This past Friday, the 24th I was invited by my Sister-in Crimes 
friend, of over 20 years Janet Christian, to be the guest of honor at 
the Irving Book Club in Lockhart, Texas. The Irving Book Club, named 
after Washington Irving is the second oldest according to the Federation
 of Women's clubs, formed in 1896.  Lockhart is known as the BBQ capitol
 of TX but, that is disputed by several other Texas towns. Lockhart is 
also one of Austin's bedroom communities, thirty miles south and 
slightly east. Since I live 45 miles west and slightly north, it was a 
78 mile drive one-way. (I know that's 3 miles short but I'm going by map
 mileage here and not actual driven miles.)
The book 
club meets in the Dr. Eugene Clark Library which has the distinction of 
being the oldest continuously operating library in the state, founded in
 1899. The members of the club brought finger foods including desserts, 
everything homemade. Many of the members wear hats and you are 
immediately reminded of the hats on display at the Kentucky derby. I 
have a Cowgirl hat and a black and a red hat that are sort of fedoras, 
Private-Eye style but, the weather was too hot for any of those.  I 
searched my closet shelves and found a lovely hat box with three hats 
inside that I had forgotten about. The hatbox and the hats I had 
inherited from my bonus mom and the one I picked was a black mini-pill 
box hat with a veil. It more or less sits right on the top of your head.
 You can pull the veil down but that didn't work for me. I pulled the 
veil to the back and only a small part shows on front and side.
I
 had fun talking about how I first starting writing and sold my first 
short story for $100 and how I'm so glad I didn't quit my day job 
because I didn't sell anything else for 5 years. Also how I was writing a
 female private-eye novel that never sold but, I sold probably 12-15 
short stories with the characters, Jenny Gordon and C.J. Gunn and likely
 made more with those that I ever would have with the novel.
Also
 told about how I took Citizen's Police Academy Training that was 
offered by the Austin Police Department which was set up to help folks 
who were interested in being part of the Neighborhood Watch Program. I 
applied for the program and was accepted. It was set up once a week for 
three hours, meeting for ten weeks and you learned a lot about each 
department of APD. Homicide, Robbery, Fraud, Firearms, and we got to 
ride along for a full shift in a patrol car with an officer. That's when
 I realized that every single call the police answered could turn-out to
 be dangerous. This was in the early 90s when police officers weren't 
being slain very often...at least not in Austin.
One 
fun thing after the ten weeks training we could join the Alumni 
Association and we could go out to the academy where the cadets were 
training and got to role-play and be a bad guy. Once I played a lady who
 had a warrant out for her arrest. The training officer who was watching
 the role-play had told me when the female cadet arrested me he wanted 
me to be rude to her, call her names and try do things to make her 
angry. The idea being that each cadet needed to learn to deal with a 
belligerent public and he wanted to see how she'd react. So when the 
cadet put the handcuffs on me, I cursed her up one side and down the 
other. I called her every name in the book. The only time in my life I 
got to cuss out a cop and get away with it. Then I told her the 
handcuffs were too tight. She finally loosened them one notch. Then put 
me in the squad car. I have small hand and wrists so I was able to slip 
the cuffs off. When they came to let me out of the police car I handed 
the cuffs to them. The cadets were not supposed to talk to each other 
but they did. All the remainder of the day, cadets put the handcuffs on 
so tight that everyone would have been mad at me if they had known it 
was my fault.
My next story was how while I was taking 
the Citizen's Police Academy training this woman named Zoe Barrow 
started talking to me in my head. Voices in my head happens to me all 
the time and the astonishing thing is no one calls the men in the little
 white coats to come after me. Zoe (rhymes with Joe) turned out to be an
 Austin Police woman and is the main character in my first book, Austin City Blue. In my second novel, Dark Blue Death the
 first chapter is almost word for word of a role-play scene out at the 
Academy. I was in a vehicle with a Training Officer and two cadets were 
out side. One on the driver's side and one on the passenger side...my 
side. They both stood back a bit from the vehicle. I could see the 
driver side cadet in the rear view mirror. When the training officer was
 asked for her name and phone number, she gave her name and then her 
phone number as 1-800-GOODSEX.  I could see the cadet trying to contain 
his laughter and almost choking.
The training officer 
had suggested I get out of the car and see what the cadet on my side 
would do. I opened the door and started to get out, the cadet says, 
"Ma'am, please stop. Police get back in the car. Please ma'am." I said, 
"I have to go to the bathroom." She said, "Ma'am, you must get back into
 the car." I said, "I'm pregnant. If you don't let me go now, I'll pee 
all over this car seat." Like I said, the ladies of the Book Club were 
so attentive and laughed in all the right places. They asked interesting
 questions and everyone told me afterward how much they enjoyed my talk.
These
 events are a lot of fun for me and you get inspired because people who 
love to read are there listening to you. I LOVE READERS   
27 February 2017
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Ha! Enjoyed those stories from the Academy!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like a lot of fun!
ReplyDeleteI think you will never lack for invitations to talk about your books and writing- not to mention helping train Academy cadets.
ReplyDeleteReaders are the best! Love that you were able to slip out of the handcuffs. An important teaching moment.
ReplyDeleteSounds like there's some great fodder for stories there, Jan! Fun stuff.
ReplyDeleteOh, funny! I wish I'd been there!
ReplyDeleteThanks all for your comments. Role-play at the Police Academy was always so much fun. Unfortunately, I don't get to do it anymore. Partly because I live 50 miles one way from the Academy. Second, I don't think my knees would hold up, running around in the dark which were some of vital scenarios. And finally I'm not sure when the Alumni Asso. meet or even if they get to role-play any more. I think they do but, I have not been in touch for a time. However, it does give me great info for talks to book clubs and such. This was a fun group to speak to and to visit.
ReplyDeleteI'm late in commenting, Jan (I'm adjusting to a new computer), but I want to be sure to say I enjoyed your post. I can understand why you got such a positive response from the people at the book club!
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