Adoption Day
November 1, 2008
At the King County Courthouse most of the product is heartbreak. People come there to be convicted and sentenced and to sue and be sued. Even the winners leave having paid a great cost for the chance of justice. Plaintiffs, defendants, jurors, and witnesses queue up at the screening tables all wishing they were somewhere else. Lawyers carrying thick file folders wear their officious faces and speak with contrived authority. Courthouse workers greet each other and speak of weekends and food oblivious to the pain around them. The idea of making new families is completely out of character there. The tiny courtroom sits on the third floor with a view of Third Avenue and the Pioneer Square area. A glass wall separates it from a waiting area where happy, nervous people and fidgety babies and children laugh and chat. One at a time the families file into the courtroom while the people in the waiting room watch through the glass hoping to learn something of what would happen to them. A chalkboard next to the window helps distract the kids as they wait for their case to be called.

Robbie and Meranda's prospective mom and dad had lost out on adopting another child before and they were pretty nervous that this adoption might not go through. Every phone call and voice mail message threatened disaster and sadness, but all the news was good and 9:00 a.m. finally rolled around.. A couple of aunts were there (when we describe relatives, we always use their relationship with the children) along with the family minister. With me and the social worker we are quite a crowd. Meranda wore a nice maroon velvet jumper and Robbie's necktie might have looked better with another shirt, but he was more than presentable.
Then our case is called we file into the courtroom where a white haired judge greets everyone. One aunt lines up behind the judge to catch a video of the proceedings.
The lawyer hired by the parents announces his business and the judge asks for everyone to introduce themselves, even us spectators. I rise and state, "I am the children's CASA. I have been with them five-and-a-half years." The judge also asks the kids if they are good with being adopted and they both nod. He even asks them their new name which they manage to recite.
After pronouncing the children adopted, the judge invites the parties around to his side of the bench where everyone poses for snapshots. Within a total of about seven minutes the process is done and we relinquish the court to a couple carrying an infant and more happy relatives.
The new mom fights back tears as do I. I have represented these kids since Meranda was an infant and so neglected she could not hold up her head. They experienced three other prospective sets of parents until Tom and Janet were able to come through and the best home for them. Amazingly enough the kids do not exhibit any special needs and have every prospect for a normal happy life ahead of them.
My job being done, I gave Meranda and her mom hugs and went about my day.
I have one other case that has lasted nearly as long as Robbie and Meranda's, but that one is steering towards a return home, another happy ending.
Writing
November 1, 2008
Nothing new to report. The publisher is still circulating the manuscript of Down The River among its committee. And no word from the agent who has Tiny Details. The video documentary is also still in final production.
August 8, 2008 (8-8-08 is good luck)
Encouraging words
Some developments on the publishing front. The publisher who has the Down The River manuscript sent me a message. The story goes through a committee and they have the summer off so there won't be any progress before October. But the first reader liked the story. The literary agent in New York is still reading the full manuscript on Tiny Details. No word yet.
About two weeks ago I attended the Pacific Northwest Writers Association conference and was able to pitch both novels to a New York agent. She was intrigued enough to ask for sample chapters for each one. She didn't do mysteries herself, but would circulate my material among the agents in her office.
I learned how important the pitch is. This is a pithy, one-paragraph summary of the story and with the help of a New York editor I was able to fine tune my elevator speech for each.
So the marketing program is on hold. I've started a new story, but you will have to wait for the opening chapters.
Update July 14, 2008
Last Friday I shipped off the manuscript for Tiny Details to a literary agent in New York. The publisher still reading Down The River is still reading it. I have sent out over 160 queries on River and over 100 on Details.
Marketing a mystery 6-4-08
I have just completed entering the edits on my other book Tiny Details, a mystery. This is the first book I wrote and I tried to sell it in 2000 without success. After eight more years of experience I dusted it off, revised it, and sent it off to my editor who offered several thousand corrections. Now it's ready for prime time.
I will do as before, assembling lists of publishers and agents and sending off query letters and sample chapters. The mystery market is very different than the historical fiction market so perhaps it will catch an influential eye and find a place in the publishing world. I mail off the first query letters to publishers. I approach publishers first since they pay royalties directly to the author. A literary agent, the only avenue to the large houses, takes a fifteen percent commission. That's a standard and probably fair share, but it does come out of my end. So the small publishers get first crack.
