My Jane’s Walk Revisited

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Last year I enjoyed my Jane’s Walk so much I’ve decided to do it again. On Saturday, May 2, I’ll be leading two 1.5-hour strolls through Calgary’s Balmoral neighbourhood, the main setting for my latest novel, A Killer Whisky. The novel takes place in 1918 and the focus of my walk will be the community’s history. Balmoral developed during Calgary’s real estate boom in the early 20th century. Many buildings of historical significance still stand and serve their original purpose, like Balmoral School, one of 19 sandstone schools build by the Calgary School Board during that time of rapid city growth.  

My walks will essentially be the same as last year’s with added details I’ve learned since then. Last May, during my introductory spiel in Balmoral Circus Park, a long time resident recalled that a home on the square used to be a Scouts Canada meeting hall. I’ve since confirmed this and will add the tidbit to my talk. 

Another resident thought a former mayor of Calgary had lived in a home adjacent to the square. After the walk, she rang the doorbell and chatted with the current owners, who were aware of their home’s illustrious former resident. These kinds of group participation make Jane’s walks engaging and relaxed. This mayor was a colourful character and I’ve researched him for the walks. 

Me talking about the historical Kelly Block (originally Hicks Block) building

 
Balmoral Circus Park, the walks’ beginning and end points, was recently redeveloped as a community meeting place with tables and chairs–heavy and solid so they aren’t easy to steal. This year my walk description ends with an invitation to bring a lunch to eat at the tables after the morning walk or before the afternoon walk if the weather’s fine. Calgary weather in early May can potentially be cold, snowy, hot, rainy, or perfect for a picnic outside. The walks will go ahead unless there’s a blizzard or deluge.

Jane’s Walks happen annually the first weekend of May in cities around the world. The walks are free, but you have to register. Many walks fill quickly. I originally scheduled a morning Balmoral Heritage Walk but, after it filled, I added a repeat walk in the afternoon. You can register here. https://www.eventbrite.ca/e/balmoral-heritage-walk-tickets-1986939846568?aff=oddtdtcreator&keep_tld=true

For more information and to see if your home city will participate, check out this website: Jane’s Walk – Jane’s Walk is a festival of free, community-led walking conversations.

If you’re in Calgary, have a look at this year’s Calgary offerings: https://janeswalk.calgarycommunities.com/  Last year, Calgarians enjoyed over 80 walks that included bike rides and a two-minute walk to a historic building to make sketches. The majority of the Jane’s Walks range from easy strolls like mine to vigourous city hikes.

 
Something for everyone!   

       

Artificial Intelligence: the Good, Bad, & Ugly

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Every day I receive an email from a stranger wanting to feature one of my novels in their book club or promote the book in another way. I almost fell for the first email. It was well-written, contained specific details about my story, and analyzed it better than I could have done myself. I was sure the sender had read the book until later that day a similar email arrived from another stranger. Two new fans who loved my novel and wanted to help it get the recognition it deserved? This seemed too good to be true.   

Within days, I saw a Facebook post by an author who had received one of these effusive emails. This convinced me they were scams created by Artificial Intelligence. Not that I understood AI, but the emails were something beyond my previous experience. I deleted them both. 

From then on, I pressed “delete” without reading these kinds of emails. Quick deletion was possible because the first line of messages appears in my inbox and clues me in to the rest. So, this daily process wasn’t too time consuming. Then variants appeared. Authors I didn’t know wanted to connect with me as a fellow writer. A few were famous, like “Margret Atwood.” Fortunately, I knew the real Atwood spells her first name “Margaret.” 

The most recent variant came from “Kaela” who said she’d tried to post a review of my novel A Killer Whisky on Amazon but her review was rejected, so she asked for my Goodreads link to post a review there. Her story was plausible as I know many people who’ve been unable to post Amazon reviews, but why would she need my Goodreads link? While I was suspicious, I wrote back advising her to search for me on Goodreads. Meanwhile, a second person (I’ll call him Jake) emailed me with the same review issues.  

“Kaela” replied with an attachment of the Goodreads review she’d posted. I went directly to the Goodreads site and her review was there! Was this really legitimate? I sent “Jake” my same reply, suggesting he search for me on Goodreads. I also thanked “Kaela” for her review. Then — big mistake — I decided to copy her rave review for my records and clicked on her attachment. Seconds later, alarms shrilled on my computer. A voice blared “Your IP address is stolen!” My computer mouse didn’t work. I think the voice told me NOT to shut down my computer, but this is exactly what you should do in that situation. It worked. When I turned my computer back on, all was normal with no apparent damage done.   

