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December 18, 2014

Night Falls on Solstice by Janine M. Donoho

A singular event— Our sun hovers over lush Tropics. The coy North Pole Tips away. Luminated hours shrink to an octet in Our boreal climes. Weather forecasters assess Winter an infant, Newborn upon December’s inception. The bewildered prepare for end times while Ancient rituals evoke Natural connections— Brief day Morphs into prolonged night. Tagged: ancient […]
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Published on December 18, 2014 18:33

December 15, 2014

Hacking the Writer’s Life by Janine Donoho

No one who knows me would accuse me of being a computer hacker. While the scope of digital life offered by computer, GPS, and yes, the Samsung devices beloved of Intrepid Guy, offer benefits, I occasionally need to read manuals. Despite my ongoing lust for cool tech, a smart phone or tablet’s at least a year […]
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Published on December 15, 2014 09:41

December 7, 2014

Passageways: Breaking through to the other side by Janine Donoho

While hiking in the snow today, a freestanding gate materialized from the mist. Not intended to protect livestock, this was another silly human attempt to restrict access. It clamored “mine, mine, mine” even as deer, coyote, and bobcat prints infringed on its periphery. My response? Gateways offer a way in—a transition between this side and the other. In other […]
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Published on December 07, 2014 18:01

December 1, 2014

The Strange Origami of Story Construction by Janine Donoho

When it comes to storytelling, I view myself as a fusion pantser/plotter. There’s an inherent thrill with going where story takes me and once the first fold connects points 1 and 2, I’m hooked. Then inexplicable clusters, timelines, and abstracts recombine into more intricate patterns. Still once I’ve developed basic folds and angles of characters, setting, […]
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Published on December 01, 2014 16:49

November 24, 2014

My Writing Habit by Janine Donoho

Early each morning—and even earlier as our earth tilts away from the sun and carries us into winter—Nina Sophia stretches out of her fluffy sheepskin pelt and cloudsoft binkies to hop onto the human bed where she burrows between duvet and blanket. That’s my cue. You see, I’ve reached that blissful state where children and […]
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Published on November 24, 2014 11:45

November 16, 2014

There and Back Again by Janine Donoho

Over the Puget Sound and whitewater rivers—through coastal woods morphing into inland forests, we traveled home to the Okanogan Highlands—and temperatures in the teens. Brrr. Tears were shed as we left behind our temporary pack, lifelong friends and family. Urban amenities I miss: pumpkin yogurt and Sawatdy Thai cuisine, the Bainbridge Athletic Club,and Gazzam Park’s […]
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Published on November 16, 2014 19:36

November 10, 2014

Putting a Buoyant ‘T’ in Temporary by Janine M. Donoho

Fam & Temporary Pack

Fam & Pack


Celebrating the connections

Celebrating the connections


We are fireflies—transiently bright lights  in this world, then poof!—gone. If fortunate, we illuminate a tiny sphere of darkness along the way. When our luminescence briefly reflects upon others who are significant to us, we rejoice in those connections.


Doberman in sheep's clothing

Doberman in sheep’s clothing


The Temporary Pack

Increasing a pack of one Italian greyhound to a temporary pack of three.


A Few Friends

Friends, dark chocolate & a movie :~>.


Thus, after a few weeks with geographically distant family, friends, and even a temporary pack, allow me to share another pictorial journey celebrating the joy of kinship. As cave time looms, including another phase of SOUNDINGS edits, I expect to revel in these treasured moments even as the here-and-now tick-tick-ticks along.


OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

An old acquaintance: USS John C. Stennis (CVN 74)


Because you’re here with me now, you’re invited to join in this visual feast.


Carrier meets ferry

Carrier meets ferry

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Published on November 10, 2014 21:03

November 3, 2014

Where Sea Meets Land by Janine Donoho

In the process of writing, one crucial response to exhausting my creative source is to change things up a bit. This goes beyond conditioning body and mind into worthy tools. Instead it focuses on ways to rest the charley horse cramping my writer’s brain.


