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Interview Anita Mitchell

10 Questions for Anita Mitchell, whose new book came out April 17. It's the incredible true story of a man born without arms who became a champion swimmer. Click on the link to buy at Amazon.

God Took My Arms But He Gave Me This Gift

BRIEF SYNOPSIS OF THE BOOK: The future looked bleak for Abbas when he was born. With so many other problems in Kabul, people with disabilities are a low priority. If Abbas wanted to excel with his unusual skill as a swimmer, he knew that he had to leave his large and close family. How he left, how he traveled through Iran, how he petitioned the UNHCR to come to the United States, how he made the Tokyo refugee Paralympic team. How he became a US citizen and what complications ensued in his life is a beacon of triumph and a salute to the human spirit.  Abbas is a role model not only for people with disabilities, but he is also a role model for anyone with a lofty goal that comes with detours along the way.

 

WHAT DOES THE TITLE  “GOD TOOK MY ARMS BUT HE GAVE ME THIS GIFT” MEAN?  When I first did a short blog piece about Abbas, he told me this  line and I said, "Abbas, that could be the title of your book”…and it is. Abbas is an observant Shiite Muslim and although he was born without arms, he believes that he was given the gift of becoming a swimmer.

 

HOW CAN SOMEONE WITHOUT ARMS BECOME A SWIMMER?  Abbas was soothed by the water as a kid growing up in Kabul. He says he is reborn every time he swims.  Strength in swimming comes from abdominals and legs..and mostly from your desire to do it. Although Abbas was born without arms,  through expert professional coaching, he has learned how to propel through the water at a championship level. A winning mentality is something Abbas always had, whether it was  how he played marbles,  performed martial arts or eventually excelled to world class levels in Paralympic swimming.

WHERE DID THIS STORY COME FROM?  I am also a member of  Swim Fort Lauderdale (SFTL) masters swim team .  In our weekly newsletters from Coach Marty Hendrick, he told the team that we were getting a new swimmer. This new swimmer was training for the Tokyo Paralympics,. He was coming from Portland Oregon where he had lived and trained for four years.. Abbas was brought to the United States  by the  United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR).  He was from Kabul, Afghanistan and spoke very good English . He lived in Turkish refugee camps before being chosen to emigrate to the United States.  

      I had just retired from 26 years at WSVN7 as a field producer and assignment editor.  I knew that this was  an incredible story.  I underestimated just how special this story and this person is. 

 

BRIEF SYNOPSIS OF THE BOOK: The future looked bleak for Abbas when he was born. With so many other problems in Kabul, people with disabilities are a low priority. If Abbas wanted to excel with his unusual skill as a swimmer, he knew that he had to leave his large and close family. How he left, how he traveled through Iran, How he petitioned the UNHCR to come to the United States, how he made the Tokyo refugee Paralympic team. how he became a US citizen and what complications ensued in his life is a  beacon of triumph and a salute to the human spirit.  Abbas is a role model not only for people with disabilities, he is a role model for anyone with a lofty goal that comes with detours along the way.

 

WHAT ARE THE PARALYMPICS:  The Paralympic Games are a series of multisport events with disabled athletes. The games are held immediately following the Olympic Games in the same host city.  

 

WHAT IS YOUR BACKGROUND:  I have been a Broward County high school English teacher,  a field producer/assignment editor at WSVN7, a blogger, a book editor and now an author. I graduated from  Michigan State University.

 

ADVICE FOR THOSE STARTING THEIR LITERARY CAREERS  Write whatever you can that people will see;  you never know where that will lead.  Keep writing what you love every day: you will get better and faster.  I  have written restaurant menus, event programs, wedding toasts….anything that let people know that I write. Through this, I was approached about this book

 

WHERE CAN THE BOOK BE PURCHASED? Amazon.com, soon Barnes&Noble

 

WHAT I DO WHEN I AM NOT WRITING  I am swimming, training in the gym for better swimming, cruising garage sales, talking to people who are important to me and relaxing at my keyboard with my cat.