“Jake” had now replied. I was curious to see what he’d said and assumed my computer would be safe if I didn’t open any attachments or click on links. I opened his email and the alarm instantly blared because he had embedded his review in the email message. Curse you “Jake” for fooling me a second time. 

“Kaela” replied to my thank-you note with a message that began, “Susan, you’re very welcome! It truly was my pleasure to read and review …” I was too afraid to open her email for fear of crashing my computer, but I pinned the email to the top of my inbox in case I had the nerve (or foolishness) to see what she had said.  

Writers who’ve responded to these scam emails say that, once they rope you in, they ask for money to fund the project they’ll set up for your awesome book. Some direct you to websites that look legit but turn out to be phony. The individual amounts requested aren’t enormous, but if a percentage of the targeted authors sends money, presumably the accumulated amount is worth the scammer’s effort. 

Like all scams, they appeal to the target’s weakness. In this case, it’s every writers’ longing for their hard-earned work to reach and be appreciated by readers.         

Sadder still, these scam emails have made me suspicious of every unexpected email related to my writing. In the past, I’ve enjoyed engaging with readers this way, and some were strangers with genuine interest. I can’t even fully trust emails of this type from people I know because email addresses can be stolen. Along the way, I’ll probably delete an opportunity that is actually real. 

So far, this post has been all about the Bad & Ugly of Artificial Intelligence, but the Good exists. For the past 13 years, I’ve exchanged letters with a relative in the Czech Republic. Neither of us speaks the other’s language. I compose my letters in English, plug them into Google Translate, and send her the Czech translation. I’ve suggested she do the same, but she continues to handwrite me letters in Czech. I tried typing them on Google translate, but it doesn’t work because every second Czech word has an accent. Over the years, I’ve scrambled to find people to translate her letters, but now, thanks to AI, I photographed her last letter, uploaded it to ChatGPT, and got a good translation. 

I’m sure Artificial Intelligence has hundreds of other useful applications, and I can see a great potential for medical diagnoses and treatment programs. Every innovation comes with the good, bad, & ugly.

Today, in the name of research for this blog post, I opened “Kaela’s” latest email on my old computer. No alarms went off. My computer didn’t freeze. “Kaela’s” friendly message continued with an offer to introduce me to Book Cafe to promote my novel that touched her deeply. She signed off with a casual, “Would you like more details?”

I deleted her but almost feel we had a relationship. Creepy, but maybe in the future we’ll all have AI friends. Is this a huge leap from Facebook and other online friendships?  

I also checked my novel’s reviews on the Goodreads site. “Kaela’s” rave review is gone. Drat!

 

       

 

 

 

Travel & Historical Research: a fun combination

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I’m planning a trip to Karlovy Vary, Czechia (aka Karlsbad, Czech Republic) to do research for my historical novel-in-progress. My initial idea was to visit the locations in the story. take numerous photographs and notes, and soak in the atmosphere to make my novel more vivid and authentic. 

Many of these locations are tourist sites, such as the Elisabeth Spa, where my novel’s protagonist works. Austrian Emperor Franz-Josef built the opulent baths to honour his late wife Elisabeth (Sisi). The spa opened in 1906. My novel takes place in 1914 during the months leading up to World War One. On my short visit to Karlovy Vary thirteen years ago, I saw the Elisabeth Spa building and its gardens and park setting. On this refresher trip, I’ll get a peek inside by enjoying swimming and relaxation pools. Research is tough work.

During my trip planning, I discovered that Karlovy Vary has an excellent museum with exhibits on the history and development of the town since the 15th century, famous Karlovy Vary doctors and visitors, and local crafts, art and historical collections. Might the museum have archives that I could view with advance notice? It also occurred to me that the municipal library must have books of local interest not available elsewhere. I emailed both institutions about my research trip and explained that my novel was inspired my 2013 visit to Karlovy Vary and my maternal grandparents who immigrated to Canada from Czechia shortly after WWI. I received helpful and enthusiastic replies.

Librarian Kateřina Krieglsteinová advised me to check the Karlovy Vary Library’s online catalogue and send her a list of books that interest me. She will have them available when I arrive and supplement them with other relevant books. In addition, she offered to arrange a walking tour of the city with an English-speaking guide knowledgeable about local history, a visit to the Karlovy Vary Museum exhibits, and, as a benefit to the library, an informal, evening talk about my writing and ancestors in Czechia for their readers. Since I don’t speak Czech, she’ll try to find a translator.     

