The Platinum Ticket by David Beynon

The Platinum Ticket by David Beynon
Shortlisted for The Terry Pratchett Anywhere But Here, Anywhen But Now First Novel Prize

Sunday, 24 May 2009

I don't cotton to that book-lernin'

Book-lernin'.  

We've all heard about book-learning but here's a different take on it.  After my failed attempt at the good old Creative Writing MFA (silly me including a really good genre story in the application package) I had pushed the idea from my head...for a while.  I came across the above program and I must say it bears further investigation.  I'll keep you posted.  

In other news, the helicopter traffic has diminished and the police presence about town has subsided to the usual small-town level.  Sadly, a little girl's body remains missing and one wonders if now she'll ever be found.  Of course, since our town appeared to be the disposal site for four days (and might still prove to be) our kids have learned about the fate of Victoria Stafford and that her body is missing.  These are conversations that parents should never have to have with a six and eight year old.  

How do you explain that there are sick, sick people in the world that not only murder children, but dump their bodies to avoid being caught? 

Well... you do the only thing you can - You tell them there is no explanation for it.  That sometimes a person's brain is wired so differently that he or she becomes capable of doing the unthinkable.  But you also take the opportunity to go over every little safety lesson and every stranger warning you've ever had.  You tell them that if an adult in a car asks a kid for directions that they must yell and run because only a predator asks a little kid for directions.  And that it doesn't matter what they look like - old or young, man or woman - a creep through and through.  And if they aren't a predator, then they are an idiot - but still yell and run away.  

Lost puppy - what kind of creep asks a little kid to help look for a puppy.  

Free Candy?  That's the oldest one in the book, Creep!   

Mommy and Daddy were injured in an accident and they told me to fetch you.  Oh, yeah?  Where's the cop and what's the secret code word, Creep.

Yes - I have told my children to call such people creeps - you know, because they are.  I have also told them to run.  If grabbed - to bite, kick,  punch and scream for all they're worth because we've told them that if such a person gets you they will hurt you and kill you.  

Should I need to tell my little children such things?  In a perfect world - no.  But we don't live in a perfect world and I'm willing to sacrifice a little of my children's innocence if it will help them survive an encounter with just such a monster.

I look forward to a cheerier post next time.

Thursday, 21 May 2009

Something in the air...


It was a lovely summer-like day here today.  It was a day filled with carefree gardening and the casual running of errands...or at least it was supposed to be.  Oh, the gardening got done and the errands were run, but nothing about today was carefree.

Why?

Oh...a big part of it was the unending hum of helicopters overhead.  This isn't an exaggeration.  There was not a moment today that was not accompanied by the thrum of rotors in the sky.  As I sit here typing this tonight, I can hear them even now.


Why?


Small towns are supposed to be safe places - and they are.  Intellectually I know that this is an aberration, unlikely ever to happen here again.  

In my heart I feel sick - and worried for my kids.

Thursday, 14 May 2009

The sick things I look at...and a lovely little Corner


I have spent the last couple of days immersing myself in the flu.  



All kinds of flu - avian flu, swine flu, horse flu, dog flu - even duck flu.  All of them - potentially the next great pandemic that will shake we humans off the earth's back like so many fleas off a dog.  

I have also been going over the numbers for SARS.  All of this is background material as I flesh out Patriot.  SARS appears to have been the global wake-up call for serious pandemic planning and we are seeing the effectiveness of that planning with the handling of the current swine flu outbreak.  

The problem is, in Patriot, the world's Pandemic Plans need to fail - and catastrophically so. Hence the research.

Beyond obsessing over horrific respiratory diseases and influenza, it has been a fairly fruitful week.  As I have written before, I am a member of the local heritage committee.  I also chair the BT Corner Sub-committee.

"What's a BT Corner?" you might ask.

This is:




And here it is in three dimensions:



It is a small park that commemorates an industrial and social powerhouse in my community.  In 1874 a pair of brothers came to Fergus and started a machine shop which grew into, at one time, the largest producer of farm implements in the British Empire.  Those brothers were George and Mathew Beatty and their company was Beatty Brothers Limited.

We've been raising funds etc for some time and had a bit of luck last week.  The Grand River Agricultural Society has generously donated $15,000 over the next three years.  Thanks to them, our little commemorative park is a definite go.  

Next time I'll add a bit more about the Corner, but for now it's back to the Pandemic...