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Monday, August 3, 2020

K-9 Commands in German for Your Tactical/Working Dog Character.




Schutzhund Training Commands

I am working on my new series Cerberus Tactical K9s, part of my Iniquus World. 

In book one, Survival Instinct, the K9 responds to English language commands as K9 Valor's job is Search and Rescue.

In book two, Protective Instinct, K9 Zeus is trained for both search and rescue and close protection.

Where dogs are both a nose and a bite, handlers will often train their dog using a foreign language as a safety feature. This is particularly useful in the United States where German language studies are less popular than other language choices.

German language is often chosen (along with Czech or Dutch) as the dogs are often bred and initially trained in those countries and purchased for military, law enforcement, or private work here in the U.S.

If you are writing a tactical dog into your plot, you might want to add another layer of interest by using German language commands.

Common Schutzhund Training Commands, their proper pronunciation and their meaning in English.


    ENGLISH                                          GERMAN

  • Heel                                                      Fuss(fooss) 
  • Sit                                                        Sitz(siitz)) 
  • Stay                                                      Bleib(bly’b) 
  • Down                                                   Platz 
  • Come/Here                                          Hier(hee er)
  • Stand                                                    Steh(shtay) 
  • Retrieve/Fetch                                     Bring(brrring) 
  • Jump                                                    Hopp 
  • Go Out                                                 Voraus(for owss) 
  • Track                                                    Such  (tsuuk) 
  • Guard                                                   Pass auf/Wache 
  • Bite                                                      Packen/Fass 
  • Out/Let Go                                           Aus(owss) Halte(alt)
  • Speak/Bark                                          Gib Laut(geblout) 
  • Narcotics/dope                                     Rauschgift 
  • Find narcotics                                      Such  Rauschgift 
  • Building/Blind                                     Voran
  • Kennel/Crate                                        Zwinger
  • Go Outside                                           Geh Raus
  • Go Ahead                                             Geh Voraus 
  • Go Inside                                              Geh rein(gay rine) 
  • What is going on?                                Was ist los? 
  • Good (praise)                                        So ist brav 
  • Correction Word “No”                          Pfui (fooey)Nein (nine)
  • Don’t do that!                                        Lass das sein 
  • OK                                                         In Ordnung 
  • Eat                                                         Nimm Futter
  • Stand Still                                              Steht Noch 
  • Article Search                                        Such Verloren 
  • Leave it                                                  Lass es

When I was in Norway on the trail with the mixed breed sled dogs, they were commanded in Norwegian, of course. 

It was a fabulous experience!



Happy writing!

Fiona

Monday, July 13, 2020

Survival Instinct


I'm so proud to share with you my newest release. 
Book one of my new series:
















Even with an ex-SEAL racing to her side, survival isn’t guaranteed.

On leave from the battlefields of Afghanistan, Major Dani Addams, finds herself in the fight of her life. She leaves few clues about the dangers she’s in. Now, everything depends on a stranger and his dog.

Tripwire’s mission: Find her.

A member of Iniquus Security’s elite tactical K9 search and rescue team, Trip and his K9 Valor are on cliff’s edge as an unprecedented storm advances.

When they get to Dani, Valor’s behavior is inexplicable. What about this woman is throwing Valor off her training? Trip always trusts his dog—something about this situation isn’t what it seems.

With his life and his heart on the line, Trip risks it all to protect her. Will it be enough?



I can't wait to hear what you think!

Drop me a line at 
hello@FionaQuinnBooks.com

And I'd so appreciate your leaving your kind thoughts in an Amazon review. Those reviews help other readers find my work, and make a great deal of difference in a book's success.

Thank you!
Fiona



Sunday, May 3, 2020

Before your Character Heads Out to Enjoy Nature.

Hey ThrillWriters, today we are hanging out with one of my mentors, Rob Speiden. 

Rob is a professional search and rescue volunteer who has participated in over 330 searches since 1993.

He teaches land navigation, tracking and other SAR classes for both the Virginia Department of Emergency Management and his own Natural Awareness Tracking School. Rob has written two books on tracking humans for SAR: Foundations for Awareness, Signcutting and Tracking which I used in my tracking classes with VDEM.

Before I took that class, I spent a weekend following along with the SARTI folks, learning what it meant to track. You can read about that in this article. Rob also wrote the resource Tracker Training.

You can find out more about Rob’s books and classes can be found at www.trackingschool.com. As you all know, I'm a HUGE advocate of doing something yourself so you can write about it with the most authenticity.

Some of you who read my novels might recognize Rob's name. In my book Cold Red, in the acknowledgements, I noted that the plot line had hatched out of a specific event that took place on a chilly day in the woods of Virginia. That day took a turn when I found myself thigh deep in a swamp. By the time we got our team to the other side, evening had descended. We had our phone flashlights. We had Rob's experience in the area which gave him an alternate way to lead us back to the cabins. What if we had had neither?

When your character is out in the wilds, they may have a clear agenda for the day. But if that day had gone to plan, we wouldn't have a good story to tell. A story is only as interesting as how awful you can make things for your characters. To that end, it's good to realize what one should do, so we can have our characters mess up authentically.

Fiona - Rob welcome! A pleasure to have your expertise here at ThrillWriting. 


Rob - Thanks for having me.

FionaI'd like to focus this conversation on the thought processes involved before our heroine heads out on her path. 

Authors should consider how they are setting up their characters. This setup will tell the reader about the characters mind set, skill level, and will put in place the equipment she needs. Readers can think it's too easy when a gal pulls some gizmo from her pocket. "Look what I happened to have to save the day!" I much prefer giving them the tools and having my characters fail anyway.

Right now, I am working on a WIP called Survival Instinct. My heroine is off on a day hike that she assumes will only take her eight hours. She's not new to the outdoors. She knows how to stay safe. What kinds of things should I consider as I get her prepped for her day?