 

 

10 Questions for Ramesh Nyberg, author of Badge, Tie, and Gun: A Memoir

 

Q: Tell us about your family and growing up in Miami. Eliot Kleinberg said he went to high school with you in Pine Crest. How did you come to be there?

My parents first settled in the Grove in the late 1950’s, and in 1962 moved to a house in South Miami, near the Hospital. In 1969, (when I was 11) they bought a house in what was then known as “Suniland,” just a block from Suniland Park. They paid a whopping $29,000 for it. That meant I would go to school at Palmetto Junior High and later, Palmetto Sr., where I met Eliot. Suniland wasn’t an “elite” place to live, as Pinecrest is considered now. The house my parents bought for $29,000 in 1969 is now valued just under $850,000.

 Q: When did you decide to become a cop?

That would be around 1977. I was a music major at Miami-Dade College, but my focus suddenly shifted to law enforcement after a I had a near-mystical encounter with a police scanner. That story is detailed in my book.

Q: Tell us a brief synopsis of your book. It’s subtitled “Life and Death Journeys of a Miami Homicide Detective” which is a real attention-getter.

I’m glad it is. I wanted readers to know that this isn’t just a compilation of police stories side by side. This is also about my growing up with Miami (not just “in” it), and how certain events in my childhood re-merged in significant and meaningful ways in my law enforcement career. Yes, the book is filled with many police stories, but I wanted to convey to the reader how life lessons you learn in your youth often surface and hopefully help you understand situations on a deeper level. There is rich detail about death investigation, but there is also a lot about life, and how I navigated it—sometimes unwittingly—because of my experiences as a youngster.
Additionally, the Miami I grew up in was a fairly quiet, innocent place until the late 1970’s. There is some irony—and hopefully, meaning—in the fact that I turned 18 in 1977, and entered the police academy in 1979. Miami and I grew up together; it’s safe to say we also both lost our innocence together.

Q: When did you decide to become a writer, and why?

It was never a conscious decision. I started writing when I was about nine years old, starting with a poem I wrote in school. I also was a big football fan at that time, and after I went to my first pro football game, I was enthralled with the way a reporter in the Miami Herald wrote about the game. I started writing similar articles about our softball games at South Miami Elementary School; no one asked me to, and we didn’t have a school newspaper. It was just something I enjoyed doing. From that point on, I wrote about any memorable life experience I had. Once I entered police work, I wrote about the many strange and memorable calls I went on as a uniform officer, and later, as a detective. It wasn’t until right about the time I retired that I started thinking seriously about putting it all together in a book.

Q: Did you get any help when writing your book? If so, from whom?

I definitely got feedback and encouragement. Two very close friends of mine became beta readers, of sorts, so I considered that help. The content of Badge, Tie, and Gun is deeply personal, however, so no one could really help me with how I wanted to express the stories and emotions involved in police work.

 

Q: Is there a second book you are working on?

Yes—a second and a third, in fact. When I finished BTG, I sent it to an agent who had agreed to represent me, and I immediatley went to work on a novel called “The Flyboys,” a police procedural set in 1986 Miami. After I finished that, I wrote “Dear Chief,” another police procedural set in modern-day central Florida. After a year with no luck selling BTG, I decided to self-publish it, and right now I am working on the second draft of “Dear Chief.” I will seek agency representation for the novels. I want to try and go the conventional route with the novels.

Q: Where can people reach on social media? Do you work at posting new information?

Yes, I’m moderately active on Facebook (just search up Ramesh Nyberg—I am the only one) - https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61557234681168
I’m on Twitter: @NybergPI and TikTok (@MiamiAuthor). I’ve just learned TikTok and found it  easy to put together simple, short messages to promote the book. It seems to be gaining some traction. I try to do one every day, usually a teaser to get people to search for BTG.

Q: Who do you read and admire?

