The Whole Kit and Caboodle: Sears Kit Homes, and My Unfortunate Tendency to Get Caught Up in Research

 A Rave About Writing

I love learning new things. This characteristic has worked to my advantage throughout my career as a librarian by ensuring I remain fascinated with the day-to-day duties of the job.  The attribute has been equally helpful in my writing.

Unfortunately, just as my fictional characters’ negative traits are mirrored by their positive qualities, my virtue — curiosity — has its own lamentable flip side.

To put it bluntly: I get carried away.

In my first book, I created a character who would only wear Converse All-Star tennis shoes (on her feet, my internal editor insists I insert here. She would wear only Converse All-Stars on her feet! She also wore clothing.).

Somehow — and I take no credit for it — I ended up with multiple pairs of the shoes. (In my defense, my daughter handed down at least one pair, and I only shop clearance, so it wasn’t quite as excessive as it sounds.) I discovered that for a mere $60 (and up) you can actually design your own customized Chucks.

Who knew?

Well, I did, because of all the aforementioned research. And, no, I didn’t buy a pair, although I will admit to spending time fooling around with the design program. Here, give it a try.
http://www.converse.com/#/products/shoes/converseOne/scratch/all

For the record, mine was a red classic low-cut pair featuring red and black buffalo checks on the inside, and a black tongue and laces. What about yours?

My third book, Myth Conception, is — as you’ve probably guessed from the title — based on Greek mythology. Specifically Artemis. She is, as you know, the Greek goddess of the hunt. But I had a fabulous time finding all (okay, some) of the many other things she’s associated with. Lop-eared hounds, stags, chastity and, strangely enough, childbirth and laboring women.

I’ll warn you though, Artemis didn’t have what we might call a forgiving nature. She once turned this guy, Actaeon, into a stag for accidentally coming across her as she bathed.
His own hounds ate him.

Clearly, Artemis wasn’t someone to mess with, which made it all the more fun when I did. In my version of her story, she gets, as my mom used to say, hoist by her own petard.

Does anyone even know what that expression means?

Excuse me while I look it up.

Ah, yes, here it is. According to http://www.phrases.org.uk, being hoist by your own petard is something like being shot by your own weapon. According the them, Shakespeare gave the line to Hamlet in 1602: “For tis the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his owne petar.”

http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/hoist%20by%20your%20own%20petard.html if you’d like to learn more.

See what I mean? Research — it gets me every time.

My most recent walk through the halls of mostly useless knowledge was actually a repeat visit involving the history of Sears Kit Homes. I first learned of the company’s fascinating (at least to me) foray into architecture quite by accident when a former co-worker mentioned she and her husband had bought a kit house in Cleveland Heights.

“Pre-fabricated?” I asked, thinking “A double-wide in Cleveland Heights?”

“No,” said she, “a Sears Kit Home,” and then went on to explain how back in the early half of the 20th century, Sears sold kit homes that customers bought and assembled themselves. I was momentarily fascinated, but the fact eventually sifted back to wherever such trivialities go to hide.

English: "The Alhambra" (Model No. 2...

English: “The Alhambra” (Model No. 2090) Sears Catalog Home appearing in the 1919 Sears Roebuck Catalog. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Then, one day, in the midst of my second book, Ready or Not, it suddenly dawned on me that my hero, Liz Jones, lived in a Sears Kit Home.

Don’t ask how I knew. Sometimes it just happens that way.

Needless to say, endless research went into deciding just which model (and there were many) she had the good fortune to purchase. For the record, it was the Columbine, pictured below (image from http://www.arts-crafts.com/archive/sears/page80.html). Liz just couldn’t wait to hang a swing on that front porch.

from http://www.arts-crafts.com/archive/sears/page80.html

Columbine Sears Kit Home

Fast forward another few years to my fourth book and current work in progress, Believe It or Not. My hero, Jake Tolliver, a cohort of Liz and her husband, is also fascinated with kit homes.

I feel a field trip to Cleveland Heights coming on.

On a more positive note, perhaps my fascination with such details serves a purpose. It certainly draws me more into my characters’ world. And isn’t that part of what writing is all about?