Rob - Pre-planning. Your heroine is already taking care of the first step toward reducing the chances that she will get in trouble … let's say she wants to prevent getting lost. To phrase that positively, here are suggestions to “stay found.”

The best preparations to stay found are made before your characters sets out.

This is what I suggest your heroine, what's her name?

Fiona - Dani

Rob - Okay, I suggest that Dani, in her pre-planning, pack navigation equipment:
  • Compass
  • Map
  • Global Positioning System (GPS tool)
One process that can help improve folks’ preparations is to ask, “Where can I make a mistake?” Maybe that’s a spot where trails intersect or a wide open field where the trail doesn’t have blazes. Then make some effort to determine how to prevent that mistake from being made.

Fiona - Conversely, a writer could pull up the maps and look at them and say, "Where could my character make a mistake? Where could she get onto the wrong trail? What kinds of natural disasters might she meet out there, all alone on the trail?" 

The character seems at the front end to consider and prepare for all of the big and bad headed her way. And then, BAM, out of the blue, the author thwarts the character's preparation with something outside of her considerations. 

Taking these steps at the front end for the reader will establish the characters skill level. You mentioned staying found. Can you go into that, please?



Rob - Landmarks are specific locations such as trails, roads, creeks or other feature intersections that stand out along your character's route. 


Other landmarks include point features such as an electrical tower, a hilltop, a significant building.

A useful technique for your character to keep track of her location is to have her pay attention to landmarks such as a land feature or big boulder as she travels. These landmarks can also be used to gauge how far along your character's intended route they have progressed or indicate if they are veering off course.

Landmarks have been incorporated as a navigation technique for centuries. Cultures such as the Aborigines and Native Americans often have a practice of creating a storyline along a journey, which helps them remember how to find their way home regardless of the distance they have traveled.

Fiona - How cool is that? I love the idea of story telling the pathway. But that seems like a habit that most folks won't have. What trail habits could Dani employ to make sure she's heading in the intended direction?

Rob - During the outing, it would help if she would periodically turn around and look behind her. This habit highlights visual images in the mind for how things will look when she returns. That, in turn, will help your characters recognize landmarks in the perspective of the returning direction of travel.

The most important location for heightened attention is at a decision point. A decision point is a location where there is more than one obvious option, and a person must decide which direction to travel. These can exist when driving, hiking or during other route-choice situations.

Fiona
- Dun Da DUN!


Bad things are about to happen! My character is about to make a mistake.

Rob - A significant number of people who get lost make their initial error at a decision point. Avoid that by being aware of what these points are, how to recognize them and how to use them to your advantage. Decision points can often, but not always, be apparent in the pre-planning phase of a trip.

Fiona - Or don't. Who are we to tell you how to twist your plot? I hope your book just took a harrowing turn off the beaten path. 

A huge thank you, Rob Speiden for hanging out today and helping us with some plotting ideas. 

Check out Rob's website and think about how you might benefit from taking his classes. 

You couldn't be safer in the woods than under his wing.




If you're writing an action adventure, head over to ActionHub, where you can find articles that will give your prose the right tone, vocabulary, and skill sets for your heroine to survive your plotting.

Here are two examples of the kinds of articles you'll find there:


My very best to you on your writing journey. I did this interview in April 2020, in the time of COVID. Thank you to all of my fellow authors who are creating journeys for readers who are staying tucked safely at home. 

Be well, 
Fiona



Sunday, April 26, 2020

Canine Heat Injury First Aid in the Real World and in Your Fiction.

Last year, I took a course in K9 first aid with Veterinary Tactical Group. This entailed two days of hands on AMAZING learning that I couldn't recommend more to folks who are out with their dogs. 

I took this course for my role as a search and rescue team member. When I'm on a search, I have ended up on K9 search tasks almost every time. If something were to happen to the SAR dog, I want to be equipped to handle the situation, especially if the dog's handler is injured as well. 

On the Veterinary Tactical Group Facebook page, they posted information I think is critical for all dog owners to know. 

And too, if you're writing about dogs, and it's hot in your scene, you want to make sure that you plot in the correct way to keep those doggos safe. In doing so, you might just save a reader's dog's life. People learn through reading. And that's why ThrillWriters aim to write it right.

Contact Veterinary Tactical Group for class opportunities around the United States. And get first aid tips on their Facebook page.

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Thursday, March 19, 2020

The Enemy Within: 5 Traps that Ensnare Writers from NY Times Bestseller Ruth Harris



Ruth Harris is a million-copy New York Times bestselling author, Romantic Times award winner, former Big 5 editor, publisher, and news junkie.

Her emotional, entertaining women’s fiction and critically praised novels have sold millions of copies in hardcover, paperback and ebook editions, been translated into 19 languages, sold in 30 countries, and were prominent selections of leading book clubs including the Literary Guild and the Book Of The Month Club.

I have added Anne R. Allen's Blog to the list of favorite blogs on the bottom of the right hand side lists so you can easily access Ruth and Anne's articles. 

Traps surround us.
In golf, beware the sand traps.
Lobster traps in Maine.
Bear traps in the woods.
In horror novels and movies, watch out for the trap door.
Mice must shun the mouse trap.
The plant world contributes with the venus fly trap.

Then there are the other kind of traps, mental traps, the ones writers often deal with. Psychologists call them mind traps — specifically, the irrational thought patterns that cause us to feel like victims, helpless, stuck and powerless.

According to psychotherapist, Bryan E. Robinson, PhD, when we’re under stress, it’s easy to get swept away by negative thought patterns that over personalize and distort the actual event. Invisible but powerful, these dangerous traps lurk within us, ready to spring when we’re at our most vulnerable.

Dr. Robinson observes that what you say to yourself under stress pops up so automatically and with such lightning speed that we don’t even notice. Instead, we conclude that the external event — the rejection, the one-star review, the disappointing launch — is to blame for our distress.

