Monthly Archives: April 2010

What’s Goin’ on in Whistler?? GoWhistler Knows

My favourite twitter feed by far for information about Whistler Mountain has got to be, without a doubt GoWhistler
In fact, GoWhistler on Facebook is a must for skiers and boarders, but everyone already knows that. What they don’t know is that people like me (artists, writers musicians and culture hounds should be checking these pages out so they know exactly what to expect for “apres fun” on this amazing mountain.

Photos next week…

The Telus stage is rocking and has been since 2:30 today, so get up here for Saturday – no regrets, I promise. Gotta hit the hottub…tired after a massage, hydration and music…ah life is good.

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Fanatykco Whistler Mountain

I’ve been at Whistler for a week now and because I have not been skiing (still worried about the busted ribs), I have had loads of time to wander around Whistler Village and check out the shops.

I’ve been on the hunt for a pair of ski boots as I plan to start skiing again next year (and might ride up on Saturday for the Telus Ski and Snowboard Fest). Not only have I been looking for good boots, but I’ve wanted to find a shop where the sales staff really knows their stuff and takes the time to talk and back up their product.

Fanatykco in Whistler village met all of my expectations. The guy who fitted my boots, Kevin, couldn’t have been more patient and helpful. Plus, I can take my boots back any time because they guarantee the fit. Fanatykco was the fourth or fifth store i went into and I knew within minutes of talking to the staff that I was in the right place.

So, I’m passing it on! Support this store – they deserve it.

Oh, and another cute quirk – one of the owners/staff just got a silver-haired lab and it has its own facebook page. How Whistler is that?

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Cuts to BC Teacher Librarians Shocking

BC teacher-librarians stunned by proposed cuts

Teacher-librarians across the province are stunned by proposed cuts to
teacher-librarian staffing in recent budget recommendations by Vancouver and
Coquitlam, said Heather Daly, president of the BC Teacher-Librarians’

“Once upon a time, the provincial government said they wanted BC to be the
most literate jurisdiction in North America,
” said Daly. “But now,
government underfunding is forcing school districts to lay off the very
people that help children learn to read.

“Teacher-librarians don’t just teach students to read, we teach them to love
reading. Teacher-librarians teach research skills and Internet literacy.
Without teacher-librarians, schools and students will lose a valuable
resource that will only negatively impact their learning.”

In Vancouver, the board of education has proposed:

– Reduction of 43.0 FTE teachers including resource teachers (ESL and
Special Education), learning assistance/skills development teachers,
secondary school counsellors, and teacher-librarians.
– This proposed reduction of learning specialist teachers including
teacher-librarians, with a budget impact of $2,911,530, is the largest,
single proposed cut within the budget recommendations.
– Elimination of the 1.0 FTE teacher-librarian consultant position with
the subsequent addition of a 0.4 FTE teacher-librarian mentor.
– Elimination of 0.4 additional teacher-librarian time at Britannia
Elementary, with 0.2 eliminated in 2010–11 and the remaining 0.2 eliminated
in 2011–12.

In Coquitlam, the board of education has proposed:

– Reduction of 9.0 FTE non-enrolling teachers including
– This proposed reduction, with a budget impact of $810,000, is the
largest, single proposed cut within the budget recommendations.

“The BC Teacher-Librarians’ Association is calling on all boards of
education to preserve school library services for students and reject
recommendations that will hurt literacy in BC,” said Daly. “Schools need a
library that is open all day and staffed with a teacher-librarian to ensure
students have the best access to books and research possible.”

For more information, go to the BC Teacher-Librarians’ Association website
at or contact Heather Daly at 604-937-6380.

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Promote Your Book Effectively – Workshop Giveaway Kamloops, Victoria, Prince George

Would you like to learn how to promote your book more effectively?
Do you have an out of print book that you own the rights to and would like to see back in print?
Do you dream about self publishing your book to supplement your income?