If you’re interested in learning more about Sears (and other) Kit Homes, I recommend you take a look at some of the following websites.

http://www.chhistory.org/FeatureStories.php?Story=SearsCatalogHomes — Information on the ones in Cleveland Heights

http://www.searshomes.org/index.php/about-sears-homes/ — An overview of the history of Sears Kit Homes

http://www-tc.pbs.org/opb/historydetectives/static/media/transcripts/2011-03-28/102_sears.pdf — Transcript of a “History Detectives” segment tracing the history of some houses in Akron. Are they Sears Kit Homes? Or not?

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What’s the Hurry?

What’s the Hurry?: A Rant About Rushing Things

I love the Christmas season; let’s get that straight, right up front. I love the buying and wrapping of gifts, the decorating of our fake little Charlie Brown tree and, the cookies — oh boy, do I love the cookies! Much to my family’s dismay, I even love the music.

Also, I’m a planner. Usually by now I’ve started a Christmas shopping list, and have begun to stockpile supplies for my annual fudge-mania. And I’ll admit I’ve already read at five Christmas romances this year.

But today, while eating lunch at Wendy’s, I was stunned to hear the tinny sounds of a Muzak version of “Good King Wenceslas” playing through the speakers at the restaurant.

Why was I surprised? It happens every year. Before the spooks and goblins of Halloween have a chance to fade, the world — or at least the stores — turn green and red for Christmas.

Last week, I stopped in at Aldi, and there were boxes of candy canes sandwiched between the bags of Halloween candy.

Um, do you think maybe we’re rushing things?  Just a little?

Could we just slow down and enjoy the moment we’re in? We only get it once, so perhaps we should just live it.

Well, that’s how I feel anyway. Clearly the rest of the world — or maybe it’s just the retail world — disagrees with me.

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Cancer Lesson #63: Everything Gives You Cancer

Rant: Cancer Lesson #63 — Everything gives you cancer.

One of the (many) weird things about having survived breast cancer is that no one really knows why I got it. As you can imagine, this makes it hard to figure out how to avoid a recurrence.

That doesn’t mean there’s a shortage of opinions on the subject. In fact, quite the opposite is true. There are a plethora of behaviors, foods and environmental factors that have been linked to cancer.

Here’s something to try next time you’re feeling bored.  Type  ___________ and “cancer” into your favorite search engine. Fill in the blank with whatever you like. I’d lay money on you getting some kind of response that says that thing either causes or prevents cancer.

For example, “tea and cancer” (since I’m drinking a cuppa) rewards us with “Tea contains polyphenol compounds, particularly catechins, which are antioxidants and whose biological activities may be relevant to cancer prevention …” from Cancer.gov.
(http://tinyurl.com/7kzr65f). Great! Excuse me while I go make another cup.

“Reading and cancer”  brought up “A new study released Monday by the Centers for Disease Control has found a direct link between a particularly aggressive strain of ocular cancer and reading text on a computer screen …” Good thing I noticed “The Onion” heading at the top of the page, or I’d have been really worried.  (http://tinyurl.com/422tzvy)

The Mayo Clinic (http://tinyurl.com/csjkds) says a glass of red wine is good for your heart, so let’s try “alcohol and cancer. The result from  Examiner.com reports: “Women who consumed even “modest” alcohol (equivalent to 3-6 glasses of wine per week) were linked with a 15 percent increase of developing the disease …
That’s breast cancer they’re talking about (http://tinyurl.com/9rdegm8)

Because there’s a lot of talk about pregnancy’s effect on the risk of breast cancer, I searched “pregnancy and cancer.” The American Cancer Society’s site (www.cancer.org) came back with “… women who become pregnant while they are young and have many pregnancies may have a slightly lower risk of breast cancer later on. They are exposed to less estrogen. Women who have had no children or who had their first pregnancy after age 30, on the other hand, have a slightly higher breast cancer risk.” It’s all in the timing, I guess.

“Exercise and cancer,” “soda and cancer,” “lemon juice and cancer,” even “vinegar and cancer” — according to someone somewhere they’re all connected to cancer.

