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Sister Carmelita, The Fear of God and Me

June 15, 2017 by in category The Write Life, Writing tagged as , , , , , ,

The day I stood in the choir loft surrounded by my fourth grade peers I had no idea that I was about to learn a lesson in suspense, terror, fear, retribution and resolution that would lead me to a career as a thriller author.

The day was hot, air-conditioning was unheard of, and we wore our itchy, ugly, brown wool Catholic school uniforms year ‘round to save our parents money. I was a very good girl. I never drew attention to myself, folded my hands with fingers pointing heavenward when I prayed, picked up trash on the playground and helped pass out papers in class. But that day, I made a blunder that put me in Sister Carmelita’s crosshairs. As she raised her arms and positioned her baton in anticipation of another rousing chorus of a hymn I have long forgotten, I rolled my eyes. Yep, I rolled them to the back of my little ten-year-old head in frustration and exhaustion.

Sister Carmelita cut her own my way. I realize now that she had mastered the art of eye cutting because she couldn’t move her head given her the box-like wimple. Everyone stopped breathing. No one knew what I had done, only that I had done something very, very bad.

“Miss Forster.” Sister Carmelita’s voice was modulated appropriately for God’s house. “Wait after choir.”

My stomach lurched. I felt light headed. I was doomed.

Sister Carmelita is long gone. During her time on earth she faced changes in her church and her life, but I doubt she ever knew how that day changed me. So, if you’re listening, Sister, I want you to know that, 30 years later, that moment sealed my fate. I spend my days writing thrillers, trying to recapture the exquiste sense of suspense I experienced that day. Here is what you taught me:

1) Less is More: Your understated notice of me, the glitter in your eye, the sound of your voice was more intriguing, more compelling, more enthralling than screaming, railing or ranting.

2) Timing is Everything: All 29 of my classmates knew I was in trouble. I knew I was in trouble. I even knew why I was in trouble (disrespecting you, God, choir practice, country, family and all living creatures with a roll of my eyes), yet you didn’t nip things in the bud with a mere instantaneous admonition. My comeuppance was exquisitely timed. You threw in an extra hymn to extend practice, studiously ignored me, meticulously folded your sheet music as my classmates silently went down the stairs. You waited until the door of the church closed, clicked and locked us together in that big, shadowy church before you turned.

3) The Devil’s in the Details: You were taller than me (back then almost everyone was taller than me), but that wasn’t why I was afraid. It was your whole package, the details of your awesome being that were so formidable. Covered head to toe in black, your face framed by your wimple (which, by the way, looked like the vice used during the Spanish Inquisition), your hands buried beneath the scapular that fell in a perfect column to the tips of your shoes, made for quite a package. But there was more: The scent of nun-perfume (I think it was soap, but it smelled like nun-perfume to me), the clack of those huge rosary beads attached to your wide belt, the squish of your rubber soled shoes. I saw all this, I heard all this, I smelled all this and each sense was heightened because of the hush surrounding us.

I remember your methodical advance into my personal space. I remember you lowering your eyes as I raised mine. The suspense was heart-stopping, the anticipation of my penance almost unbearable. Quite frankly, you were terrifying.

But here’s the funny thing: I don’t remember how it ended. Did you scold me? Did you show mercy and forgiveness? I only remember being terrified. Like the brain of the seven year old Stephen King swears gives him inspiration for his horror books, you, Sister Carmelita, inspire every sentence I write in every thriller novel I pen. For that, I can’t thank you enough.

I also want you to know, I have never rolled my eyes at anything since then .

 

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April Meeting Features Shannan Albright & Saranna DeWylde

April 1, 2014 by in category Blogs tagged as , , , , , , , ,
OCC/RWA Meeting Reminder
OCC/RWA Chapter Meeting: Saturday, April 12, 2014
Where we meet: Brea Community Center 695 Madison Way, Brea, CA 92821
First-time guests are $10; all visits after are $20
Doors open @ 9 a.m.
Ask-an-Author:

Skylar Kade & Jewel Quinlan
Author First Chapter Critique:
Linda Carroll-Bradd & Skylar Kade
Morning Session: 
Shannan Albright “Foray into Worldbuilding”
Shannan Albright takes you on an interactive journey of worldbuilding. For both plotters and pansters, worldbuilding can be simple, or as complicated as you wish. For writing in all genres from elaborate sci-fi sagas to sweet hometown contemporaries, you will find worldbuilding as integral as GMC and Character Sheets.
For more information on Shannan, please visit her website at www.shannanalbright.com
Afternoon Session:
Saranna DeWylde “How to Craft Compelling Villains”
Villains seems to be a common theme among workshops that many industry professionals have in their arsenal. So what makes mine special?
Perspective.
I am a romance writer, but I’m a former corrections officer and I worked with the baddest of the bad day to day. The prison is where they lived, so you could say I was in their home every day. I observed their behaviors and interactions with other predators and those they saw as prey. So come learn what makes a villain and villain, why we need to give them voice and how to do it in such a way that makes the reader root for them just enough to keep turning the pages. 
To learn more about Saranna please visit her at http://sarannadewylde.com

Order lunch from the Corner Bakery-Brea

Online Class: “Social Media for the Confused and Terrified” with Elena Dillon April 14 – May 11, 2014 click here for more information.

Hope to see you on the 12th!
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