To add to the destructive consequences, the stress that caused the trap to spring in the first place is kept alive by our own bleak conclusions — a double whammy that prevents us from escaping and moving forward.

We feel we’ll never get published, never find an agent, never figure out where the plot went off the rails. We cry, we scream, we give up. Our outlook is pessimistic — and getting worse.

We need to rescue ourselves, but how can we when we feel trapped?


1. The all-or-none trap.

Writer X opens his/her mail and finds another rejection slip. Writer X groans/sighs/curses and a familiar script immediately unfolds in his/her mind.

“This is the fifth agent/publisher that rejected my book. I’ll never find an agent/publisher. I might as well give up.”

Sinking deeper into the clutches of the mind trap, the negative self-talk spools on. “Those agents/publishers are right. I can’t write. My book stinks. I’m a no-talent nobody.”
Writer X reacts by having a drink. Or three.
Demolishes a box of chocolates.
Inhales a bag of potato chips.
Digs out the stash.
Snarls at his/her partner, friend, boss, colleague, editor.
Barks at the dog.
Hisses at the cat.

Finally, ensnared even deeper by lethal coils of his/her own self-created trap, Writer X throws up his/her hands in defeat, and ditches his/her manuscript where it sits gathering cyber dust on his/her computer — a depressing reminder of crushed hopes and dreams.

THE CLUES:

Listen for words like always, all, everybody, either-or, nobody, never, or none. They are clues that you have been trapped by all-or-none thinking.
The Rx.

Really? Only five?

What about Harry Potter? According to Siri, there were 12 rejections before J. K. Rowling found a publisher.

Or what about the time Stephen King was so dejected, he threw the manuscript of Carrie into the trash?

From “rubbish and dull” to “unsaleable and unpublishable,” here are the brutal rejection letters received by some of the world’s all-time bestselling books and authors.

“Yeah, but they’re successful,” retorts the trapped writer.

They weren’t in the beginning, were they?, reality reminds him/her. They didn’t give up, did they?

See what you’re doing to yourself?

You’re hurt, you’re angry, and, imprisoned, you’ve reduced your opportunities to zero.

Maybe the sixth or fourteenth agent/publisher will be the one that makes all the difference, but Writer X will never know. Contemplate my post here about rejection for some realistic perspective (and some black humor) from the editor’s POV.

2. The catastrophe trap.

You’ve just gotten a one-star review on your new mystery and your mood sinks lower than the Mariannas Trench.

“Everyone hates my book. I’m a no-talent loser who’s never going to succeed. That reviewer is right. I might as well give up.”

Say what?
Clue.

You’ve forecast the worst possible outcome based on a single review?

Based on what? One review? As Johnny Mac used to say, “You cannot be serious.”

You’ve fallen right into another sure tip-off to the presence of a mind trap: catastrophic forecasting based on scanty evidence.
Rx.

What about the four 5-star reivews and four 4-star reviews? Don’t they count?

Maybe that reviewer was just having a bad day and would hate Shakespeare’s sonnets.

Or maybe that reviewer loves sweet romance and your hard-boiled mystery is set on the mean streets of Palm Beach.

Or what if that reviewer is a failed writer consumed with jealousy and intent on trashing another writer’s success.


Consider all the possibilities to find your way out of the catastrophe trap.

3. The “Shoulda” trap.

You’ve encountered a plot glitch and you’re driving yourself crazy trying to figure out what the MC/villain does next. No matter how hard you try, every idea goes nowhere. You’ve struck out.

You’re fed up with your manuscript — and with yourself.

“What made me think I could write a mystery? I must have been crazy. I should have tried a romance/scifi/space opera instead.”

You’ve ended up on Nada Street and Zilch Avenue and, in despair, you trash the forty thousand good/terrific/not that bad words you’ve written.

THE CLUE:


Oppressive words like should, ought, must, and have to are deadly third-rail tripwires that cause you to feel ensnared.
The Rx.

Take a break, a walk, have some coffee or a cup of tea. Listen to yourself. Pay careful attention to what you’re thinking. Notice your word choices. Does your interior script tear you down or support you?

Replace oppressive words like shoulda, must and have to with encouraging words that motivate you to review your work in search of another, overlooked possibility or to brainstorm with your buddies for a solution.

4. The blame game.

Your editor points out ways your ending could be strengthened and suggests places where you might consider making revisions.
Do you calmly reread the ending with your editor’s comments in mind?

Do you consult your favorite writing books for ideas about how to improve the ending?

Or do you review Anne’s tips about how to
write a satisfying ending.

You don’t?

Instead you blame yourself. “I really screwed up that ending. I’m such a loser. I’ll never be able to write a book anyone wants to read.”

Or how about this?

You make the changes, publish the book and sales are disappointing. Do you blame the editor? “I took his/her advice, but my book didn’t sell. it’s all his/her fault.”

THE CLUE:

You come to a sweeping conclusion on the basis of a single event. Feeling trapped, you blame yourself for writing an ending that could be improved and maybe just needs a few tweaks.

Or else, you blame yourself or someone else for events like sales or reviews outside your (or your editor’s) control.
Rx.

When you catch yourself viewing an isolated event as a never-ending pattern of defeat, consider the alternatives.
Perhaps the disappointing sales were a result of a cover that didn’t fit the genre.

Maybe the blurb needs to be rewritten.

Could be the ending is fine, but the middle of the book is a bit saggy.

Could the formerly hot genre have sunk in popularity?

What if Big Star Author in your genre published a blockbuster Number One book at the same time and sales of all the other books in your genre were down?

One disappointment doesn’t mean that everything you do will be disappointing. For writers, almost everything is fixable. We’re creative!

5. The “but” trap.

When good news is bad news. You downplay your accomplishments or discount your ability.