In fact, I finally searched “things that give you cancer” and came up with several lists, including this one that quotes the UK’s Daily Mail.  Be warned before you click through, the list is a long one. http://hellokinsella.posterous.com/the-daily-mail-list-of-things-that-give-you-c

Can you blame me for being confused?

Is there anything I can do to prevent a recurrence? Alas, the American Cancer Society says ” … even if you do everything just right, the cancer still might come back.”  Later in the same article, they continue, ” … with our current understanding of how it develops and grows, cancer is still a mystery in many ways.”

There are no guarantees.
But then, there never were.

So, here’s what I’m doing to try to avoid a recurrence. And remember, this is just what seems logical to me — my personal plan of attack.

  • Eat more vegetables (grown organically and/or locally when feasible) and less chemical-laden processed foods.
  • Exercise regularly. For me, this is at least three times a week and should be more.
  • Know what’s important and what’s not worth worrying about.
  • Take a multi-vitamin, calcium, and my hormone inhibitor.
  • Enjoy time doing the things I love, with family and friends and sometimes by myself.
  • Keep my sense of humor.

To help with the last point, here’s a repost of Joe Jackson and “Cancer.”
Enjoy!

 

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Cancer Lesson 10-9A

Cancer Lesson 10-9A: A guest post by my friend Pat Rainey
You may notice the lesson number is out of sequence. That’s because 10/9 was the day Pat got her first all clear scan after surgery and chemo.

English: A teal ribbon, which is an awareness ...

English: A teal ribbon, which is an awareness ribbon for Ovarian cancer and Sexual assault (Photo credit: Wikipedia)after surgery and chemo. Now, that’s a definite rave!  

It Doesn’t Matter What
Color the Ribbon Is

It sure is pink a lot this month–almost everywhere, and that’s great!  It’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month and we should see pink wherever we turn.  But let’s not forget some of the rarer, lesser-seen cancers that we should also keep in mind.  Here’s a link to a chart of many of the different cancers and their support colors:  http://www.rose-colored-glasses.com/colors.html 

No matter what comes before it, breast, colon, prostate, liver, ovarian, CANCER is a scary word and the second question you ask yourself is “How did these rogue cells get into MY body?”  Sometimes you can figure out why; most of the time there is no answer to that question.  Suddenly you look around for your color of ribbon and you hope to see it everywhere so you know people are trying NOT to let it happen to the next unsuspecting person.  You buy a few new pieces for your wardrobe, or a new shade of nail polish to remind yourself (as if you could forget) of a new obligation on your part–to advocate, pay it forward, and protect the next person from having to go through what you’re facing.

The lavender ribbon is the support color for ALL cancer awareness, and maybe we should paint the world lavender.  Or maybe we should each educate ourself in our specific colors and do what we can to advocate for more research, more funding, better treatments.  Often, a drug or treatment that is useful for one type of cancer can be used to treat another kind, or modified to target a different cancer cell.  Progress IS being made every day, and whatever color ribbon we wear, any advancement is an accomplishment.

Kym’s note: As a good example of what Pat’s talking about, I was unable to find royalty-free clip-art of a lavender ribbon. I chose teal because last month was Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month, and I saw very little of the color anywhere.  The only exception I’m aware of was a partnership of Avon Books and the Ovarian Cancer Alliance. http://www.ovariancancer.org/2011/07/14/kiss-and-teal-books-available/
Another great excuse to read romance!

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What’s So Funny? A Rave About Humor

Recently, my writer’s group (the fabulous Northeast Ohio Romance Writers of America) featured author Marcia James, speaking about humor.

I found the topic interesting because I write humorous romances. At least, I like to think my romances are humorous. Someday I’ll get published, and maybe I’ll find out for sure. Until then, I can remain in a blissful state of self-delusion.

Anyway, I began to think about the things I find funny — my guaranteed giggle-inducers — and I thought I’d share a few with you, my loyal readers.

First is my all-time favorite joke, probably because it’s the only I can consistently remember.

