I posted this to FB just now. I meant to make it a status update, but it grew:
Back when I lived in Oolitic, Indiana (google it), there was no mail delivery, no bank, no grocery store, and no one my age who lived in my town who hadn’t already married and had a billion children. Fun, huh?
There *was* a dive bar called The Dog House (I can’t make this up). My friends from Bloomington called it The Dog Pound, which was likely more apt. I never went in there, as I really have no need of being gang-raped. Did I mention I was the only single girl in town?
There’s nothing famous about Oolitic. There’s a random statue of Joe Palooka in front of the Town Hall, which is where you were required to go and pay your water bill, because you couldn’t mail it in. Mailing it in would require walking one building down to the post office, leaving it at the desk, and waiting for the Town Hall employee to walk next door and pick it up. Since the Town Hall was two houses down from own (three if you count the fact you had to turn a corner to enter the front door), you can understand the rule, can’t you?
Anyway, it was while I lived in my butter-yellow, ridiculously affordable, turn of the century bungalow in fond Oolitic that inexpensive dial-up became the norm. I think I was the only person in town with Earthlink. It really did feel like my link to Mother Earth, my connection to the outside world. There were probably a handful of folks on the “posh” side of Oolitic who had AOL or CompuServe. I’m still uncertain as to whether East Oolitic has discovered the web. Yes, there was a *bad* side of Oolitic, and it was East Oolitic.
This morning I was sighing at the proliferation of email and FB statuses and other stuff to click through, when I remembered, “Hey. I’m on cable internet. And WiFi. On a Mac laptop. And I’m in the world again, with people I love, not just clicking around grey backgrounds and blue/purple hyperlinks, sorting through all the Star Trek websites to find *ANY*thing new and entertaining. I may have a ton of distractions now from writing, and it may be tough to juggle my family responsibilities with my work, but WOW, how far this girl has come since those days of sitting, head-on-desk waiting for a scratchy phone line to allow my modem access to the greater world.
I don’t regret living in Oolitic. Sometimes I miss my little butter yellow house with the lilies I transplanted and the sweet pea & roses climbing over the front porch rail. It’s okay, though. Oolitic is right where it belongs.
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Joe Palooka statue
Troll Or Derby is set in small-town Indiana.
S. Wachter, a reviewer on Amazon notes:
For a book that deals with fairies, Troll Or Derby is surprisingly gritty. Tash’s fairies owe more to the “Good Neighbors” of folklore—beings it paid to treat with wariness and respect—than they do to Disney. There’s nothing cute and sweet about Roller Deb—she’s tough, and she’s scrappy, and she’s strong, and not above throwing the occasional elbow.
For all the mythic overtones, the dangers she faces are surprisingly believable—she fights off the sorts of dangers that any teenage runaway might face, and she does it not by evoking some magical power—for most of the book she’s not aware that she has any—but by using her courage, wits, intuition, and strength.
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