David Čech from the Karlovy Vary Museum replied that he and two historians will be available to show me their museum archives that include old maps, photographs, postcards, and official documents. He supplied the historians’ email addresses so I could contact them directly and about a dozen links to websites with historical information. One of these was the “Kurlisten,” which lists every spa guest in Karlovy Vary from 1795 to 1949. I had recalled reading that Sigmund Freud was in Karlovy Vary at the outbreak of WWI and made him a character in my novel even though I couldn’t find confirmation of his visit anywhere on the internet. I asked David about this. He sent me an article stating that Freud “took the cure” in Karlovy Vary from July 13 to early August, 1914, as well as the “Kurlisten” page that records his arrival on July 13, 1914. My novel had Freud arriving a month earlier, but now I’ve altered the timeline to make his story appearance historically accurate. This will involve a number of changes, but at this first draft stage of writing, the revision isn’t drastic.  

I also asked one of the historians about current spa culture in Karlovy Vary. It’s still a thriving industry, but the pictures I’ve seen show treatments done in modern facilities. I’d like to experience one in a historical atmosphere. The historian said I’d be disappointed; the old ways are all gone. He suggested I visit the building of the former imperial spa, which has been renovated into a cultural centre and museum. I hadn’t known this building existed. I emailed it and learned the facility offers guided and audio guide tours of its displays of the golden era of the spa industry in the early 20th century. I’ll definitely add this to my itinerary. My research trip idea began as a relaxing jaunt through the footsteps travelled by the characters in my historical novel. I’d stroll down the river promenade, enjoy leisurely lunches at cafes to gather details for my story’s fictional cafe, and hike to historic viewpoints. I’ll still do all these things and more — library and museum visits, guided tours, evening talk with readers who don’t speak my language. It feels overwhelming but exciting.

Imagine Karlovy Vary in 1914

Muddling Through a First Draft

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Last summer, I started a new novel. I got half way through the first draft by Christmas and set the manuscript aside for the holidays. My New Year’s Resolution is to finish the first draft this spring.

The novel’s story begins in Czechia aka Czech Republic three months before the start of World War One. I chose this time period to make use of the research I’d done for my last novel, A Killer Whisky, which was set during the final days of WWI. This era also ties the new book to my maternal grandparents, the inspirations for my new story. They emigrated from Czechia (then part of the Austria-Hungary empire) shortly after The Great War and settled in Canada. 

Matous and Emilie Slovacek

Unlike A Killer Whisky, this novel-in-progress isn’t a whodunit mystery. A murder will take place – I think – but it won’t happen until later in the story. My original plan was to kill off the victim at the book’s one quarter mark, prompting my protagonist and her friends to escape to North America to avoid the police and imminent war. But as my writing of the story progressed, I didn’t want to rush the killing and stumbled upon a different first quarter turning point. My characters remained in Czechia and hatched a criminal plan, but it still didn’t lead to murder half way through. Their prospective victim is also becoming fun, in an evil way, and I’d like to keep him in the story.  

Before my Christmas break, I outlined enough future action to take place in Czechia that I’m pretty sure my characters won’t cross the Atlantic Ocean before the end of the book. There are advantages to keeping them in one location. Sending them elsewhere would mean creating a new supporting cast and researching another historical setting. Instead, I can develop my existing support characters more deeply and give them larger roles in the story.

My Czechia setting of Karlovy Vary will also need to carry the whole book. A positive will be the opportunity more richly describe Karlovy Vary (Karlsbad in German), a beautiful spa city known for its hot springs and healing mineral waters. Goethe, Beethoven, Chopin, and Peter the Great were frequent visitors. A negative is that I don’t live there. I visited Karlovy Vary thirteen years ago but feel a need to return to check out the locations in my story and learn more about the spa city’s history. 

So, this spring, I’ll be adding a week or so in Czechia to a holiday in southern Germany. In Karlovy Vary, I’ll soak in some spa baths, drink the (extremely salty) mineral water from a sippy cup, visit a history museum, trace my characters’ footsteps on forested hill walks, stroll the river promenade, dine in the luxury hotel murder site, and absorb the city’s baroque architecture that hasn’t changed since the era of my story.  Not a bad incentive to finish a first draft of a book.

