Deborah Reardon --Author of Blue Suede Shoes
I know . . . the oft-missed stuff of everyday life gets
magnified in the fresh mountain air and the still of the forest. My breath was
taken away . . . literally, I trudged huffing and puffing up a steep incline.
This is not a - stop and smell the roses - lecture that has my head spinning
(part of it is the high altitudes) – because most of us relegate our reflective
zones to vacations.
I’ve a bone to
pick with the intrusion of (not the usefulness of) technology - because who
could argue the magnificent medical advances and educational enhancements and
such. But when did paying attention mean – as long as no one notices the
handheld device on ones lap at a conference? It’s the elbow by the parent next
to us to look up because our kid is up to bat, that kind of stuff.
It wasn’t the
vistas or the golden Fall leaves on this outdoor adventure that had me reeling,
I’ve been noodling over this subject for some time, a long time in fact. Ever
since a poet at a writer conference lectured about his decision to be
constantly mindful so as not to miss those inspiring opportunities. It’s a
disquieting subject given the ramifications, specifically when it comes to that
awful word - regret. Regret for the thing we didn’t do (with people), regret
for the things we didn’t see (with people) or regret for the time we weren’t in
tune when a person needed us most.
As a fiction
author it’s a must to hunker deep into the quiet recesses of our imagination
where the technology is silent and the distractions are zero. Yes nil! Because
how else can you fully unleash the creative juices to develop characters and
such. But it happens because we put it on the calendar and set aside anything
that keeps us from the task at hand. Has anybody noticed we don’t do this for
human beings anymore? Put them on the calendar and then do nothing else when we
are with them?
Beyond the must
have author cave, it’s the day-to-day grind, littered with moments and visuals
that I am afraid we all have a tendency to let slip, because the cyber world
had demanded constant attention. Because, you see, we want to see it all and do
it all with technology. Not with people, with technology. Common sense as long
as we can feel it with our fingertips.
It’s not a hoorah
when some one is in need of a kind gesture or a loved one passes or calamity
affects our human circle in the form of a terrible decease. But it’s life. Last
I knew twitter can’t hug, it doesn’t love. Just the other day I read about the
jabs to a football franchise owner who still owns a flip phone. Really,
somebody was on him about a flip phone. He looked pretty happy. I wonder about
those who stole a moment from a human being to make that post. Form over
substance isn’t it?
I better not
mention the version of my I-Phone – but I will admit I do own one and many
other fine technological devices. So don’t confuse this with technology bashing
but rather a moment to consider that it has become our pal.
Remember that commercial – I haven’t seen it in a while – where a handsome
60-something guy is sitting in his beautiful living room . . . carrying on a
conversation with his phone. There was nobody around but he was smiling ear to ear.
Really? Is that what we want for companionship? It can talk to us and run the
vacuum for us and tell us how to get somewhere. It owns us instead of the other
way around. Distracted, distracted, distracted. All around us drivers whiz down
the road, on autopilot, enjoying their connection de jour. And let’s skip over
the safety issues with these behaviors. I like all my Apple products and my
texting capability but I also like it when my husband isn’t clicking away and
then later say – “You never said that.”
Just the other day I overheard my son
describe a current television program in such detail. He is supposed to be
completely unplugged from TV and technology what with high school and work and
baseball – you know, those things we do with other people - surely he hasn’t a
way to keep up with the evening programs? Ok, that’s a stretch.
In spite of my contemplative
leanings, I like everybody am caught by the mad dash and quest for perfection.
News flash . . . it’ll never be in our technology. Because, gosh darn it, when
I thought I needed my laptop to consider this topic, I actually needed a
Gatorade and every ounce of my energy to move one foot after the other up the
steep winding path, to gasp for my breathe in the thin air, to push through the
burning thighs . . .
Down off my soapbox, gotta backlog
of emails and tweets.
To be or not to be . . . present. I
am just saying – put it down.
Mystery/thriller–
Blue Suede Shoes
Meanwhile, Clare Paxton is
a woman living the unfinished dream of leaving behind her sleepy hometown of Danfield,
Wisconsin. When the girl goes missing, leaving only her tiny blue shoes behind
in the dark northern forest, Clare can’t idly stand by as local police fumble
the case. Handsome police chief Jared Grady seems far more interested in
keeping watch on Clare’s meddling than searching for the girl, and no one in
town seems to care that there could be a kidnapper in their midst—or worse. Why
would the townspeople of Danfield allow little Mary’s case to go cold?
Secrecy, gossip, suspense,
and betrayal weave a tangled web for the residents of Danfield. Clare’s
curiosity isn’t so welcome, and soon she discovers more than she might have
hoped about her small-town neighbors.
Author Bio:
Deborah Reardon’s curiosity
about life and passion for storytelling took root during her youth. Like many novelists, Deborah’s winding path
through a banking career, exciting travels and family life enriched her
understanding of the world around her and provided plenty of material for her
stories.
Deborah credits her collaborations
with the Wisconsin writing community as having a huge impact on her confidence
as a writer. It was during her time living on the outskirts of Milwaukee, in
particular, that she thrust herself into an influential confluence of
critiques, writing conferences and focused workshops. Persistence and a
beautiful landscape sparked the beginning of Blue Suede Shoes.
Today, living in Texas, Deborah is working on a number of writing projects to
include the sequel to Blue Suede Shoes.
Links:
Author – Blue Suede
Shoes
Linked In: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/deborah-reardon/38/206/483Thanks for visiting me today, Deborah!
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