“I won that prize for best historical mystery, but it was a fluke. Besides, it was from a literary magazine no one ever heard of.”

“My book was a bestseller, but it came out in a month when there wasn’t much competition.”

THE CLUE:
There’s usually a “but” in this mind trap that can help you catch yourself when you feel your positive achievements don’t count.
Rx.

When negative thoughts cancel positives, make a point of turning to your positive accomplishments to escape the “but” trap.
The twist ending.

Can you guess what it is?

I couldn’t.

But Dr. Robinson did.

He points out that each one of these traps — which seem so different on the surface — is the result of exactly the same formula: You overstate the threat at the same time that you underestimate your own ability to deal with it.

Seems hard to believe — until you think about it. The bottom line is that you are the one who sets the trap and, to twist the knife, you are the one who gets trapped.

Now that we have effective techniques to see through the devious ways of self-imposed writer traps, put the Rx into action, escape the trap, and enjoy your freedom.

You’ve earned it!

by Ruth Harris (@RuthHarrisBooks) February 23, 2020

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What about you, scriveners? Have you ever fallen into any of these mental traps? Does your thinking go immediately go to worst case scenarios? How do you get yourself out of your mental traps?
BOOK OF THE WEEK



HUSBANDS AND LOVERS (Park Avenue Series, Book #2)—The Married Woman—Once a shy wallflower, Carlys Webber marries multimillionaire Kirk Arnold. When Kirk changes from a loving husband to an angry stranger, will Carlys risk her precious marriage for a few moments of stolen passion with the irresistibly handsome and sensuous architect, George Kouras?

The Single Woman—Fashion world superstar, Jade Mullen survives deception and divorce. She vows never to be betrayed again but what will she do when her devoted lover, architect George Kouras, asks her the one question she doesn’t want to answer?

The Husband—Kirk Arnold struggles to forget the dark secrets of his tormented past. He achieves one dazzling success after another but will he succumb to the tragedy that destroyed his family and will Carlys pay the price?

The Lover—George Kouras rises from humble beginnings to the top of his profession. He and Jade fall madly in love and think they have discovered a new way to live happily ever after, but what will she do when she finds out about George and Carlys?

Set in the glittering world of fashion and in high-powered executive suites, in run-down houses, ethnic neighborhoods and sedate suburbs, Husbands and Lovers is about men and women losing—and finding themselves—in the gritty 1970s and glitzy 1980s. “Steamy and fast-paced, you will be spellbound.”–Cosmopolitan

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Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Gut Checks and Heuristic Traps: Thinking, Feeling, and Your Character

Ah, humanity.
Which of these two characters would you follow to stay alive?


I was looking through some of my reviews. I know, I know writers aren't really supposed to do that. But I do. I like to get a feel for what my readers are thinking about my work. 

Some of my reviewers have mentioned that I have my characters think and feel. And some of my readers would prefer they only think, others would prefer that they only feel.

And it's true. My characters do think and feel... That's how brains work. People both think and feel. 

And that's what this article is about, how little of the brain is actually thinking and how much it is actually feeling.


Human Decision making includes such components as:

  • Emotions
  • Memories
  • Weighing risk
  • Images
  • Social cues
  • Learned patterns


We are not purely rational beings thanks to our limbic system. 

The limbic system (survival) is connected to the neocortex (logical part that regulates executive function).

The neocortex, according to research, can’t balance more than five factors in any given situation. Therefore, the brain relies on the input of the limbic system to help make decisions that are complex.

The limbic system looks back at learned patterns and guides the character’s gut instincts. The problem then is that the limbic system tells the character what to do based on past experience and what would feel good e.g. stay alive.

Unfortunately for our characters, we authors usually are pulling them out of their everyday experiences, thrusting them into the unknown where their limbic systems might very well encourage our characters to do the wrong thing.

What was your character thinking to get themselves into this mess?

The reality is (whether the author is using "feeling language" or not) that the author isn’t writing the character from the neocortex; they’re writing the character from the limbic – feeling part of the brain. 

Humans (characters in this instance) do not usually come at a situation in logical rational manner that would come from the neocortex. The neocortex "is involved in higher functions such as sensory perception, generation of motor commands, spatial reasoning, conscious thought, and in humans, language." Science Daily.

Characters don’t think as much as they feel. 

Military and other training tries to develop new patterns of dealing with situations so when the people are thrust into bad situations their limbic system and neocortex can pick good behaviors and eveyone gets home alive. 

  • When there is a repetition of training, the limbic system develops experiences. 
  • When you are writing your character, it’s important that the character tried and succeeded a repetition of the behavior you want them to perform. Or not. You can twist your plot whatever way you want. 
  • You might even write it in there, Character Blue had read about this in an article once. That article told him how to get out alive. But that didn’t feel right to Blue. Blue decided to go with his gut on this one and wow did that go sideways fast!

Now, characters can learn from the stories of others. It’s actually a really important way that the human brain learns. BUT and this is a great big but, in order to learn, the story must trigger a strong emotional response in the character. So you can teach you character by hearing a story, then show them having a visceral reaction to it, clutching at their shirt, tearing up, having nightmares, telling others the story with an emotive voice. “Can you imagine? Isn’t that horrible?”

The neocortex can also learn

By reading about and watching documentaries about true life experiences, the neocortex learns how the limbic system impacts our decision making. This trains the brain to know when the instinctive decisions made by the limbic system might not go well.

If you, as an author, only writes the action without explaining the reason that the characters took those actions -- why they thought they'd have less risk and more reward by doing X instead of Z-- it can be problematic for your reader.

Most of your character’s decision making will rely on heuristics. And this is fine for the banal part of your plot line. Not so much when you’re shoving your character out into a shit storm. In a new and unique circumstance, old patterns, old learning, old ways of assessing can get your character into the world of hurt by ensnaring them by a heuristic trap. Heh, heh, heh.