Going to my favorite hardware store can be fun. I like to visualize exotic applications for washers, pipes, flexible plumbing connections, faucet handles, copper tubing and flashing. Steampunk couture, anyone? Or maybe it’s the fabric store, where pet-able materials and unique frills relax the writing part of the brain…or a cook’s shop where gadgets rule. Then a more impactful  fix offers itself.


Today I’m relishing changes in latitude and attitude. Joy is having writerly friends who travel – and who share their pack with you. My role as gypsy pup- and house-sitter presents opportunity to steep myself in local island culture even as I consider my new Fire and Earth Elemental projects. Along the way I check in with my BookTrope team, who are sailing SOUNDINGS, Water Elemental toward publication this coming February.


Enjoy these pictorial highlights.


Where sea meets land

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Published on November 03, 2014 08:38

September 29, 2014

When the Cougar Pounces by Janine M. Donoho

Tiny Predator

Tiny predator in the wild.


This isn’t about silly contemporary names attached to women of a certain age. And I suppose it isn’t actually about the wild cats known as mountain lions, panthers, and pumas, even though a hunting cougar provides the inciting incident. No, this blog’s about resilience and how you respond to stress.


One recent evening, I was hiking the national forest near dusk—okay, too close to dusk—with my 13 pound predator, otherwise known as Nina Sophia, Italian Greyhound extraordinaire. After staring intently into a thicket which she was focused on, I continued up the trail. Four strides later, she yelped.


I pivoted. There she was—facing off with a cougar.


He was ticked off, tail twitching, and considering his next move. Thus far, Nina, who unlike me can go from 0 to 25 mph almost instantly, was unscathed. I pulled not my gun, but the bear spray and started toward the mountain lion, about 90 pounds of volatile wildcat.


“Back off now!” I said. When I was half a VW length from him, he turned and disappeared into the forest.


“Come,” I told my little hound.


She aligned herself with me as I traded bear spray for pistol and headed up the trail. I howled, roared, and periodically spun around to catch any prowling cat midstride. That’s how the remaining ¾ mile to the truck passed. My sense of relief once Nina and I were safely inside the cab—well, it worked for me.


How I roll

Not pretty, but how I roll.


Oddly, I wasn’t shaken. Instead, I recognized my arrogance in taking this hike too late in the day, then analyzed my response to the threat. An over-reaction would have ended with a dead animal—too little a pushback with at least two dead animals. This outcome came from years living in the food chain while being both mentally and physically prepared for contingencies.


First I’m a conservation biologist—study of life, baby. Second, I had a plan. Third, I tend toward equal and opposite response. Thus we all lived to celebrate another day. My biggest regret? I failed to get a photo of the standoff between my tiny predator and the feral 90 pounder. Also in retrospect, I should have delivered a 1-2 second shot of bear spray to the cougar. He needed to learn there are consequences to bad behavior.


This entire suite of reactions equates with resilience, not a bad way to approach living in general and adversity in particular. Adapting well when faced with difficulty works. Even in something as ordinary to a writer as rejection. Never mind the occasional crazy maker.


Why I arm myself—yes, a fawn's ear in the cougar scat.

Why I arm myself—yes, a fawn’s ear in the cougar scat.


Resilience depends on behaviors, thoughts and actions that can be developed. We can all:



Make realistic plans and take steps to carry them out.

In this case, I looked big, acted tough, carried bear spray and a 9 mm (last resort);
Keep things in perspective.

The cougar appeared young and healthy, although inexperienced and there was no wind, thus the bear spray;
Nurture a positive view of yourself along with confidence in your strengths and abilities.

Practice using your tools of choice e.g. bear spray and 9 mm;
Build skills in communication and problem solving.

“Bad cougar, bad!” or equivalent;
Maintain a healthy and flexible body.

Yes, step away from the Ben & Jerry’s and stay active;
Shore up the capacity to manage strong feelings and impulses.

No animals were harmed in this episode—including yours truly.

With those skills, you can face down an editor who tells you you’re in the wrong business and who asks, “Whatever made you think you could write?”