Down The River, is still under review at one publisher who thought enough of the first fifty pages to ask for the whole manuscript. One agent in New York who I had not heard from in months and months wrote back today that she liked the story, but had some reservations and declined. It was the most thoughtful reply I have ever had from an agent or a publisher. At least she read it and for the most part, she liked it. I sent her a thank you email.
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On Writing 5-6-2008
Having just related the still-unfinished journey of an author I realized that I left something out. Why? Not why I left it out. Why write? Writing should not about making money, although for many it is a living and none of us will say no to a handsome royalty check. Alas, focusing on the money will undoubtedly lead to disappointment. Writing should be about telling the story that you have inside. Getting published is one indication that the story is a good one and commercial support is a good endorsement. But telling the story is the important part.
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Prospecting 05/05/2008
Numbering among thousands and perhaps tens of thousands of aspiring novelists I have a manuscript. Now I want to get it published.
The most direct route would be to seem to send the book to publishers and wait for a reply. Or perhaps send the book to a literary agent who will use his or her luncheon dates to extract a great contract and a hefty advance – less his or her fifteen percent. It’s just a function of printing and postage, right? Wrong.
First of all, the biggest publishers will not talk to, read letters sent by, or open emails from authors. And they certainly do not answer the telephone. This traffic is called “over the transom” referring to the old-fashioned window over an office door for ventilation. Manuscripts are usually too large to fit in the mail slot so the carrier just throws it over the open transom to crash to the floor inside. Small publishing houses will talk to authors, but these are publishing HOUSES, as in single-family residences with a garage full of unsold books. That’s a bit extreme, but small houses do only a few titles a year. That leaves literary agents.
The good news is that agents, and even publishers, want to meet good writers and they offer their names to listings that writers buy. The most popular one is the Writer’s Market, a thick, $50 book with thousands of book, magazine, and other publishers, and literary agents. And it has a current how-to guide for placing your book or article, writing compelling letters, and even formatting a manuscript. Even better, there is an online version included in the purchase of the book that is updated daily. That’s the good news.
The bad news is that there are tens of thousands of wannabe Stephen Kings out there simply inundating agents and publishers with proposals. With modern word processing technology the task of preparing and mailing manuscripts and information becomes easier for the writer, but harder for the reader.
I have been doing everything I am supposed to, reading the listings, finding companies and agencies that handle what I have written (historical fiction and maybe literary fiction), and sending them letters. Sometimes the agent or publisher wants something on one page. A few want sample chapters, or a synopsis, or an author biography.
To date I have sent out 128 queries. About 10 wrote back for sample chapters or even the full manuscript (by email). I call those “nibbles.” Of those 10, one is still considering the sample chapters. All the rest either sent back form letter replies – “Dear Author. We have carefully reviewed…” – or did not respond at all. My compliments to agencies that at least have a mechanism for acknowledging the query.
I am down to about half a dozen agencies left to contact so I save this list for Friday mornings. That’s when I select two or three to send queries to. Then it’s a case of just watching the mail.
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Getting Published - Now and Then 05/02/2008
I have written two works of fiction and I am actively trying to get one, Down The River, published. The process of getting published has changed dramatically over the past five or ten years. At one time a novelist pounded away at a typewriter (or prevailed upon a skilled typist) until he or she had a manuscript. The process of creation and revision entailed laborious finger and mind work until the likes of John Updike or Kurt Vonnegut had several hundred pages of typescript masterful prose. Tom Wolfe has his signature IBM Selectric (if you don't know what that is, don't ask). The number of submissions to publishers and literary agents was physically limited by the number and endurance of writers and typists. A manuscript was singular as in one original and perhaps one copy (Assuming the use of carbon paper – if you don't know what that is, don't ask.) Photo copiers came into vogue in the 1970s making the idea of an original rather quaint. And copiers remained the province of government and well funded private enterprise.