For non-fiction, I’m a big fan of TJ English (who wrote me a terrific review for BTG, by the way), and David Grann. Mark Bowden is also a fine writer and wrote an excellent book about Pablo Escobar (“Killing Pablo”). I’m a fan of sea exploration and history, so I greatly enjoyed “South” by Sir Earnest Shackleton, and “Over the Edge of the World” (the story of Magellan’s voyage) by Lawrence Bergreen. Bruce Catton’s works of the Civil War are terrific, as is Colonel Joshua Chamberlain’s first-person memoir, “The Passing of the Armies.”
Where fiction is concerned, I hold in high regard the works of Nelson DeMille, Larry McMurtry, John Irving, Joseph Wambaugh, and John Grisham. I’m also a big fan of Carl Hiaasen and Scott Turow. 

Q: Where can readers purchase your books? Please provide links to those sites.

“Badge, Tie, and Gun” can be found on Amazon, BarnesandNoble.com, and several other online book outlets. You can also find a link to it on my website, rameshnybergauthor.com
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CTQQKQTV

Q: Do you read popular police procedural novels and stories?

I’m guilty of not reading enough of them. The problem I have had over the decades is that most of them fall miserably short when trying to describe procedures and realistic detail. It’s a curse of sorts, due to my having been a homicide investigator for twenty-two years. Even some of the most famous police procedural novelists such as Michael Connelly get some things so badly wrong that it ruins my enjoyment and I often end up putting many books down. I should mention that Connelly gets a lot of it right, and for not having a background in law enforcement, I’ll give him credit there. But a note to writers of crime stories: if you’re not sure of a detail, ask someone who knows, otherwise, you’ll be causing many criminal investigators and even lawyers to close the book and move on.
I promise to keep giving new voices in police procedurals a chance, and I’m trying to be less critical with the details. (But for heaven’s sake, make the effort and get it right!)

 Extra: What do you do when you are not writing?

When I’m not writing, I teach—I’m a teacher at Coral Reef Senior High in Miami, in their Academy of Legal and Public Affairs, teaching Crimina Justice classes and heading up our Mock Trial Club. We recently won our District competition and went to Orlando to compete for the state championship. We didn’t win, but to watch these young people embrace the practice of law with such enthusiasm is truly thrilling.
I’m also a law enforcement instructor and through Training Force USA, I teach police officers in the subjects of Homicide Investigation, Interview Techniques, and Trial Prep and Testimony. I’ve done both in-person and Zoom classes. 
My wife and I enjoy finding good things to watch on Netflix and Max, and we love travel. I would welcome a way to survive on 2-3 hours of sleep. It’s a very busy life, and I’m enjoying myself. I do, however, look forward to a day when I can write for a living and spend more time traveling and spending time with my grandchildren.

If I Survive You by Jonathan Escoffery makes the Booker Prize longlist

  

Jonathan Escoffery is an amazing writer whose book If I Survive You has been nominated for the National Book Award and the PEN/Faulkner Award. Raised in Miami after his parents migrated from Jamaica, Jonathan's stories invoke a personal and universal search for identity. This is a book of the year, a huge bestseller that you need to read and share. Jonathan has provided a reading clip from Ursa Story Company and we encourage you to follow these folks as well. Under The Ackee Tree 

INTERVIEW JOE CLIFFORD

 

Interview with Joe Clifford, 10 Questions    https://joeclifford.com/

 

Questions for Joe Clifford (for Miami Writers and Books, interviewed by Neil Crabtree)

·         Joe, tell us about your Miami connection. You worked with the Creative Writing program at FIU, is that right?

 

Yes! I earned my MFA from FIU back in 2008, an experience, to quote the Hold Steady, almost killed me. I went through an ugly divorce and near-fatal motorcycle accident that left me like Darth Vader (i.e., more machine than man). But I’d do it all again in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t be a working writer without Florida International. Certainly not writing mysteries, which is one of the few markets with a built-in, profitable readership. Few MFAs even allow genre, let alone encourage it.

 

·         Say My Name is tremendously popular with readers. Give us a synopsis of the story and what you think makes it work.

