How Did A Girl with Albinism become a Character in a novel?

 To tell you how the concept of Paisley came along is a story within itself. One that is being told at this moment on her blog, When Clouds Touch.

I must say, the longer I am on the road as a writer, the more my characters have decided they will run the telling of their story, their way and in their time frame. I can not control the flow or the time put into the actual writing. Paisley has also been interviewed at In the Chair, check it out.

 Making timelines, outlines, are out the door for me. It doesn't work. Call me lazy, call me unorganized, heck call me anything- wait just call me, I can use the distraction.

 Setting a schedule, per se, is ridiculous on my clock. I can't tell myself sit in front of the laptop or use my pen and paper at a certain time and I may sit doodling that entire time or researching. I'll never get the story finished.

I won't say I write by the seat of my pants or get stuck banging on a wall, because I tend to know what I want to write, it's the sitting and waiting for the people, whose lives I'm recording, to speak up. I have to get it right. Which brings us back to Paisley.

 The way she told me who she was came as a surprise. I knew the very beginning of When Clouds Touch and I knew pretty much how it would end, but nothing in between. No names for the characters or what their issues were. I just knew this couple loved each other. Have you ever been that way with your writing?

Crash Into Me
 (that very first scene, envisioned after watching the wind blowing clouds)

Two clouds, floating ever so slowly through the soft blue sky, one from either direction, moved closer on a path towards collision.

Angels, their beautiful song filling the air like a lullaby, sat serenely on separate pillows of softness, gently flapping their enormous wings to deflect the heat of the sun's rays from the cloud's tiny inhabitants.

The tiny souls, cuddled within the silken folds, glanced across the gap and in lightening recognition, they reached out. Before their chubby fingers could touch, thunder boomed and puffs from their guardian’s breath blew the clouds apart. Continuing in the same direction, yet inches apart, the angels resumed their soothing tunes.

Well, as I was setting up a storyboard on Pinterest, flicking through pictures, all of a sudden I heard an excited voice breaking through my thoughts and it was saying, "That's me. That's who I look like."

 I was like wow. She looks so sad. And as I looked into her eyes, studied the vulnerability of the way she hugged, embraced, comforted herself- Paisley told me her story. It all came out like a rush and I wrote quickly. I know the foods she likes, hates, fav. everything, haha. She told me a lot which helped me give her flesh, bone, and humanity. When she began talking about her ailments, I had to slow her down to do research (more about that on her BLOG)

I've learned a lot about Albinism and the horrors directed at the African people living with the disease.  Though Paisley is of Asian descent, her parents are a trial on their own, the real conflict in When Clouds Touch. Please join us on her blog to hear her story. http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com

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 NOAH The National Organization for Albinism and Hypopigmentation.

If you are interested or want to know about the challenges of Albinism, visit NOAH

If you have any questions or comments, you can e-mail  at webmaster@albinism.org

An outstanding magazine - Albinism Beauty,  features gorgeous models and informative articles. Please , take a look.  http://albinismbeautymag.weebly.com/home.html
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On Rant Lifestyle style they have an article which tells you
16 Things you may not know about Albinos take a peek. And then join Paisley as we discuss her entry into fiction.

1. Magic
2. Cures Aides
3. Poor eye sight
4.  not limited to humans
5. not contagious
6. Albinos are not "slow."

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Friendships & Conversations That Get You in Trouble.

"The woman making the inquiry is definitely the odd person out. It is very common for women of all races and cultures to have close bonds with one another." A Commentor

For those who missed the discussion of Tripping Prince Charming which was held on my Facebook page, I've posted a bit of the conversation here and the remainder on the TPC blog

If you don't remember what Tripping Prince Charming if about, here is a refresher.

Three strong, independent women with no time for romance or girlish notions of knights in shining armor meet their match in three lovestruck men determined to make them believe in Prince Charming and happily ever after. 