Enter the digital revolution, desktop computers and the word processer. Even in the days of the 8086 microprocessor (if you don't know what that is, don't ask), the desktop computer with one or two floppy drives was a credible and efficient way to transcend the barrier of the skilled typist, muscle- or power-driven keys, a dancing type element, ribbon, and eraser or correction fluid. The writer could create, type (more accurately keyboard, now a verb), edit, and produce a clean printed copy in a fraction of the time and trouble as with a typewriter. Even with dot-matrix and impact printers, letters, reports, and books. The writer didn't even have to know how to type because mistakes were corrected with backspace and delete. The programs automated carriage return, paragraphs. margins, page numbers, footnotes, and even centered titles. Everyman and Everywoman became a potential blockbuster novelist.
And the digital revolution not only changed writing habits, but it changed reading habits. Books, magazines, and newspapers encountered more competition as the number of television channels grew exponentially from four or five to four or five hundred. Subscriptions lapsed and articles became shorter to accommodate busier days. The short story as a commercial product nearly became extinct. The number of writers increased as evidenced by the proliferation of writing schools. Fifty years ago there were two writing schools in the U.S. In the 1990s there were more than two thousand.
Book publishers slashed their lists and even published writers found themselves in a crowded marketplace. The bad news was that even if you were a good writer you might not get published. But the good news was that even if you weren’t a good writer, you could get published.
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Advocating for Children
Vacations
6/14/2008
France 2006
Over the years, Lorraine and I experimented with different ways to vacate or take vacations. Lorraine likes to luxuriate. I like to be active, particularly outdoors and in a wilderness setting. I've always enjoyed camping, but Lorraine is not a camper. Naturally, I enjoy great hotels and fine dining, but I want more. The years I was the neighborhood Scoutmaster in San Francisco I was able to camp my heart out and paddle canoes and ride horses (proving that I am really twelve years old).
We tried a tour to England in 2000 with the UW Alumni Association and found that we were the youngest couple in the group. The trip was wonderful, but the company was indifferent. Just too many senior citizens.
We finally hit on the trip that appeals to both of us — bicycle touring. For years, decades even, I have admired the ads from Backroads Bicycle Tours and their approach to touring, ride bikes through exotic locals and the company takes care of everything else. Expensive? If you have to ask, you can't afford it, right?
Our first trip was to France. Backroads offered a six-day-five-night trip to Normandy and Brittany. Knowing a bit of geography I figured this part of France would be relatively flat (Lorraine hates the hills) and Normandy is, of course, something all Americans should see. The trick to a big vacation is book it! Pay a deposit and lock yourself in. Then let the rest of the world work around your plans. In our case I think we were the first ones on that particular trip. We plunked out money down in January for a September visit.
Pictures speak better than words so here is our album of the cycle trip. We flew to Paris, spend the night in the Opera District, got up the next day and took a train to Caen, spent the night there, and then linked up with our group at the train station. We were treated to lovely weather, fascinating company, stunning scenery, incredible food, and first-class accomodations. We rode Normandy for three days, then Brittany for two days.
When we went to the UK, the measure of the trip was while on the bus from our London hotel out to the airport on our way home we asked each other, "Where do you want to go next time?" In Normandy we asked that question the first evening.
From St. Malo we took the train to Rennes for the night, then to Paris. And you can't go to France without spending time in Paris so we crafted a bike trip followed by a week in the City of Light. Through the web we rented an apartment in the Quartier Latin just a few blocks from the Seine and Notre Damme. For a week we did the tourist thing and here are those photos. Paris is, well, Paris. I have never met anyone who had anything but good things to say about Paris. Maybe Marie Antoinette, but I never met her.
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6/14/2008
Vermont
For 2007 we chose the Backroads trip to Southern Vermont Vermont is in the United States and neither of us had been there bofore. The Rocky Mountains trips had mountains and the southeast trips had bugs. We had biked in California and the San Juans so Vermont was left.
We spent the first two nights in Burlington and hooked up with out tour group there. Alas we did not have the weather we had in France, but the company and the country and the lodging and the services were fabulous. And we spoke the language. This was another five-night-six-day trip.
Following Vermont we took advantage of a gig Lorraine had in New York — The Big Apple. Like France, you can't go to the east coast and not visit New York. We did the tourist thing there and on day two handled Lorraine's business at Forbes.com.
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Another Volunteer Job
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