Q. Do you smoke after sex?
A. I don’t know. I never looked.

Did you laugh? Crack a smile? No? Well, fortunately (or not, depending on your perspective) that joke usually reminds me of another slightly more offensive one.

Person 1: “This beer reminds me of sex in a rowboat.”
Person 2: “What do you mean?”
Person 1: “It’s f–ing near water.”

I know why I think the second one is funny. My husband is a beer snob, and that pretty much sums up his attitude toward most American brews.

He’s also a Brit, which probably explains why many of the things I find humorous come from England. Here’s a clip from one of my favorite BBC series, , starring Rowan Atkinson (better known as Mr. Bean) as Blackadder. Wikipedia describes Blackadder this way, “Blackadder …  encompassed four series of a BBC One period British sitcom, along with several one-off installments. All television programme episodes starred Rowan Atkinson as anti-hero Edmund Blackadder and Tony Robinson as Blackadder’s dogsbody, Baldrick.” Baldrick is a peasant with a devout appreciation — almost adoration — of root vegetables. Here, he finally meets his match.
 

Another scene  has Blackadder speaking one of the best, at least one of the oddest, dialogue lines ever written for television. Please excuse the subtitles; all the other versions of this scene were too long to feature here.

This is why what others might call “lightbulb moments” are referred to as “weasels” in our house.

So, what do you think? Does the humor of the series translate through these brief scenes? Or do you find yourself scratching your head and murmuring, “I had no idea Kym was so odd”?

Bill Nighy, playing in the all-time best movie (ever!), “Love Actually, gets another great piece of dialogue, made all the funnier by his delivery.  The scene wouldn’t embed, but the link will take you to YouTube where you can watch it, unfortunately with subtitles once again.


Ms. James also talked about the fact that certain words are inherently funny.  She shared the example of using the word “puce” instead of “green,” but there are others including the “dogsbody” used in the aforementioned passage from Wikipedia.

Schenectady and Peoria are funny, and not because cities themselves are any funnier than say, Toledo or Ann Arbor. They just sound amusing. Boondoggle is a funny word, although it’s meaning — an unnecessary expense —  certainly isn’t. A kumquat is funnier than a pear. A ta-ta is more amusing than a breast. (And, if you’d like to learn other bodacious — another funny word — nicknames for those particular body parts, read my post from 20 August 2011.)

Using funny words won’t make an un-funny book any funnier, but they can add an extra zing to a story that’s already on its way to getting a laugh. (And I should probably get some kind of bad writing award for using the word “funny” three times in one sentence.)

Certain songs make me laugh, even though I know their humor is distinctly lowbrow. “The Scotsman” is one of them.

I have to admit, the CrazyStickFigureGuy’s illustrations cracked me up too. I liked that he created something so silly it forced me to laugh. He trusted me to be amused by something he thought was funny.

Trusting your readers is equally important. If you explain every detail of what you’re trying to do, it won’t work. Think about it. Have you ever had to explain the punchline of a joke? Suddenly, it’s no longer funny.

Here’s an example. When we first met, my husband told me this joke.

Him: What do you get when you cross a sheep and a kangaroo?
Me: I don’t know.
Him: A woolly jumper.
Me: <silence>

You see, the things we Americans call sweaters are commonly referred to as “jumpers” in England. Once he cleared up that misunderstanding, the joke made sense. But it still wasn’t funny because I didn’t make the connection myself. 

That’s important. A big part of humor is the act of “getting it.”  To me, this translates to being brave enough to write what I think is funny and hoping there are others who will agree.

And that’s another thing. Not everything is funny to everyone. So, when I make jokes about “tittoos”  (my blog post from 24 March 2012), many will doubtless find such humor in poor taste, but I can tell you of several other breast cancer survivors who thought I was pretty darned clever.

Since I was writing for them, they were the ones that mattered.

This brings me to my last point: know your audience. A writer of inspirational fiction, would probably not share my joke about the rowboat. Likewise the woolly jumper joke has no place in erotica. Not even in England. It wouldn’t fit.

As writers, part of our job is knowing what fits, what works and what doesn’t, and who we’re trying to make laugh.

Yes, writing humor is risky.
All writing is.