We all know that coincidence is acceptable if it helps the bad guy in our story; it's unacceptable if it helps the good guy. But be careful about this. If the good guy is making stupid mistakes and it makes things worse (and worse, and worse) for your character, then the shine comes off your hero. Readers develop hindsight bias and that really sucks for your white hat.


One way that you can avoid your reader scoffing at your plot line is to prevent hindsight bias – knowing the outcome and therefore rolling their eyes at your characters bad choices (think 1980s horror films when the pantie-clad young woman goes to check on that noise in the basement), is to take your reader through the feeling-driven thought processes of your character. In this way, your reader can see that the series of events was logical to this character, even if their behavior makes thing worse.

How do we take the reader along as our character digs himself a nice deep hole to fall in? The author shows the inner workings of his characters' decision making.

And we can show the neocortex being swamped by the limbic system which reigns supreme in most decision making. Yup, we're a touchy-feely driven species, whether we like it or not.



Heuristic Traps

Heuristics are short cuts that characters use to weigh risk v. reward. 

Heuristic traps can get authors into trouble


Applying the teachings of Dr. Elizabeth Andre in her lecture about emotions in back country decision making, your character should remember the acronym FACETS to identify the most likely heuristic traps.

The FACETS acronym was coined by researchers who studied avalanche accidents and research in social psychology. 

While this was developed for awareness in back country conditions, an author can extrapolate them to manipulate their scenes.  For example:

  • Do you want your character to feel safe and depend on heuristics? Put them in a familiar setting. 
  • Do you want your character to be uncomfortable and more aware? Put them in an unfamiliar setting, a foreign country with language barriers, and lack of readily found support of family and friends would be a good example.
Watch how FACETS are applied to show how risk/reward is assessed by the brain and when risk-taking behavior will increase or decrease:

F – familiarity – your character will feel more comfortable in places s/he knows. For example, back country skiers will take more risks in familiar terrain. Your character will take more risks walking at night in her neighborhood v. a strange neighborhood in a foreign city.

A – acceptance – desire to be accepted by others. "Socially acceptable" can backfire in bad situations, like following someone into a situation that your character isn't fully untrained for, pushing past their comfort. 

They want to impress someone. 

They want to prove something. 

This is particularly true if the person that they want to impress is a potential mate

This is one of the reasons I like to write my brand of romantic suspense. In most of my books, the impetus for the decision making is based on the desire to keep the mate or loved one safe, this then leads the character into events that they might not have the skill to deal with. 

For example in JACK BE QUICK Suz Molloy the teacher tries to save two of her students. She tells us that one of her great fears is that, if push came to shove, she would not do what the teachers at Sandy Hook did, and throw herself between the bullets and her children. She is afraid that her level of courage would not meet this societal standard set by those brave real-world heroines. In weighing her actions, Suz's brain thinks she can be succesful even though she has no skills. Her brain arrives at that conclusion because failing to try feels like the more dangerous track.

C – consistency. Once your character has made a decision it is hard for them to vere off that path. 

Time and time again when I’ve studied search and rescue outcomes, I’ve seen that had the victim continued with the original decision that they’d made, they would likely have succeeded much better than second guessing (this might be MY personal heuristic trap, and I need to be aware of it when I’m in the back country). 
It's not a bad heuristic. Awareness of this heuristic, though, can be life saving as the neocortex could argue with the limbic system about what to do next.

Our characters’ brains often want them to continue on the same way even when they’re presented with new information or conditions change. The heroine continues with her plans to go to the art show and meet their friends even though she'd heard her ex with a big gun and a bigger chip on his shoulder was looking for her. If you don't want to get a great big eye-roll from your reader, you'd better explain that thought process.

E – Expert. Defacto leaders often emerge in situations whether or not they have the skill sets necessary. 

Our expert heuristic tells us to trust that expert (again, whether or not they actually have expertise). For example, the character’s boss is in the building when the terrorists burst in. What would be best is that the gal with the three tours in the war tell folks what to do. But no, everyone is looking at the boss for leadership. The boss doesn’t no anything about this situation and will probably make some really bad decisions that everyone will follow like lemmings thanks to the expert heuristic. The vet might wrestle the "expert" name tag away from her boss so that the coworkers have a better chance, but when this is all said and done, she might be out of a job for shaming him. Something else to weigh in to that plot you're twisting...

Social status or charisma might afford someone with the expert status. 

Will your character fall for this? Some people will also believe they’re the expert. I’ll give you an example: I was on a search and rescue mission.  The person with the most medical training will be the designated medic for a mission. On this mission, this guy and I both had wilderness first aid. He said, “I’ll do it.” His other background was that he was in sales. 

I’m wilderness first aid/k-9 tactical first aid trained. I also have medical background from going to a medical college for a masters in rehabilitation counseling. I also put myself through college as a massage therapist and had a massage therapy license that included, as one would assume, lots of anatomy training. I also dealt with 4 kids and their emergency runs to the hospital for kid stuff; one of these kids had a series of life and death crises (where I applied medical information under extreme stress). The guy who became our expert had none of this. What he had going for him: he was an extrovert, a big wig at his business, and bigger physically than I am. On the surface, he looked like a good fit for expert. 

In my mind, I knew this guy well enough to know that in a situation, he'd turn to me for help. It wasn't like my wrestling for that "expert" label was going to hurt anyone. However, it might be intersting to make your beta character exert as the expert and see your alpha squirm. 

Using the above example, recognize that this is another way to twist your plot with the expert heuristic: folks might feel better trusting a certain kind of physical or mental picture, to their detriment. 

When lacking a true expert, it’s best for your characters to rule by consensus, that way there’s a pool of knowledge and information.

