Meet Janelle


shadow womanI’d like to introduce you to Janelle. If you read my blog last week, you know that she is one of my two main characters. Janelle is the journalist that is investigating the terrorist attack for her Chicago paper. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Originally from a working class family in Galesburg, IL, Janelle always felt at odds with her parents, brother, friends and with the very town where she was raised. Of average height with hair that tended to frizz in summer’s humidity, she had less in common with her athletic older brother than his blond hair and solid build. Janelle was a questioner in an unquestioning family. Her search for answers disrupted her classes and wore on her parents’ last nerve.

To provide their daughter with a more disciplined structure and, they hoped, to head off the rebelliousness of adolescence, Janelle’s parents sent her to the Catholic middle school. If she had felt like she didn’t fit in before, being the only Methodist at the school only accentuated her outsider status.

However, the school’s no-nonsense structure had her parents’ desired effect, and when Janelle went on to Galesburg High School, she had achieved a discipline that served her well. An honors student, she took the school’s journalism class her junior year – twice – and finally found a place where her questions were an asset. She worked on the school newspaper and yearbook. Her senior year, she did an internship at the local weekly newspaper, was a National Honor Society member and still found time to be in the Scholastic Bowl and hold a part-time job.

Encouraged by her journalism teacher, Janelle applied to Northwestern’s Medill School of Journalism, Media, Integrated Marketing Communications where she not only was accepted, but received an academic scholarship and need-based grants. She thrived at Northwestern and enrolled in the Accelerated Master’s Program, earning both her bachelor’s and master’s degrees in journalism in just under five years.

As a grad student in an investigative journalism class, Janelle participated in the Medill Innocence Project (now the Medill Justice Project). Her eyes opened to justice ill-served, she became keenly aware of the role the media plays in shaping public opinion.

As a reporter, she now weighs her sources carefully. What are their filters? Do they have an ax to grind? How can she, through her words on a page or on a screen, ensure that justice is served.

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Hanging out with Paul and Janelle


LandscapeThere’s a lot to be said for my recent staycation. I trimmed trees, repotted plants, made innumerable trips to Lowe’s and Home Depot, mowed grass, cleaned off the carport and bagged leaves. Which, of course, is also the down side of a staycation. Although I’d planned on doing some chores, I hadn’t planned on them taking up the bulk of my time off. It was just that as soon as I’d complete one, I’d see another that should be undertaken.

To be fair, I rolled out of bed when I felt like it, sipped (rather than gulped) coffee in the morning (while it was still warm), completed the Sudokus and crosswords (mostly), and read a little. I caught up with friends at lunch and over evening glasses of wine on my new deck, and got to know Paul and Janelle. At least I think those are their names.

You see, Paul and Janelle are my two main characters, and I’m waiting to see if their names fit them. In the last week, I’ve learned a good bit about the two. I know where Paul and Janelle came from and what their goals are. I can see the streets where they grew up and I’m getting to understand why one road led to terrorism and the other to journalism. I’m working out their internal conflicts, as well as the external ones.

Now that Paul and Janelle are two dimensional, it’s time for me to color them in, adding personality and parents, and all the shades of gray that define people.

I’ll look forward to listening to them each evening when I get home. As I get to know them better, when they’re ready, I’ll introduce you.

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Chronicling the journey from housed to homeless – and back


Moore PlaceI’ve often wondered how people become chronically homeless. In September, the Charlotte Writers’ Club will help the residents of Moore Place describe their journeys – how they ended up on the streets, the difficulties in getting off the streets and how they found a home at Moore Place.

Each year, the Charlotte Writers’ Club donates books to the Urban Ministry Center’s library. This year, the program coordinator at Moore Place, the Urban Ministry Center’s “Housing First” supportive housing building, asked if our members would be interested in working with tenants to write about how they went from housed to homeless. Several Charlotte Writers’ Club board members jumped at the chance to help teach the classes and work with the participants.

The Urban Ministry Center already has a highly popular art program, and a writing program would be a natural companion. We are in the process of gauging interest and determining the frequency, time and length of each class. Under the guidance of Charlotte Writers’ Club members, participants will write or dictate their stories, edit them and critique each other’s work. There will be an opportunity for the budding authors to read (or have someone else read) their final drafts to their classmates – and perhaps share them at a Charlotte Writers’ Club meeting.

I can hardly wait to get started!

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Oldies but goodies


CSIIn looking for something else, I came across some articles that I’d written when I was editing UNC Charlotte’s magazine. It’s always a little strange to read something that I wrote a while back. The editor in me wants to re-write it, whereas my reader self is curious about how the article will end.

Here are three articles that I enjoyed re-reading. I wrote “Uncovering the truth about crime scene investigation” at the height of “CSI’s” popularity because I was curious about how realistic the show was. In “City Detroyer ready to roll,” I found it sadly ironic that mankind has used weapons of mass destruction throughout the ages. And “Dark at the end of the tunnel” addresses the all-too-common incidences of teen suicides. Be sure to scroll across, in addition to up and down in order to read the entire articles. Several pages face each other. Let me know what you think.

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Take 7


video cameraLast week I overheard someone I had interviewed for a video explaining how we had shot take after take just to get one minute of footage. What she didn’t say was that what sounded like one continuous quote had actually been pieced together from the best of each take.

Going on camera is tough. As we position the lights and set up the cameras, those I’m interviewing tell me what they plan on saying, and they’re spot on. But when we flick on the lights and roll the cameras, normally articulate people sometimes become tongue-tied, and the words they’ve practiced escape them.