Addendum: Writing is even more risky when you mess up a word. A friend kindly pointed out to me that puce is not green, it’s the color my face was when I learned of my error — a dark or brownish purple.

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The Trouble with Writing Is It Gets in the Way of My Reading — A Rant

Writing exercise 3

Writing exercise 3 (Photo credit: aaipodpics)

Rant: The trouble with writing is it gets in the way of my reading.

It’s a truth universally acknowledged — to write well, you must read widely. What is un-acknowledged is how difficult it is to do both.

When I dedicate the time necessary to make any progress in my writing, it leaves very little time for reading.

That’s all. Just a little rant on how hard it is find a balance.

 

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Five Words and Two Numbers

“The difference between the almost right word & the right word is really a large matter–it’s the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.” — Mark Twain

In my college journalism classes, I learned the importance of saying what you mean in as few words as possible. Doing so results in a story that is both shorter and stronger.

Choosing exactly the right word, instead of several nearly right ones, takes skill and a good vocabulary, which probably explains why many writers don’t bother.

I appreciate it when an author does, and for many years, would cite Hemingway’s “For sale: baby shoes, never worn” as the perfect example. These six words seemed to be human tragedy concentrated into its purest form.

But a few days ago, in my copy of The Week, I read about this note, which floated down from the towers on 9/11.

“84th floor
West Office
12 people trapped”

It took my breath away. Then I read further and learned that the writer was identified but a dark spot on the paper which proved to be a drop of his blood.

Hemingway’s talent suddenly seems trivial.

Read the story in its entirety (a scant two pages) at http://theweek.com/article/index/233252/remembering-911-a-message-from-the-south-tower.

English: New York, NY, September 28, 2001 -- D...

English: New York, NY, September 28, 2001 — Debris on surrounding roofs at the site of the World Trade Center. Photo by Andrea Booher/ FEMA News Photo Français : Débris sur les toits entourant le site du World Trade Center. 28 Septembre 2001. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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A Little Something to Entertain You While I Work on a Post

This is a rave, I guess.
Below is a link to pictures of some pretty cool book-related tattoos.
But, first, here’s a photo of mine. It’s not as pretty, but it cost and hurt a hell of a lot less than the ones featured by Mental Floss.

http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/141087

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Choose Love

Eleven years ago, on that bright September morning, my daughter was a freshly minted second-grader in a small school near our house. Then, as for many years that followed, my husband’s job was based primarily in a steel mill, and I worked in a library.

But you don’t need to read my story of that morning. You’ve got a story of your own, and we’ve all read or heard or seen a million different variations of what happened. Thousands of articles and books have been written, television programs and movies filmed, and radio programs created.

We know what happened.
What we can’t understand, even now, is why.
I don’t think we ever will.

Still, it doesn’t seem right to have a blog and not honor those who died, though what I have to say is merely a reminder of something someone else wrote. I wish I could find the original blog or article to cite so you could read the author’s much more graceful words, on the subject. The writer spoke about 9/11 —  specifically about the phone calls that were made to loved ones on that day. S/he ended something like this, “As far as I know, every one of those phone calls was about love…”

That sentence — which I’m sure I’ve misquoted — has stuck with me all these years, because, in my opinion, that’s what we need to remember. If we focus on the hatred of those who committed the atrocity, then they’ve won. But if we remember the love expressed in those phone calls, and the sacrifices made by the rescuers at the twin towers and  passengers on Flight 93, then all is not lost.

And in a time, when our country is so divided by so many things, perhaps today we can manage to remember that that we are all human, which makes us not only capable of great cruelty, but also great love.

In Memory of 9-11

In Memory of 9-11 (Photo credit: momentcaptured1)

Just for today, can we choose love?

Addendum: Thanks to my friend and fellow blogger ThreeC, I now know where those words of wisdom came from — not a blog or article, but from my favorite movie of all time(!!!), Love Actually.

In the opening scene, Hugh Grant, playing the British Prime Minister says, “Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love.” 

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A break up is imminent

A break up is imminent.

A blog post worth sharing. Thanks mainelyhopeful!

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