Live Your Dream Workshops teach you how to do all of those things, and THEY’RE GIVING AWAY A SPOT AT ALL 6 OF THEIR UPCOMING WORKSHOPS! To enter the contest for your area, or to register for a workshop, visit their website at For Kamloops – the deadline to enter the contest is Friday April 16th, so don’t miss out!

The workshops are facilitated by Crystal Stranaghan, who has worked as a publisher, editor, book designer, publishing consultant and creative writing mentor on more than 50 book projects of all kinds, and Jared Hunt, who is an experienced writer, editor, creative writing mentor, game designer, publishing consultant and an expert in new publishing technologies.

Kamloops: Self Publishing For Profit (April 24), Book Marketing Mixology (April 25)
Victoria: Self Publishing For Profit (May 22), Book Marketing Mixology (May 23)
Prince George: Self Publishing For Profit (June 5), Book Marketing Mixology (June 6)

Visit http://www.jaredhunt.Dream Workshops or call toll free 1-877-261-7901 for more information.

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Canada Council Turns Me Down Again! My Heart Breaks

I am writing this blog post to share my pain with other writers and my shame…yes, shame. Once again, I have been turned down for a Canada Council Grant. This time, I was asking for a travel grant because I am going to spend three weeks at at writer’ retreat in Quebec (I will blog all the details once I am closer to the date).

I don’t know how to get a grant from CC. I send in all the documentation, all the award nominations and successes, reviews, project outlines, references, expense reports – every thing they ask for – I give and more. And yet, I can’t even get travel money, and I’ve never been succesful in getting money to work on my books…It is so frustrating and humiliating. That is why I want to share this with other writers. In my workshops, I always tell emerging artists to accept rejection with grace and move on. I quote Samuel Beckett’s “Ever tried? Ever Failed? Try harder. Fail better.”

Here is the message I always get – and I always cry 😦

Grant Application Result
Decision Unsuccessful

The assessment committee for the program, has recently completed its deliberations. We regret to inform you that your application was not successful. Committee members were asked to review and evaluate each application and to make grant recommendations based on the assessment criteria published in the program application guidelines. Because of the limited funds available, the assessment committee’s decisions had to be made in an extremely competitive context. All committee decisions are final.

It’s not always easy to “Practice What you Preach.”
I will accept this rejection with grace…

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Book excerpt from Daniel Dinges, Get Out of the Way

Guest Blogger, Daniel Dinges has kindly provided readers with an excerpt from his new book, Get Out of the Way.

Have a read and then send me an email. Dinges’ publisher has kindly agreed to give away a free copy of Get Out of the Way. If you’d like a copy, just post a comment, as to why you think this would be a great addition to your library.