The book has done well. Probably my best-selling effort since my debut, Junkie Love, my memoir chronicling the ten years I spent as a hobo. Or at least Lamentation, the first in the Jay Porter thriller series. Which is a little funny. I mean, most of my publishers have been mid-sized indies (Oceanview, Polis)—and I love them all. But for whatever reason, the small the press, the more I’ve sold. I think part of that is owed to putting the whole thing on my back and doing what I do best (being stubborn and banging my head against walls).

The synopsis? A mid-list mystery writer returns to his hometown of Berlin, CT, with the hopes of teaching at his alma mater, Central CT State, only to be sucked back into a decades’ old cold case involving missing twins. Two of those things are true. And I think you can apply that same formula to the rest of the book. Two out of every three things you read is 100% factual. It’s couched as “true-crime novel,” which, of course, can’t exist. One is true, the other make-believe. I think that dichotomy factors into why it’s been working. There’s less distance between the writerly “I” and the I “I.”

 

·         Tell us about your own story. How did you decide to become Joe Clifford, Author?

This is the age-old question, isn’t it? Do we choose our professions or do our profession choose us? In my case, I’d say it’s a little of both. I’ve always been an artist. I paint, draw, write, play music. All the skills that don’t come with a steady paycheck or health insurance. I also can’t do anything else. I’m not a “people” person. I’d last about an hour in an office setting. After the motorcycle accident, I can’t do much physically. If I do do something, e.g., golf, weight lift, exercise, I have to pick and choose spots, and I need patches and pills, lidocaine injections, periodic spinal ablations, etc. I’m also at a certain age (50-something) where I’m not learning a new skill set. I am easily confused by my TV remote. I haven’t worked a conventional day job since the mid-nineties. It’s writing or crime, and I tried the latter and wasn’t very good at it.

 

 

·         Who are some Miami writers you enjoy?

Too many to list! All the faculty I studied under at FIU (Les Standiford, Jim Hall, Dan Wakefield, John Dufresne, Campbell McGrath, Denise Duhamel, and of course Lynne Barrett, who is the smartest person I’ve ever met. And I can’t begin to touch on all the folks I studied with. I’ll single out Jennifer McCauley, because she’s next on my TBR!

 

·         What are your writing habits? Do you keep to a schedule?

I write in burst. Frantic, manic bursts. I think all writers are a bit mad, aren’t they? I write two books a year, one in January, one in August. Our subconscious does so much of the heavy lifting. I’ve kept this pace for 10+ years. So when December and July roll around, my dreams start getting … weird

 

·         How is your relationship with your publishers?

Like I said, I’ve been published by mid to smaller indies, so … easy? Most of these houses are a handful of people, so it’s quite personal, your interactions. The ultimate question (for these houses) comes down to: can I make money with this author? If the answer is no, or yes (for a while) and then no, it’s nothing personal. That’s the part about writing you need to keep in mind: it’s a business. The publishing part. The writing part? That I’m doing with—or without—permission. My books are going to get out there, one way or another. Which is a very liberating (and calming) feeling.

 

·         Tell us about your earlier books.

Can you narrow that down? It sounds like a humblebrag, but it’s not. Or maybe it’s a straight up brag, I don’t know. I honestly lost track of how many books I’ve written. I could take the time to count them up. It’ll be between 17 and 20 (when the last one slated for publication, I Won’t Say a Word: A Say My Name Novel, comes out in May 2024). If there’s a theme or center, milieu, I tend to write about the marginalized and voiceless that I know about, which is drugs addicts. Having survived drug addiction, I have, like Liam Neeson, a specific set of skills. Or maybe that should read “limited.” I know what it’s like to be homeless and hopeless, so all my work contains some element of addiction, even if it’s only in a supporting role. I have a book coming out in January 2024, A Moth to Flame (Square Tire Books ©), and it’s domestic suspense, and the characters are all suburban and married or at least live in a house, but the shadow of addiction can still be seen.