Though the discussion was to be lighthearted it did become a topic on race and it's relationship to making and being a true friend. It began with a series of questions from a reader who later emailed, saying I and some of the people got her intent wrong.

"I have learned to recognize my prejudices and to get over them. The fact that those people saw
racism in my question proves that they, too are racist. Otherwise they would have taken my question at face value, in the same vein as it was asked... Perhaps if I had been present in the discussion I could have made all that clearer."

MY RESPONSE: I think it would've been a different conversation if you had been there. More than being a racist thing, I believe it was more like a knee-jerk reaction. With those of the Black race it felt as if the human factor was being questioned.
Whether or not those answering were racist or merely stating an opinion, is on them. I personally saw no racism, not even from you. I saw confusion from you both in the friendship arena, and then in the cultural. Does that mean you are racist? I honestly felt as if you saw the Black race as different when it comes to having the same emotions as any other people.

 Which is why I posed your questions, I too wanted to know if others felt friendships were different within their area of life. I know nothing about a certain "culture" because I have always been around varied people. As far as I am concerned, and it seems as if many saw it, race didn't play a role in how we react to people we call friends. We agree, we disagree, we move on.

I am no different when it comes to feeling as if I'm being examined by race than anyone, I always wonder where it's coming from. It's human nature, not racism.

Closed minded, in my opinion is a focus on one thing, not necessarily the be all and end all of thought. I would think if anyone was questioned in a stereotypical vein they would feel defensive.
No different than if someone said, you can't be friends with redheads because they fly off the handle. Or wondering if all redheads fight ? Or asking if blonds can  learn anything because they seem brainless. People defend their ideals.

Talk on culture causes conversation and not necessarily anger or dissent. I think if you ask a question you have to be able to accept all of the answers. It's the only way to develop a hypothesis.

If you see me in a different light than I have always shown myself, then I can't help that. I'll see you as no different. I am and will always be the same person.
Ey

I wanted to share it with those who missed it. The discussion began with a few questions from a White (I mention her color because it pertains to her questions) reader who couldn't join, but sent her questions in a note.

This is the reader's original note:

"First let me explain something about my own life that may be relevant. I grew up moving constantly so got to the point where I really did not have any close friends like the trio in your book. So part of my confusion may come from that. 

But, I also wonder if my question stems from a cultural/racial difference. My problem is that I don''t know how to decipher which is which. The relationship between the three women is so close and so candid . Their dialogue is very direct. This is not in any way a criticism. I thought it was very well written - but it didn't feel "real" to me. So my question is, 

"Do young African American women actually form bonds that close and are they really able to be so frank with each other? Is that really how such friendships work?" Or am I the anomaly and, "Do all young women who form close friendships as teens and interact that way with each other?" 

Is there a cultural difference, subtle though it may be, between how Black women relate to each other in the U'S. and how white women do in the same society? 

Third, what about cross racial friendships. Are there differences?

This really struck me as I was reading because I felt like I was looking into a foreign culture. It was richly and beautifully portrayed but I had difficulty relating to it. I'd love to touch on this when I write my review but it would help if I got a better insight into my questions. In other words, is it just me, because I've been isolated and never formed such friendships, or is this really a cultural difference that you have illustrated so well?

That's what made the discussion on the thread so interesting. It is these subtle differences that can't be grasped unless you have grown up in a particular culture. For me, unless, as I said, I am the odd one out, (definitely possible) if your trio had been white I would have found your story far less believable.

I would truly love to pursue this question in the discussion, both because I think it would get into some really interesting ideas but also because I will learn from it."

 

 READER'S QUESTION: Do young African American women actually form bonds that close and are they really able to be so frank with each other? Is that really how such friendships work?" Or am I the anomaly and, "Do all young women who form close friendships as teens and interact that way with each other?"

 Donna Dillon-Truckenbrod I don't think race has anything to do with it.I know I have a group of friends that know EVERYTHING about me, and we have these such interactions frequently. Without them, I would be lost.