My job is to ensure that those in front of the cameras and the people or organizations they are recognizing are shown at their best. After all the footage is shot, I go through each transcribed interview and mark where the speakers nail it. Then I check the audio and video to ensure intonations and facial expressions work. With all the transcripts spread out before me, I review the highlights and pull seven seconds here, 17 seconds there. to fashion a script that tells a story. Hours of footage repackaged into a five-minute gold nugget.

For the last seven years, Jason Dumas with Time Warner Cable has polished those nuggets into finished pieces. Videographer, film editor and producer, Jason understands what I want to convey. He adds the music, grabs the viewers’ attention with the opening montage or animation, and determines whether to use wide or tight shots. He seamlessly blends my scripts with his footage, winning a few Telly Awards over the years for this and other work.

It’s a lot of fun, a lot of work and tremendously satisfying. Let me know what you think of our most recent videos on Apprenticeship 2000, Siemens Energy and the “Marketing Charlotte USA.”

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Aerospace industry soars in Charlotte USA


Most people know that Charlotte is the second largest financial services center in the country behind New York. However, fewer people are aware that the region has a large – and growing – aerospace cluster, with more than 130 aerospace-related companies. The article I wrote for the June issue of US Airways magazine focuses on Michelin and Keller USA, both of which have substantial operations in the region. Read “Where Businesses Soar” to find out why they located, stayed and are growing in Charlotte USA.

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Remembering


Winnetka war memorial carvingsAtop the War Memorial in the Village Green, I planted my feet in a V, held out my arms and tipped my face to the sun, a five-point star next to the flag pole. The flag snapped, the white and blue merging with the clouds that scuttled across the vivid sky. I saw only the red stripes waving. Dizzy, I lay on the cool white marble, wondering if I was desecrating what I believed to be the final resting place of the war heroes whose names were etched in growing rows. In case I’d offended, I gave mental thanks for their sacrifice and my freedom.

Every Memorial Day throughout the 1950s and ‘60s, I shared my private place of peace. What must have been all 12,000 of Winnetka’s citizens shoehorned into the Village Green around the cenotaph. We listened to the names of fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, grandfathers and uncles who had died in the Civil War, World War I, World War II and the Korean War. In an agony of dread, I stuffed my fingers in my ears to block the subsequent 21 cracks of the rifle that reverberated, ricocheting off the surrounding elms and lindens. I felt an unconscious kinship with those we honored, some of whom rested in the countries where they fell, whose final memories were the sound of gunfire.

Each Memorial Day since 1927, the Winnetka War Memorial has called neighbors to the Village Green. Although it was built to honor the 10 local men who died in World War I, the names of fallen men and women from subsequent wars continue to be etched in marble. In small towns across the United States where generations are connected, people remember. On Memorial Day, there’s a poignancy in paying tribute to our neighbors who made the ultimate sacrifice. Yet, we take some measure of comfort in the words World War I solder Dinsmore Ely wrote in a letter home that is inscribed in the memorial: “It is an investment not a loss when a man dies for his country.”

I wish it were an investment we would never have to make.

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The first piece


question mark on silhouetteI’m getting to know Ames. Close to Iowa State’s football stadium is one of the largest public gardens in the state. With its butterfly wing and aquatic plants, the 14-acre Reiman Gardens might provide a place of solace for my character as he wrestles with his decision to attack. Or if he is a botanical student, he might do research there. Or the carillon might provide cover for sounds he wants no one to hear. I don’t know yet what role, if any, the gardens will have.

I’m an information gatherer. Regardless of what I write, I collect data. The Ames gardens, the nearest VA hospital, the layout of city streets. I don’t know what I will use until I have all the pieces. From these pieces, the place, the people, the plot and the purpose take shape. Each is a constantly shifting part of the mosaic. I discard and retrieve pieces, trying different combinations until they click. Ames, Iowa, is the first piece. Now, I need the city’s nuances and flavors, so that I could walk down the streets and feel like it’s home. It will be the current home of my American terrorist.

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The setting


question mark on silhouetteHe’ll have grown up in a tree-lined, mid-sized town. The kids ride their bikes to the library, and chalk art brighten the sidewalks. Children play outside until dusk when their mothers call them in. It’s a place where people are as likely to leave their doors unlocked as to lock them. It is the childhood home of our American terrorist. It is Iowa.

Although his hometown will spring from my imagination, the characteristics of the place and its people must be grounded in fact. How people in that part of Iowa make their livings. Whether they lean politically left or right or are in the middle. If they are effusive or taciturn, nosey or private. Do they tend to be homebodies or move on? Is the population homogeneous or diverse? What are the attitudes towards people different from themselves? How are newcomers viewed? To create this fictional Iowa town, I first must understand real ones nearby.

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Opportunities lost


“I was seldom able to see an opportunity until it had ceased to exist.”

Mark Twain

This was to have been the week that I began creating my characters. It didn’t happen. An intense work week left me too tired to think, let alone be creative, when I finally got home. And a crisis that is still unresolved consumed my thoughts over the weekend.

Both situations made me think. Not about my book or my characters or even the people I had talked with in doing my research. But about how we spend the time allotted to us. Although we know, often far too keenly, how quickly life can be snuffed out, with each additional responsibility our resolve to savor the days weakens. We make choices: finish up the project at work or have dinner with friends or family. Choices have consequences. Leave work, lose a promotion. Stay at work, lose those intimate connections only shared over meals.

We neglect to say, “I love you” to those we assume know that we do. We delay vacations until we have more money or put off date night until we have more time.

Opportunities to live and opportunities lost.

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