 

·         Tell us about what’s next for you.

I’m working on a book about harm reduction with a former professor. And I’ll be starting my next mystery in a few days. This one is about a man who returns to the house he grew up in, with a strange request of the new occupants: he’d like to die there. Of course from there things … happen.

 

·         Do you remember John Dufresne’s Friday Night Writers?

I do! But I’ll tell you what I remember more about John. When I had my near-fatal accident in 2006, John and Cindy invited me to live with them while I was recovering. I wasn’t even in a wheelchair yet. I wouldn’t walk for six months! And here are two people, who I’ve known less than a year, who offer to let me convalesce and come back to life and, literally, learn to walk again. That tells you all you need to know about John, FIU, and how I feel about that community. I owe them all a tremendous debt.

 

·         Are we going to be watching a Joe Clifford movie any time soon?

Funny you should ask! Actually, a couple years ago, I contributed to a collection called Culprits. It’s a collaborative anthology about a heist gone wrong, edited by Richard Brewer and Gary Phillips. Anyway, Disney+ bought it—and better yet it’s in production by Character Seven. J Blakeson is the showrunner and the folks who produced Killing Eve are handling that end of it. It’s supposed to come out soon. Although with Hollywood’s refusal to pay writers fairly (I also side with labor), I can’t say when that will be!

Thanks for having me, Neil. A pleasure! 

UNBOOK 1

Changed Man

             I take a castration chemo drug every day, Abiraterone Acetate, 1000mg in four tablets. To make it work, I take a steroid, Prednisone. Chemical castration keeps the prostate cancer from spreading to my bones via testosterone. Prostate cancer won’t kill me, Doctor Sharma assures me. Cancer in the bones could kill me and so we reduce that possibility as best we can. Low testosterone is a major industry target market, for most men feeling less vigorous than before. But…if you increase your testosterone level and thus increase your PSA, you may learn what price glory the hard way. I never see any warnings on the TV ads, and often wonder what the Society of Urologists has to say. Though why kill the cash cow? The waiting rooms of urologists are packed all day. Business is good when the prostate is bad.

            So I start the day with a good swift kick in the balls. I’m used to it now. And I get a shot of Lupron every three months, female hormones in a time-release injection. I’m not sure of the science of this, though medical journals swear by immuno-therapy as the best treatment. God knows it’s much better than the radiation therapy I endured for nine weeks. Radiation is like medical science meets the Spanish Inquisition. It beats the daylights out of you, then two years later your condition comes back but your prostate is so burned and scarred, corrective surgery is no longer an option. Castration actually seems like a good idea compared to more radiation. Heroin suppositories seem like a good idea compared to radiation.  Maybe you have had radiation. Am I right? And chemo-therapy is brutal in many situations. My wife’s beautiful hair is gone and it’s not coming back. She’s cancer free now, quite healthy in fact, but she wears a wig when we attend a social function. We all know people with cancer. We all know people who have had the different therapies. As my brother’s physician, Doctor Fox, told him after a trip to the emergency room, the hospital will kill you quicker than the disease. Life’s full of surprises. God has a very strange sense of humor and we are constantly amazed by what new thing He has thrown our way. A kick in the balls each morning helps keep things in perspective.

            Over time, I have noticed I am a changed man. The castration, the female hormones, none of it hurts in any way. But I am mellowing out. I’m not horny anymore, which is so strange. My life has been dominated by cold-blooded lustfulness, as a girlfriend’s astrologist mother told me fifty-three years ago. Capricorn is a sign prone to this, she said. It made me feel better, for some reason. At least it’s not just me, I told her. 

            This loss of hormonal instincts has made me feel different about a lot of things. It has affected my writing, lowered the competitive drive. In group this coming session, I want to see if I can be more respectful of the efforts of others. I want to be more helpful, look for the good in each submission. If this had happened to me years ago, what might have happened? Would I have been a better writer? Would I be more considerate? More helpful? Would I be less cruel?