Chapter Eleven
Hand Grenades and Atropine

There were all kinds of other things to learn, of course. Most topics were just skimmed over. For instance, the two days of hand-to-hand combat training we got. I don’t think I would feel good about having to defend myself against a skilled, trained, and experienced adversary with that little training. For most of these topics, it was just preparation for advanced infantry training, which would come next for most of us.
I remember a particular CBR (Chemical, Biological, Radiological) lecture very well. It had been an unusually cold day for April, and by midmorning, we were all shivering. The lecture hall was warm. and as we thawed out, we began to get sleepy.
The instructor began the session by announcing that if anyone were caught sleeping during the lecture, he would be invited to demonstrate the use of an atropine injector for the class. The class was very informative, but boring. Then we got to the atropine injector. Atropine was and is the antidote of choice for nerve gas. It looked like a cigar tin. Inside were a large long needle and the dose of the drug. You use it by slamming the end of the tin against the body. A very strong spring propels the needle through the clothing into the body and injects the dosage.
The recommendation was to inject it into the meaty part of the thigh at the back. Just about that time, the instructor noticed a sleeping trainee in the back.
“Send the trooper in seat forty-one down to the stage.” Up he came, still half asleep. “You were sleeping, right?”
“Uh, yes, Sergeant.”
“Sit down.” The trainee obeyed.
“Here, inject yourself with this.”
“Slap the end on your thigh.”
The trainee had slept through the part about the meaty area behind the bone. Instead, he slapped the injector right down on top of his thigh. The needle imbedded itself in the bone, and the whole thing stuck there waving like a flag in the wind.
They got a gurney that had been stationed nearby and wheeled him right out. I think this had happened before. The incident has always stuck with me, so to speak. In ‘91, during Operation Desert Storm, the Israelis issued atropine injectors to the general population in case of chemical attack by Iraq. I remember a CNN report about one incident where a number of citizens panicked after a missile attack and took the atropine. Many of them were hospitalized. I immediately got a mental picture of the trainee in basic.
The hand grenade toss was another of those special moments. It was squeezed into the schedule one afternoon near the end of rifle qualification. I was doing great on the rifle range, so the DI asked me to come along in the morning to help set up the grenade range. We put out all the munitions and loaded the practice grenades, all under the watchful eye of the range officers for the day. Unlike most of the jobs the training company personnel did, the duty for this range was spread out. Everyone got a turn. The reason was that this was the most dangerous job in the place.
They would eventually have to stand in a foxhole while trainees threw live ones. You could see the stress on their faces. Nobody enjoyed this exercise. Throwing hand grenades looks so macho on the movie screen. In real life, it is a different business.
The grenade we were using at that time was very powerful and very deadly. Most trainees couldn’t throw one far enough to get out of the range of the blast. The grenade itself was about the size of a baseball, only much heavier. It was smooth and looked different from the pineapple of WWII. The firing mechanism was functionally the same. You pulled a pin from the handle at the top. When you threw it, the handle flipped off, arming the timer. When the time was up, it exploded.
There were a couple of things to keep in mind. The thing did not always explode on time. It could detonate anywhere from three seconds to eight seconds after the handle came off. Forget about counting to three before you let go. The other thing was that the handle was made out of a very light aluminum. If you squeezed it hard, it would bend. This flexibility led to a phenomenon called milking. If you got nervous and started squeezing the handle before you threw it, you could actually start the timer without any visible sign. You would not figure it out until the thing went off in your hand, killing you and whoever happened to be nearby.
The rest of the company showed up after they were done at the rifle range. The afternoon started with a lecture about these weapons, range safety protocols, and the schedule for the afternoon. Next, we threw duds that weighed the same as the real thing. From the number of them that ended up short of the flag that represented a safe distance from the blast, I would agree that most of us could not throw one far enough to be safe without taking cover.
We then threw simulators. Duds with a real firing mechanism attached. You pulled the pin, and it went off with a small bang, like a firecracker after the fuse delay. I had spent most of the morning putting them together. This was supposed to get you used to arming and throwing in one fluid motion.
Finally, it was time for the real thing. A single trainee would climb into a throwing pit where an officer was waiting. His job was to save your life if you screwed up by freezing with the grenade in your hand, dropping it, or doing something else stupid and deadly. No wonder the range officers were so happy to be there.
Eventually, it was my turn. I already had met the instructor while we were preparing the grenades that morning. His mood had not improved. With each new recruit, he was getting a little more nervous. The lieutenant gave me the instructions. I picked the thing up with my throwing hand, held it across my chest, and grabbed the pin with my other hand. At his signal, I pulled the pin, swung back my arm, and pitched the thing as far as I could. I guess I hesitated too long before I took cover. The lieutenant grabbed me behind the neck and slammed me into the ground. I didn’t mind. The grenade exploded as advertised. I got up and thanked the instructor. I do not know if the other recruits felt the way I did.
