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Eva’s Byte #314 – Slowly They Turn
“The wheels of justice turn slowly, but exceedingly fine.” Sun Tzu
In my capacity of a writer, those wheels of justice have turned ever so slowly to do justice for moving along Chapter 74 of my Contemporary work in progress. Taking place in Rhode Island, I’ve spent hours researching the intricacies of dispensing justice to one of my characters who commits a crime.
The squeak wheel which needed oil, so to speak, in order to blur the lines of demarcation between fiction and nonfiction.
This entailed delving into:
The layout of a courtroom inside Rhode Island’s Superior Court.
Arrest, arraignment, a “judges remand”, the ramifications of a guilty plea, presentencing report content, prisoner’s transport to court.
During the process of digging to authenticate my storytelling, I discovered Rhode Island is unique from other states, whereby the judiciary has broad power to determine what weapons law enforcement personnel can carry in the courts. Whereas, most court security staff nationwide are armed with guns, Rhode Island’s deputy sheriffs were barred from carrying guns inside state courthouses ever since 2003 when the no-weapons policy was put in place.
As of 2015, sheriff’s deputies are now allowed to carry Tasers as well as the usual batons, handcuffs, and pepper spray into the state’s courthouses. This fact alone steered my chapter scene in the right direction.
Wending my way to the finish line of Chapter 74 at a quicker pace than when I began drafting it 665 words ago, justice is now being served.
*However long it takes to perfect your creative endeavor, may the end justify the means.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
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In my capacity of a writer, those wheels of justice have turned ever so slowly to do justice for moving along Chapter 74 of my Contemporary work in progress. Taking place in Rhode Island, I’ve spent hours researching the intricacies of dispensing justice to one of my characters who commits a crime.
The squeak wheel which needed oil, so to speak, in order to blur the lines of demarcation between fiction and nonfiction.
This entailed delving into:
The layout of a courtroom inside Rhode Island’s Superior Court.
Arrest, arraignment, a “judges remand”, the ramifications of a guilty plea, presentencing report content, prisoner’s transport to court.
During the process of digging to authenticate my storytelling, I discovered Rhode Island is unique from other states, whereby the judiciary has broad power to determine what weapons law enforcement personnel can carry in the courts. Whereas, most court security staff nationwide are armed with guns, Rhode Island’s deputy sheriffs were barred from carrying guns inside state courthouses ever since 2003 when the no-weapons policy was put in place.
As of 2015, sheriff’s deputies are now allowed to carry Tasers as well as the usual batons, handcuffs, and pepper spray into the state’s courthouses. This fact alone steered my chapter scene in the right direction.
Wending my way to the finish line of Chapter 74 at a quicker pace than when I began drafting it 665 words ago, justice is now being served.
*However long it takes to perfect your creative endeavor, may the end justify the means.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page:
https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Eva’s Byte #339 – A Clean Slate
Give or take a few days after launching my Contemporary Fiction, Etta’s Fishing Ground, I began scratching the surface on the clean slate of a blank page to fabricate my new Work in Progress.
A stickler for blurring the lines of demarcation between fact and fiction within the locale of my native state of Rhode Island, I went off on a tangent to set the stage in my prologue. Lest anyone think I’d plunk an arbitrary date to relate an incident from which my fictitious story will pivot—au contraire.
Conducive to staging reality for a backstory in 1971, I needed an Indian summer day for the seaside community of Charlestown. It also had to be on a weekend. Lo and behold—October 2, 1971 was ripe for the picking. The temperature was 85 degrees on that Saturday.
Depending upon how my electrical power holds out during the fall nor’easter, I hope to advance the prologue along the disappearing clean slate of the first page.
Whatever my imaginary characters dictate for me to make happen, the devil is in the details. I’d expect nothing less from myself.
An excerpt from a reader’s review for Etta’s Fishing Ground – “I felt the author knew many of the characters in real life and was relating what she had been told.”
*May attention to details make a world of difference in your creative endeavors.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
A stickler for blurring the lines of demarcation between fact and fiction within the locale of my native state of Rhode Island, I went off on a tangent to set the stage in my prologue. Lest anyone think I’d plunk an arbitrary date to relate an incident from which my fictitious story will pivot—au contraire.
Conducive to staging reality for a backstory in 1971, I needed an Indian summer day for the seaside community of Charlestown. It also had to be on a weekend. Lo and behold—October 2, 1971 was ripe for the picking. The temperature was 85 degrees on that Saturday.
Depending upon how my electrical power holds out during the fall nor’easter, I hope to advance the prologue along the disappearing clean slate of the first page.
Whatever my imaginary characters dictate for me to make happen, the devil is in the details. I’d expect nothing less from myself.
An excerpt from a reader’s review for Etta’s Fishing Ground – “I felt the author knew many of the characters in real life and was relating what she had been told.”
*May attention to details make a world of difference in your creative endeavors.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