The novel I have been working on for a dozen years has fallen to the wayside. The Covid pandemic drained the life right out of me. It’s hard to worry about imaginary characters when the people around you are in danger. Still, I sit down and make a change here or there in the manuscript. Time away from a draft is not always a bad thing. I can see the whole story more clearly now, rather than individual chapters. Put in a China reference in the first chapter that now appears in the sixth. Connect the two. Make the heroin deal a red herring, the real deal being for Chinese Virtual Reality code. Get rid of some side plots. Or convert them to the setup for the next novel. I have nearly three hundred completed pages to revise. It ain’t easy, but it’s not that hard. Making time is somehow easier now. The hangovers less painful. The loss of my best reader/friend seems to send its own message: Move on.

I grew a beard as my Manly Man protest to the all the biological warfare on my virility. What started out as a Papa Hemingway attempt is now closer to Poopdeck Pappy. I found by shaving the mustache and some chin hair, I can achieve a kind of Planet of the Apes look. After all, I too am amazed that humans can talk. Not much amazing gets said, but the effort shows hopeful signs. Some say words are all used up but it’s repeated words that are used up. See something on social media and share it and a thousand others will be sharing the same thing at the same time. So I read strange things, looking for the lost communication. Have I lost the ability to write?  Did I ever have it? What has always been a problem for me is finishing projects. That’s why I love cooking, especially on my Weber grill. I get an idea and try it out, change ingredients in standard fare menus, and actually create something new and tasty and my critics are right here, hungry and willing to try Swordfish Kabobs with Mango and Pineapple or grilled pizza without red sauce on crusts bought at the bakery. The art is not so much in the cooking as it is in the shopping. I make Swordfish kabobs for five people and my food costs are under twenty dollars ($20). Being poor enables me to do what my grandmothers did, take simple things and make meals everyone remembers. And it all happens in one day. I never got that satisfaction from writing. Or, back in the old days, I got so excited I sent out unrefined drafts to considerate readers who were probably embarrassed by my enthusiasm and need for praise. Testosterone! Vanity! I should have been castrated years ago. Now I’m a shopper, a cook, a driver for family members without cars. And people with anxiety come to me to tell all. Being stuck at the grill makes me a captive audience. Does that make me a confessor? I don’t think it’s quite that formal. It seems everybody has a lot bottled up inside and I do the one thing that helps: I listen. There is a terror attached to modern life that makes communication nearly impossible. With smartphones, we can modify pictures of ourselves and add monkey ears and tails. But we can’t say what we mean, can’t mean what we say. Why? Because that’s the same as writing. The writer takes responsibility for what he writes and so must have the courage to make it available to be read by others. On Facebook, for example, some confess to depression and get daily reinforcement responses from Facebook friends. The key is: responses. Someone says something from out of the void. But the same person says something amusing and gets no response. The bell doesn’t ring, the food pellet doesn’t drop into the bowl. Back to depression posts, fishing for responses. Just being alive is not enough. The Internet has created monsters, kids gang up on other kids and drive them to suicide, to risk-taking, to mass murder. The behavioralism of social media was predicted by Marshall McLuhan in the 1960’s. No reads McLuhan anymore. No one reads B.F. Skinner. Beyond Freedom and Dignity was the book that ended his career. Modifying the behavior of individuals generated enough liberal outrage colleges like USF dropped the School of Behaviorism from its Psychology curriculum.  Anthony Burgess and then Kubrick satirized it in A Clockwork Orange. You can’t take away their freedom and dignity! You can’t take away their AR-15s! What, are you some kind of fascist? So, we settle for endless conversation. Why do people act this way, we wonder? And every day on television there are at least twenty shows featuring murder as the plot source. There are video games where shooting, slashing, and beating are not only featured but are so graphically realistic you might as well be in a building actually shooting total strangers. Why do people act this way, we wonder? We are conditioning them to act this way. We are protecting their freedom and dignity while they are exploring how many rounds of ammunition are required to kill everyone in a gay nightclub.