Crashing and Burning...

On Wednesday of this week, I met with The Authors Club. For a few minutes we spent some time working with three thoughts the group called out and I wrote on the board: home, I love you, and crash and burn. They all make sense when you think of who is saying them and where they are.

Then we brainstormed for attendant words. "I love you" produced tranquility, euphoria, passion, safety and even cliche; "home" produced freedom, ready, children, love, heart, food; "crash and burn" produced assault, aspire, fire, scary, depression, failure.

Then the women wrote for about 15 minutes and shared what they had written. In this issue of our bi-monthly blog you can read some of the results. The theme of crashing and burning had the most results.

And this certainly has been a week for dealing with crashing and burning: London and the riots, the Dougherty Trio, the Navy Seals lost in Afghanistan coming home.

We've also seen leaders step up to the bat, speaking to young people with a firm calm, a mother's prayers answered: although her children may spend many years in prison, they didn't kill anyone, and incredible stories of belief in freedom and being willing to lay down your life for it.

It's all working together towards some kind of good.

That's what faith is all about.

Happiness, Hope and Help

My husband and I are busily tidying up the house and grounds for a visit by his children and their children. The house will be full of little ones so everything four feet and under has become child-friendly: grown-up books have been replaced with those for children, table tops cleared of anything little hands can reach, a space for a  small, plastic pool and toys created because (hooray!) water play can last for hours--and years! Even the dog is running around trying to avoid a bath!

The Authors Club at the prison met yesterday to hear a visiting speaker, the author Haywood Smith--you can find her website at www.haywoodsmith.net. It is such a blessing when someone comes to visit, whether we are in prison or not, isn't it?

Haywood regaled us with true (and hilariously funny) life stories that are the inspiration for her novels--and while she talked, she gave us a glimpse of the writing life, with all its discipline, as well as the realities of the publishing business. For instance, Haywood has had to take almost one-third less on her new book contract. Self-publishing, e-publishing, the closing of bookstores, small and large, have created a whole new and to-be-discovered world for writers.

One of these emerging writers is Goldilocks, the president of our Authors Club. During the country's time of recession, while incarcerated, Goldilocks has written novel after novel--two are now for sale through Amazon. She also has more contracted with a publishing company. In addition, she is currently putting together a book of poetry featuring the women in the club. As its editor, Goldilocks asked me to write the forward. This is what I have written so far:

Summer, 2011

Four years ago, when I became a liaison for and participant in The Authors Club at the prison, I began to know Goldilocks. During this time the club has grown and changed, always for the better, mainly because of Goldilocks who is a natural leader.

Goldilocks' personal discipline affects us all. Under her leadership we are kept on task and not allowed to begin a new project until the one we are committed to is finished. Oh, we can write as much as we want about anything we want to, but we better be able to report—and show evidence—of the progress on our stated projects at the meetings. In other words, Goldilocks is a taskmaster--but a benevolent one.

Goldilocks' knowledge and understanding of the writing process and its discipline is an inspiration to all of us. She has taken bold steps in becoming a published author and has not left us out--this book is the result of her care for us and her desire that we, too, succeed. This book is a result of her leadership in our lives, but we hope that soon these writings will become a kind of “farewell gift” from us to her. 

We wish Goldilocks God’s speed on her hoped-for journey that will take her out of prison and into the wider world--and then we can all say, “We knew her when…”

Here is a poem she wrote:

Murderer

They say I'm a murderer

because I did what I was told

with a cold barrel in my face...shakin'

in fear for my life I drove

When I came to--it was tragic

a family gone

The devastation of being responsible

definitely left me blown

Define the assault he delivered

upon by body

stealing a part of my soul

The sentence I serve is life

In my heart the story unfolds

Daily...I awaken...

remembering what all was taken

My Creator above said He

would never leave nor forsake me

Through Him,
I'm not a murderer

I'm a conqueror