be too selfish to have one on my own.  When I spoke of his alcoholism and depression in his obituary, I received e-mails thanking me for helping to remove the stigma. I feel the same way now, as if I'm navigating some of the same waters by writing this book and dealing with all the questions about my integrity and motivations.

Maybe now people will better understand why I really write these books, that I personally do understand tragedy, and how I can and do empathize with the victims and their families. If I were trying to make money, believe me, I would've gone into a different field. But I think I'm right where I belong, doing what I love, because the work is so rewarding.

I hope some of you can join me for my last scheduled book talk/signing for the summer, tomorrow, Saturday, July 21 at 3 pm at the Rancho San Diego library in El Cajon.

New York Times bestselling author Caitlin Rother, a Pulitzer-nominee who worked as an investigative reporter for nearly 20 years, has written or co-authored eight books: Poisoned Love, Deadly Devotion/Where Hope Begins, My Life, Deleted, Body Parts, Twisted Triangle, Naked Addiction, and Dead Reckoning. Her latest book is Lost Girls, about the murder of innocents Chelsea King and Amber Dubois by sexual predator John Gardner. For more information, please check her website, http://caitlinrother.com.

Wrestling the Black Bear: On Editing and the Editorial Letter

by Margaret Dilloway


A few weeks ago, my agent sent back a longish editorial letter for my new work in progress, which concerns a 12th century samurai woman and two half-Japanese contemporary women.

About a week before he read it, I had a new idea. I e-mailed him asking if I should include an additional samurai-era character. He said go for it, so I added her in.

This resulted in the longest manuscript I've ever written, with four points-of-view. Not only that, a good half of it is historical fiction, which I have never before attempted.

Yep, I jumped into rougher waters than usual, but I managed to swim. Barely, it felt like.

Thus, due to the historical and highly ambitious nature of the book (plus it is now 581 pages!) I was already extra anxious when I sent it to my agent (also, it'll be our first book together, so I really wanted him to love it).

When I received his editorial letter, my first reaction, as it always is when I get an editorial letter, was DESPAIR. I ignored all the good and nice things he said about it and looked at the rest and thought, 'Dear Lord! How am I ever going to do all this?' and stared at his comments for a couple of days.

Then, I actually read the letter more closely. Once my frazzled brain slept on it, I determined it wasn't a)entirely bad and b) how to break it down to do the work.

My husband says I panic too easily when faced with a letter like this. This is true. However, I think despair is definitely a stage you have to work through.

So I've composed some advice to my future self, when I get my next letter and have to wrestle the bear.

• Accept your despair/anxiety as normal.
• Let the thing marinate for a few days. Then reread it. It probably won't be as overwhelming.
• Think about whether or not you agree. Circle the items you agree with, or otherwise make an action plan.
• Consider doing a few different editing rounds. For example,  one editing round might be to just to add a single aspect, like setting, to each scene. Another editing round could be for dialogue or certain subplots.
• Check off the things on your master to-do list as you go through and make changes.
• Be open to the fact that the list might necessitate changes the editor didn't think of.

Another editing trick:
If you hate deleting your ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT scenes that are not necessary to the story, make another file titled CUT SCENES. Put your cut scenes in there. It will make you feel like you're not deleting them, plus you can use them again, or parts of them, if you need to.