No one messed up, so we all got back to the barracks in one piece. I did not envy those officers having to play that game every month or so.
It was about this time that the whole company got into trouble. Our company commander was pleased with our progress and decided to let the company go to lunch without any officers or instructors. This was against post regulations, of course, and it was meant to show his trust in our ability to act like soldiers. It meant that the acting NCOs (noncommissioned officers), of which I was one, would have to form the company and march to the mess hall; and after lunch, re-form and march back to the company barracks.
Things were going great until we got close to the mess hall. At that point, we noticed another company approaching from a different direction. It appeared to be closer than we were. If they got there first, we would have to wait around outside for that unit to eat. Only one company was allowed in the mess at a time. There was always the chance that the mess hall would run out of food. That happened too often and was one of the most frustrating parts of our existence. Nothing like getting to the mess hall after five or six hours of strenuous activity and finding out that lunch was going to be a scoop of soggy string beans and lumpy mashed potatoes. One night, we had come home late from the range to find that exact situation. When we got to the chow line, there was almost nothing there. The soldier behind me actually got tears in his eyes. There was very nearly a food riot.
We decided to speed up. So, we went to a double step. Eventually, the other company noticed we were going faster and would get there first. It also sped up. We responded and increased our speed to a trot. The other unit followed suit. As we turned the corner, we were barely ahead. The last 100 yards turned into an all-out mad dash by a company of hungry trainees. We got in front of the hall and quickly organized ourselves into a neat column. Just then, the other company got there. A real lieutenant walked up and asked to talk to the officer in charge about our flagrant violation of a post regulation. Of course, all of our officers and DIs were back at the company barracks.
The incident was reported to the training battalion headquarters, and our company commander got a stiff reprimand. He quickly demonstrated his displeasure with our performance. Our consequence was two extra hours of physical training every day for a week. There is nothing like doing sit-ups at three thirty a.m. in a mud puddle to teach you the error of your ways.
One of the milestones of the course was the bivouac. It was a two-day camp out, army style. We marched out into the undeveloped part of the fort and set up camp. We slept in pup tents, dug foxholes, ran around, and fired many blanks through the rifles. The foxhole part was a real pain.
The ground around the fort is rock and clay. A regulation foxhole is six feet deep. We spent all afternoon working our butts off, and most of us did not have a hole that was even four feet deep. When the mobile kitchen showed up, the cadre finally showed pity on us and let us stop.
Nighttime was the fun part for the company DIs. We were sleeping in two-man tents with our packs and rifles inside. The game was to see if they could steal the rifles out of the tent without waking us up. The penalty for getting your weapon stolen was lots of extra duty. That had actually been a big problem in Korea. Teams of enemy soldiers would sneak into a camp at night and steal a bunch of weapons. Then, the whole force would attack. Many of our soldiers died that way.
The only way to make sure that did not happen, they said, was to place the two rifles in your tent at a right angle to the entrance on the ground and sleep on them. We were told that it was impossible to steal them if you did that. It was also a good way to wake up with a terrific backache. I learned later that evening that you could, in fact, steal them anyway. All you had to do is make sure the troops were sleeping soundly and take your time. I decided sleeping soundly in the field is a good way to end up dead. As usual, folks did screw up and get themselves some extra duty.
About eleven, Sergeant Green woke me up and asked me to take a walk with him to check the perimeter. We moved off into the woods, and he started showing me some tricks he had learned about moving silently in the jungle. We were out about an hour sneaking up on guards, stealing rifles and whatnot, just like the rest of the cadre. I don’t think I learned anything earthshaking. We did get some time to talk informally about life in the army, his family, and the usual things. It was a special time.
We were sitting on a log a few yards off one of the main trails. That way, we had a good view of anyone coming down the trail, and no one could see us.
“Is this like it is at night over there?” That was what was mostly on my mind, of course.
“Naw, the jungle is so thick that it’s pitch-black at night. You have to rely on your ears and senses of smell and touch. Charlie is so good he can steal stuff from your foxhole with you in it. Next morning, stuff is just gone.” It was too dark to see his expression, but his voice said a whole lot more than the words. “They do that just to scare the shit out of you. They could kill you just as easily. Night, that’s the roughest time.”
“How long will it be before you have to go back?”
“Oh, a year or so, maybe. My wife is just getting over this trip. I hope she feels calmer about it by then. Right now, she wants me to get out.”
I wondered why he was staying. “Why don’t you get out?”
“I enlisted right after high school. I don’t know how to do anything else. I’m staying in for my twenty if I can.” We talked for a while and then moved on.
Then, of course, there were the rattlesnakes. Fort Wood is famous for them. We all carried one unauthorized piece of equipment: a snake stick. That was a long tree branch with a fork at the end. They were not too big of a problem when we were out there. I only saw a couple. The DIs said they got so bad at times that the exercise had to be canceled.