 Ey Wade I have always taken friendships as they come, no matter the race. It is a matter of kinship and not necessarily of culture. Everyone brings something different to the table.

 Ey Wade That's how I feel too Donna.

 Ey Wade READER'S QUESTION: there a cultural difference, subtle though it may be, between how Black women relate to each other in the U'S. and how white women do in the same society?

 Inknbeans Press Friendships that last from childhood are almost like extensions of one's self. These people can finish your sentences and laugh at a one word comment because they associate it with 'do you remember that time...' They are also convinced they know what's best for you. That seems to describe Lillie-Rose, Carmella and Ivy.

 Ey Wade I agree. I loved those girls because they knew each other by a simple facial expression or the use of a certain word.

Inknbeans Press Regarding the second question: Is it race or location? These women reminded me, to an extent, of the characters in Steel Magnolias.

Laurie E. Boris I've seen close female friends being utterly frank with each other.

I'm not sure of where things went left,  but each person brings a bit of self into conversations. Interpretation and perception is individual,  neither right nor wrong. Please pop over and join the discussion. More @ TPC blog

When the Books Give Back. Character Interviews #amreading #mystery #YA #romance

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*Has Your Character Crossed the Line?* #thingslegendsaremadeof

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 Excerpt: CHAPTER TWO REFLECTIONS

The sting of the soap on the wounds brought

home how close she had been to danger in the backseat of Durham’s car and she trembled violently.
Last night was a nightmare she never wanted to relive. It was the closest she ever came to being raped when dealing with one of the pedophiles. The guy had been a huge, cruel and insensitive man and she didn’t think twice about giving a sigh of relief when his body disappeared in the whirlpool of Clear Lake’s waters. Never before had she had the need to fight off a child rapist like him. Most of the other creeps tried to use a gentle cajoling method to seduce her, believing her to be a child of 15 or 16, but this guy had been a real slum bucket. From the time she and Durham met him at the assigned place the creep was all over her. The arranged plan was for Durham to pretend to be her boyfriend and arranger of the meeting. They wove some story about needing money for an emergency road trip or something. They were to get the guy in the car and to the woods as quick as possible, but from the start it went awry. Standing in the middle of the small alley settling the arrangements, the guy grabbed onto her hand and refused to let it go, no matter how she tried to get it away. Durham, the extent of his anger growing more apparent from the glint in his eyes and his rigid posture was getting angrier and angrier as each moment passed. Before the monies were handed over she had pretended a feeble attempt at changing her mind and tried to walk away. All a part of the ‘act’ and the guy went a little ballistic and slammed her back against the wall of the building.
Her head smacked the bricks so hard it caused tears of pain to her run down her cheeks. For a moment she thought she would pass out. Just as she lifted her knee to give a good crotch jab, Durham hit the guy with a kidney punch and she was released.
Nursing the pain in his side the freak leaned against the wall and measured Durham’s potential in a fight. There was nothing weak or feeble looking about Durham. From the tight angry grip frozen on his facial features, pass the thick chest, shoulders, and arms stretching the seams of his sweater to the huge hands balled into fists at his side, everything about him shouted deliverance of intense pain.
“You can think you could, but you would be deceiving yourself. I’m going to tell you this one time,” Durham moved to press his nose directly into the man’s nose. “This girl here is mine and if you try to hurt her, you will die on the spot. If she doesn’t want to do this the deal is off. No if, ands, or buts. You will have to find your own kid.” He turned to her. He could see she was afraid and having her beat on was not and would never be a part of the plan.
“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to."
“I’m sorry. I promise I won’t hurt you.” The cretin stood up straight and offered his hand in apology, not a single sign of sincerity anywhere in his eyes. Penny put her hands in her pockets.
“Girl, you know what we came out here for.” Durham looked straight at her, making sure his steady gaze would not sway her decision. “All I can do is promise I won't let him hurt you."
“Alright, that’s good enough for me