Here’s an example from search and rescue where the expert heuristic was properly overcome: On a training search in freezing cold weather, the rain was just beating down on us, I was part of a group that was packing a search team leader out of the woods. Why? He had become cold and dehydrated and his brain got fuzzy. 

He was the “expert” but one of the team members noticed him slurring his words and acting oddly. When confronted, the expert agreed something was off for him. The second in command took command, called in a “real world emergency” and all of the teams out in the field swarmed to help. Once the expert saw what was going to happen, he tried to wrest the authority back to himself so he could avoid the embarrassment. Luckily, the new leader (expert) would have none of it. Thus, a more serious outcome was avoided. Having your non-expert character ask questions and point things out can be done in an annoying way, a way that sows doubt and discomfort. This can add to the bad of the situation OR it could add to the better outcome. It’s your plot, twist it how you’d like. But applying this expert heuristic can help you move things along your trajectory.  

(See? Sometimes you can play nice with your characters)

T -tracks – short hand for scarcity. 

Low supply high demand means that the sought after thing must be a good thing. 

The pressure of characters who are going after the same thing might force your heroine through the T heuristic to make decisions that aren’t good for her. She might want to date Mr. X just because all the women want to. And he turns out to be dangerous to her health and well being. That job offer your character wants so much, might not be the best for her, but everyone wants that job Her brain makes her think accepting that job is the best outcome, when I fact, she would be better off staying in the small town and starting her own business...

Social facilitation – the more people the more risk taking. Sad but true.

Now how can you help your character make good decision?

First, they should understand that FACETS are in play and include that information in their decision making. 

Humans have an optimism bias – so have your characters practice thinking negatively. Other things that will help (or you could conversely deny your character so that things go badly) include:
Well rested
Well fed
Well hydrated
Comfortably warm

Go back to my search and rescue example when they took over from the expert. When he was at the hospital it was discovered through his effort on that training mission, he’d become hypoglycemic (low blood sugar from not having sufficient food), dehydrated, cold, and he’d exerted himself more than he was capable of handling that day. His decision making was thus affected to the point of putting him (and his team) in danger.

Your character's brain is a fabulous tool of survival but can also work against them. I hope this article gave you some interesting ways to think about the plight you’re advancing for your characters and your plot.

Happy writing,
Fiona

Monday, June 10, 2019

A True Life Missing Person Survival Story

By Ivan Shishkin - scan of painting
Through my Internet friend Jacquie Beveridge, who started the Hug a Tree Program after her son Jimmy was lost in the woods and succumbed to hypothermia, I was introduced to a lost and rescued survival story.

 CLICK HERE to go to my article with Jacquie and my videos of how I taught the Hug a Tree program (with some additions) to my kids and my scouts. (Videos)

Recently, Jacquie shared an experience that her friend Hilary had when Hilary was lost in the snow. Hilary is an artist exploring the winter landscape for her painting series when things took a turn for the worse.

Here is Hilary's experience in her own words:

Barron Canyon

I didn't want to go back up to Barron Canyon again this week. 
     I've already been three times, as well as the weekend canoe trip into the deep canyon. But my mind kept telling me that I wasn't finished until I'd been there in winter as well. The full four-season experience. 
     I don't know why but my mind often pushes me beyond my comfort zone. This was certainly one of those times. I fought with myself about it. I had been sick at the weekend, and I wasn't feeling 100% even then. I'd pulled a muscle in my hip and knew that I wasn't really well enough for anything physical or out of the ordinary. But the artist in me pushed it all aside, so that I could complete the winter paintings of Barron Canyon, finish the 4th and final season of research paintings, and perhaps close the obsession of it once and for all. 
     On the 5 hour drive up, I felt tense, tired, my body ached every time Ray turned a corner sharply. I took photos of the sunset scenery and tried to block out how I was feeling. We chatted cheerfully. "I wonder why I have this obsession with the Canyon?" 
     Ray hmm'ed. 
     "Maybe it's where I'm going to die someday?" I laughed. I wouldn't have laughed if I'd known what lay ahead. 
     We arrived after dark and got into our regular hotel room. Ray goes to Petawawa every two weeks on business. He has done for two years now. That was how I got the idea to go and search out the "Petawawa Gorge" -as it was called during Tom Thomson's lifetime. I'd painted scenes of it from internet photos, without having been there, so it made sense that I would go there in person and paint it en plein air. 
     So here I was, the fourth visit to the clifftop trail. It's a 2 km trail, and if you don't stop to make art, you can be up and back to your car in just over an hour. I usually spent about 2 to 3 hours there, including photos and a few research paintings of the colours of that season. 
     Ray was concerned about me going in winter. The road into the trail was a logging road, so it could be rough with snow, end-of-winter flooding, etc. 
     "Maybe I shouldn't go?" I said. "Maybe I should just stay in the hotel and have a nice break, paint from our hotel room... or just drive into the park and get a few paintings of the beaver damn or the swamp areas?" 
     But we both decided it would be ok for me to drive in, check the conditions, see if it was safe, then make the decision once I arrived. 
     It was a lovely sunny winter's day, snow was melting, the sky a perfect cobalt fading to ultramarine blue. It was even better than I could have hoped for! I had no worries as I dropped Ray off at his office and took 'the clunker' and drove south out of town towards the logging road, heading into the park. 
     I always forget how far in that road goes. It was over 45 minutes on a clear day to get to the park gate. Today it took longer much since I was swerving pond-sized pot holes at every turn in the road. Each hill ended at the bottom in pools of meltwater. 
     I swerved, swerved back, took a few photos, swerved again, but eventually there was my last connection with the world: Algonquin Sandy Lake Gate. 
     I paid my $14.50 day pass and put the envelope in the self-serve box The gate was closed for the season still. No one around. I am always aware that that's my last connection with the outside world, since that's the only internet connection until you get to the top of the cliff. 
     I drove another 7 kms past the sign of "Squirrel Rapids", and then watched out for the next entrance. 
     There it was, Barron Canyon Trail. The entrance was blocked by piles of winter dirt and snow plough mounds, so I parked at the road edge and got my gear ready. The sun was warm, the trail was packed down, everything looked perfect. 
     I could see the familiar winding of the trail meandering into the forest, marked by footsteps of a few other winter hikers before me. It was all going to be ok. I felt good. I packed up my little bag of art supplies, my palette, my painting pad, and suddenly decided to include my Ex-acto knife, although I didn't really need it. 
     A packet of cookies in case I needed a snack, and a bottle of water for painting or drinking. 
     I headed off. The path was solid, although no one had walked there today. The footsteps of the weekend winter hikers had packed it down and it was easy to walk. 
     No problem! I could get up to the cliff! 
     And then I took a step to one side. Suddenly I was knee-deep in snow! Ok, so stay on the path, I warned myself. Once in a while my step went wrong, and I sank in, pulled myself up, got back on the solid path. 
     It only took about ten minutes to get to the top. I saw the usual signs warning people with children "This path walks to a cliff edge. Be careful of young children and pets." -Something like that. It was always ominous. 
     I felt my fear tingling a little as usual. I knew there was no room for error up here. No one would be here to save me or hear my cries if I stepped off the trail and slipped down... 
     I got to the park bench. There it was. That breath-taking view. The trail of river deep below. 
     The first time Ray and I hiked up here it was a deep rich sapphire blue, "the jewel of Algonquin" I'd titled it in those first paintings. Today, it was equally as stunning, but this time it was diamond, not sapphire. The crystal whiteness of the frozen river below felt like an electric jolt of pleasure as I studied it. Why did this view make me feel so deeply? 
     Tom Thomson never got to see it from up here, I don't think. He only canoed through it, which is certainly equally as beautiful, but different. 
     I set up my paints and stood up to work, since the bench was covered in melting snow. Instead of opening my paint water, I lazily just used snow as my paint water, and painted the river of snow and dark greens of the forest colours. My first quick painting was done in a few minutes. I took photos and a video from all the usual views, studied the colours, the meandering little line of melting edge along both riverbanks, and then moved on to view location number 2, as marked on the trees. 
      It was slippery walking. I slipped as I moved around the bench, and grabbed the bench back to keep from falling down. Wet snow on bum but I was ok. I got back up, taking it as a warning and stepping very carefully after that. 
     At view point number 2, the snow and cliff edge were too precarious looking so I stayed clear of the edge. I took photos and a video with arms outstretched to get the best views I could. Then to view number 3, 4, and finally number 5. 
    I did 5 paintings in total, one of them just a small sketch. I took a few final videos of the river below, the melting snow dripping heavily down the rocks on the other side of the gorge. That was the only regular sound I heard all day, the dripping of melting snow. 
     As I was painting number 4, I heard the distant whirr of engines, as a giant military helicopter flew over, -army practice from Petawawa, not far away. It was the only sign of life all day, but felt reassuring that I wasn't completely alone. 
     I did hear a kestrel below my in the canyon, but I couldn't see it from my angle. A black squirrel surprised me as a sudden movement at one point, but everything else was silent. It's a silence of the dead up there. 
     You can see and feel just how huge the world is and how extremely far away from civilization you are -but with that blue sky and amazing view, I felt the beauty of being surrounded by nature and pristine untouched wilderness. I felt calm to be alone with such grandeur. 
     At the end of view location #5, I saw that some people had walked down the edge of the cliff a little to get another view of the snow 'avalanche' that was melting across the gorge on the other side, so I walked down the cliff a few steps, to see if I could get a slightly better view of the rocks below.
    That section is the most beautiful part of the canyon if you're in a canoe, but it's not visible from the cliff top. I didn't really get much, but then I turned to re-join the path to head down the trail back to the loop. My steps sank deeper into the snow as I moved farther down. I didn't think too much about it, since I was heading downhill, and I knew the trail was just there, somewhere to the right of me. 
      An interesting piece of information I learned later from the fireman, was that people tend to wander in the direction of their dominant hand, when they are lost. If I'd been right handed, I might have got back to the right trail that day and nothing else would have happened. No story. Safely back to my car. But I happen to be left-handed, so I kept walking down the cliff, trying to see where the trail was, ahead of me, and -as I found out later- veering off to the left. 