Get Out of the Way by Daniel Dinges

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Welcome Guest Blogger and Author, Daniel Dinges

Why I Wrote Get Out of the Way
by Daniel Dinges

(Watch the Get out of the Way Trailer on You Tube)

Get Out of the Way has to do with the passage of time. At sixty-three, the idea of writing stories about the Vietnam era became more and more attractive to me.

My motivation to write also came from my personal experiences in public high school classrooms several years ago. It is amazing what educators have done to contort the history of the Vietnam War and Sixties culture, with much of its value and relevance relegated to a few dry paragraphs.

The students in these classrooms, however, showed intense interest in what actually went on in the “old days.” We had some great conversations, and giving them primary source insights was a delight. This work attempts to provide an accurate, and close up view of what it was like to be a young adult in the Sixties and early ‘70s.

Perhaps the most important and simplest reason I wrote my first historical novel was to entertain. This story informs, makes you laugh, and perhaps brings you to tears.

I started to write the book for the first time in 1991. I had been out of the army for over 20 years and was bursting to write down all those great memories. When I contacted people in the publishing industry, they gave me some bad news. Lots of other writers had the same idea, and for the most part the books were turning out to be unsuccessful.
No one was interested. The project was put on a shelf.

In 2006, after my experiences in teaching, I was determined to try again. The publishing industry had not changed its view of books about the still controversial conflict. This time I took the project more seriously. I read books on novel structure and character development. Online workshops were very useful. Regular attendance at a local writers circle was also a help.

One of the things I did was to attend a writers’ conference. It was a great experience that I believe this type of activity would benefit any would-be author. The Southeastern Writers Conference takes place every year on St. Simons Island, Georgia. The atmosphere is very “Georgia nice.” Even if you receive literary criticism, it takes you a couple of days to realize it.

Some Agents & Editors Conferences offer a one-on-one meeting with an established literary agent, and provide an opportunity to have a portion of your manuscript evaluated by someone in the publishing industry. I had gotten to a point where I felt it was time to decide whether to put the project away again or go for broke. This looked like the perfect time and place to make that decision.

My meeting with the literary agent never happened. The schedule was for, let us just call him “The Agent,” to give a presentation on Tuesday night, and then do meetings on Wednesday. There were not quite enough sessions to accommodate every writer in attendance, so I stood in line a couple of hours to make sure I got on the schedule.

On Tuesday night, he was almost an hour late for his presentation, something about the Dolphin Watch taking longer than expected. After rambling on for around 40 minutes on how influential an agent is, he finally got to something of value. “First let me tell you about the kind of projects I’m looking for,” he announced. What followed was a list presented in very general terms and included, at some level, almost anything you could think of. Then he got to the part about those projects that were definitely not of interest. The first item was the Vietnam War. I cancelled my meeting time.

I did meet with a publishing professional the next day. He said the same thing. The work showed promise from a writing perspective, but had no literary value. Fortunately, some of the other conference presenters offered solid encouragement and so I continued with the project.

Over time, the manuscript took its final shape. Several hundred literary agents turned it down. Eventually, Tate Publishing expressed an interest, and here it is. When you read my book, I hope you find it an enjoyable romp through a unique time.

Daniel Dinges lives in the Rio Grande Valley of Texas. Get Out of the Way is his first book. Visit the author here .

Dinges’ publisher has kindly agreed to give away a free copy of Get Out of the Way. If you’d like a copy, just post a comment as to why you think this would be a great addition to your library.

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