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Drinking from a sippy cup

Farewell to 2025 and My Old Piano

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When my husband Will and I bought our first house in 1981, we inherited my mother’s Lindsay piano which she had bought second-hand. I don’t know the piano’s age, but it could have been made over a century ago. In 1877, C.W. Lindsay, a blind piano tuner and repairer in Montreal, established a retail chain store selling phonographs, sheet music, and pianos that he restored and sold under his own name. 

My mother used to say that pianos were one consumer good that maintained their value. I think she paid $1,000 for the piano and felt she could sell it for the same amount 10 or 20 years later. Today it’s hard to give away an old upright piano. People want compact keyboard pianos with digital bells and whistles. 
I took piano lessons when I was young but didn’t keep it up and now can only play simple tunes. My children studied the piano when they were young and music rang through our Montreal home. In 1996, we moved to Calgary and brought the piano with us. For the next 29 years, it mainly served as living room furniture–the top was handy for displaying family photographs–although, my son’s cat spent a few Christmas holidays at our home and enjoyed tickling the ivory keys. 

Will and I have no immediate plans to downsize, but we knew that one day we wouldn’t have space for our upright Lindsay. Friends started telling us about problems they had getting rid of their old pianos. One friend hired a company that advertised itself as piano movers who would take away your piano for a fee. Two burly men showed up at her house with saws and bludgeons. They hacked her piano into pieces, damaging her floor in the process. The butchery and noise were so painful that she went to another room. She called it a “piano murder.” Another friend had to take her player piano to the city dump when she downsized to a smaller house. 
These stories prompted Will and me to look for an appreciative buyer now to avoid being forced to kill our long-time companion later. We posted ads on Kijii and Facebook Marketplace: Free Vintage Piano, the “buyer” responsible for providing proper piano movers.
We got responses from many people interested in the piano. Actually, a friend told me that piano teachers advise students looking for pianos to check Facebook Marketplace, which lists many free or almost free pianos. Competition is strong, and our old piano had two strikes against it. One is that it hasn’t been turned in over 30 years. Another is that my younger sibling stuck a large flower decal on the front that I didn’t peel off for fear of damaging the finish. The decal isn’t even centred. 

Most people who contacted us either didn’t follow up or said we lived too far from them in the city. One man came to see it with a couple of friends and a teenage girl who, I guessed, wanted to learn the piano. She pressed a couple of keys, but the group didn’t take a closer look. We got the sense they realized the piano wasn’t what they wanted the minute they saw it.   
Another man offered to take the piano sight-unseen if we paid half the moving cost. He got snarky a few times during our message exchanges. When we turned down his 50% offer, he said, “You’ll regret this one day.” As the weeks went by with no bites, I might have regretted it had the man been nicer.
Perversely, every time I thought we might have a buyer, I hated the thought of letting my piano go. I’d sit down and play my simple songs, and it felt good to tickle the ivories and create music. Despite the lack of tuning, I could tell when I hit a wrong note, aside from an F key that needs real work. 

One Friday, after three or four months of ad posts, a woman messaged that she’d like to see the piano the next day. She arrived with her husband and two children, a boy about age 13 and daughter about age 7. The husband said he’d moved here from Shanghai two years ago, and his wife and children had come this summer. His son had taken piano lessons for four years and his daughter was eager to learn. The boy sat down and ran his fingers the length of the keyboard and pressed the pedal. It sounded to me like he was playing a classical song, but he might have simply been trying all the keys. 
The family talked briefly together in Chinese, looked inside at the mechanism, and asked if the piano had been repaired. It hadn’t to my knowledge. They paid no attention to the flower decal. Then the father said that his son liked the piano, and they would take it. 
Wow. Just like that. 
They arranged for movers to come three days later. Both parents showed up with the two movers and a large van. The wife gave me a gift as thanks for the piano with a translated explanation on her phone:This is a magnolia brooch from the Forbidden City in China. The magnolia is the city flower of Shanghai, symbolizing eternal elegance and charm. I give it to you as a gift and wish you all the best. 

One of the movers told us he was a computer programmer who did moving work part time. The two men tied straps around the piano, hoisted it onto a dolly, and wheeled the piano out to a ramp and into the van. All careful, smooth, and professional.  
It was sad to see our piano leave, but Will and I are both happy that it went to a good home. 

Our piano mover/computer programmer peeks from behind the piano