Really, this happened to a well-published and renowned author and friend.


You can also apply this to team building. I have that option with BookTrope, my 21st century hybrid publisher. You recognize the potentially great book manager, editor, publicist, and cover artist, then aren’t shy about asking them to play with you.


So be prepared, do the work, and build resilience into your daily life. You never know when a mountain lion might pounce—but you’ll be ready.Mountain lion

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Published on September 29, 2014 12:23

When the Cougar Pounces

Tiny Predator

Tiny predator in the wild.


This isn’t about silly contemporary names attached to women of a certain age. And I suppose it isn’t actually about the wild cats known as mountain lions, panthers, and pumas, even though a hunting cougar provides the inciting incident. No, this blog’s about resilience and how you respond to stress.


One recent evening, I was hiking the national forest near dusk—okay, too close to dusk—with my 13 pound predator, otherwise known as Nina Sophia, Italian Greyhound extraordinaire. After staring intently into a thicket which she was focused on, I continued up the trail. Four strides later, she yelped.


I pivoted. There she was—facing off with a cougar.


He was ticked off, tail twitching, and considering his next move. Thus far, Nina, who unlike me can go from 0 to 25 mph almost instantly, was unscathed. I pulled not my gun, but the bear spray and started toward the mountain lion, about 90 pounds of volatile wildcat.


“Back off now!” I said. When I was half a VW length from him, he turned and disappeared into the forest.


“Come,” I told my little hound.


She aligned herself with me as I traded bear spray for pistol and headed up the trail. I howled, roared, and periodically spun around to catch any prowling cat midstride. That’s how the remaining ¾ mile to the truck passed. My sense of relief once Nina and I were safely inside the cab—well, it worked for me.


How I roll

Not pretty, but how I roll.


Oddly, I wasn’t shaken. Instead, I recognized my arrogance in taking this hike too late in the day, then analyzed my response to the threat. An over-reaction would have ended with a dead animal—too little a pushback with at least two dead animals. This outcome came from years living in the food chain while being both mentally and physically prepared for contingencies.


First I’m a conservation biologist—study of life, baby. Second, I had a plan. Third, I tend toward equal and opposite response. Thus we all lived to celebrate another day. My biggest regret? I failed to get a photo of the standoff between my tiny predator and the feral 90 pounder. Also in retrospect, I should have delivered a 1-2 second shot of bear spray to the cougar. He needed to learn there are consequences to bad behavior.


This entire suite of reactions equates with resilience, not a bad way to approach living in general and adversity in particular. Adapting well when faced with difficulty works. Even in something as ordinary to a writer as rejection. Never mind the occasional crazy maker.


Why I arm myself—yes, a fawn's ear in the cougar scat.

Why I arm myself—yes, a fawn’s ear in the cougar scat.


Resilience depends on behaviors, thoughts and actions that can be developed. We can all:



Make realistic plans and take steps to carry them out.

In this case, I looked big, acted tough, carried bear spray and a 9 mm (last resort);
Keep things in perspective.

The cougar appeared young and healthy, although inexperienced and there was no wind, thus the bear spray;
Nurture a positive view of yourself along with confidence in your strengths and abilities.

Practice using your tools of choice e.g. bear spray and 9 mm;
Build skills in communication and problem solving.

“Bad cougar, bad!” or equivalent;
Maintain a healthy and flexible body.

Yes, step away from the Ben & Jerry’s and stay active;
Shore up the capacity to manage strong feelings and impulses.

No animals were harmed in this episode—including yours truly.

With those skills, you can face down an editor who tells you you’re in the wrong business and who asks, “Whatever made you think you could write?”


Really, this happened to a well-published and renowned author and friend.


You can also apply this to team building. I have that option with BookTrope, my 21st century hybrid publisher. You recognize the potentially great book manager, editor, publicist, and cover artist, then aren’t shy about asking them to play with you.


So be prepared, do the work, and build resilience into your daily life. You never know when a mountain lion might pounce—but you’ll be ready.Mountain lion

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Published on September 29, 2014 12:23