     Each step was exhausting. Each leg sank in up to at least the knee, but more often the hip. Each time I pulled my foot out, there was the chance of my boot sliding right off in the suction of deep snow. 
     Ray asked me later why I didn't think to turn around? With snow there's a definite guaranteed path back the way you came. Why didn't I just go back up the cliff? I can't answer that, I don't know why. I was so exhausted and so overwhelmed with the intensity of walking that my mind was focused on moving forward, not assessing the best option. I was meant to go this direction, is the only answer I can give. 
      There are mirages when you're lost in the desert, I've heard of and even seen them portrayed in movies. I've not heard of mirages in a winter forest. But there were, and many. Your eyes play tricks on you. 
     I was sure I saw a glove on the snow just a little farther over, and if I just took another 10 steps, I'd get to it. 
     The trail was just ahead, so I headed over that way. Those 10 steps took about half an hour, since each step sank me into the now hip-deep snow, and I had to climb out and step the next foot in, and then climb out again. 
     I tried lying on my back or side to move sometimes, just to keep from sinking into the deep snow. I got closer to 'the glove'. It was a dead piece of wood. Mirage. 
     I thought there was a path through the trees coming down from the cliff. It looked like it was the trail! I moved forward slowly and then stepped once more, hoping that my boot would stand, not sink in. That was the only evidence that I was on the trail, test the snow and see if it sank. It held! I breathed a sigh of relief. I stopped then, took a small sip of water, (The little water bottle that was my painting water, that I hadn't used to paint with! -The actual water bottle, I noticed then, had been dropped somewhere back on the trail. This little bottle was all I had!) 
     I breathed and took the next step on the trail. My boot sank in to the hip again. There was no trail here. At that point my anxiety and emotions overwhelmed me and I swore at the forest, at nature, at snow, and felt complete and utter exhaustion. I had no energy left to save myself with. 
     My body was drained.
     I faced the unimaginable. I could die here. 
     It's ridiculous really. Why didn't I just turn back? I don't know. 
     I keep haunting myself with that question still today. I'd already gone over an hour and a half downhill, in the direction of the car and home, and Ray, and the thought of going back up that slippery cliff just didn't come to mind. I still regret that deeply. My left boot suddenly stuck in the snow, and then my foot came right out. It was a crashing point. I felt frustration and angst and wasting of time and having to dig my boot out again. 
     I looked around me in an extreme panic, searching for a solution, for a sign of the trail, anything to help me get out of this mess. 
     I lay down beside the hole on the snow and used a stick to dig around it, finally managed to get it out. Another ten minutes of time wasted. Then I had to empty out the snow balls and clear my felt liner of melting snow, and then put my now-wet socked foot back into it. It gradually warmed up again as I moved on. 
     I soldiered on, but the feeling panic and desperation were building with each step. The exhaustion had sunk in deeply. I had tucked my art bag and palette and papers into my jacket so I had my hands free, and I half crawled, half walked on my knees onward. 
     The boot came off again, and I dug it out again, and felt more anxiety. 
     Tears came, and I wiped them away as my mind raced with more panic and the disaster I had created. 
     I raged in anger at myself, the negative emotions made it difficult to function. 
     I couldn't think clearly, I just kept trying to move forward, seeing 'the trail' ahead of me, so many times. Then I would get to the "Trail" and take a first step, and it might hold. Yes! This was the trail! Then the 2nd step would sink and my hope crashed again. 
     I looked ahead in a clearing area, and saw a brilliant blue and yellow something in the snow, and decided it must be a human clothing item with such deep colours! I moved forward, feeling positive that I'd found the trail at last! 
     As I got closer, I saw that it was a deep shadow in the snow, intensely blue, and then the yellow was spring moss shining in the sunlight. 
     Tricks! Dishonest eyes! I gave up then. Each false trail crashed me deeper into exhaustion and panic. 
     Suddenly, I stepped forward and I could feel my boot was compressed with water, below the depth of the top snow. Water?I looked around me. My landscape architecture training suddenly saved me then. "Indicator species: A cedar tree indicates presence of a swampy region in natural areas." There are plants that only grow in certain conditions, in a natural habitat. Ferns mean soil has be undisturbed for over 5 years, cedars mean swamp. 
     I looked around. I was surrounded by cedar trees. I was in a swamp. If I moved again I could sink right in. 
     My mind raced with a solution.
     Fear can panic you, but it can also bring to mind every piece of knowledge you've gathered in your whole life. I recalled the native teachings I learned over 25 years ago, of how natives were able to move through the forest in winter. They made themselves boughs of cedar and wove 'snow shoes'. 
     I remembered that I'd brought the 'not needed' exacto knife in my art pack. I fumbled quickly and got it out. Cutting two robust green cedar boughs, I used them as 'shoes' for my hands, so I could crawl my way out of the swamp without needing to use my feet, so that my hands wouldn't sink in as I crawled on them. 
     I looked around. Maples. Good. Swamp panic abated. 
     I felt completely and utterly exhausted then. 
     I cried and felt completely saturated with exhaustion and fear. I had nothing left to give. My body ached, although throughout the whole ordeal until the following day, I felt no pain, no hunger, only thirst and cold. 
     Suddenly I remembered my great friend Jacquie who's son wandered off in the forest when he was a child and how he died of hypothermia. She told me about how she and her husband started the "Hug a Tree" program that has saved thousands of people, since they teach it in the schools in BC, Canada. Ontario hasn't caught up with it yet.
    But it will! 
    I shall share it in the schools I teach in. I remembered what she had told me. "If you're lost in the forest, the safest thing to do is to 'Hug a Tree'. Trees give off warmth, they offer safety, and they keep you from wandering too far away in the wrong direction so you can be found more easily. Sit still and hug a tree. 
     It was about all I had energy left to do, and I felt a wave of relief. I didn't need to do anything else. I had permission to stop struggling and just sit quietly until help came. That was a huge turning point. My anxiety drained away, and I had focus again. Hope. 
     I saw a massive tree lying down on it's stump, where it had fallen over. It was a large horizontal line in a forest of verticals. Very visible. That was good! I could climb up on that and get out of the snow, get some sun, and dry my mitts out a bit. And then all I needed to do was sit there until Ray realized I was missing and came to get me. 
     Maybe around three pm he'd begin to wonder, since I said I'd text him when I got out of the park. 
     Wouldn't he? 
     So I used my last remaining strength to drag myself over to the tree and lift myself up onto the safety of it's trunk. The sun felt good on my face. I calmed down. I breathed in the smells of the forest. I just needed to sit here and wait. I went to the bathroom and took another small sip of my (painting) water. 
     I felt anxious that I lost the bigger bottle of water during the downward trail. It had fallen out of my jacket while I was crawling. 
     The thought of going back to find it wasn't even a consideration. I wanted to go home, and on my phone I could see the road on the map, just ahead of me -depending on the scale of the map. Going back up that hill... well it had taken two hours to get to this tree, and I wasn't thinking of moving again until I got saved. 
     I rested there for an hour. I checked the time. 2:30pm. It could be at least three hours before Ray realized I was missing, and then another hour before he came to rescue me. That could get a bit dark by then, and cold. I started to feel a chill setting in. My core was warm, but my feet, hands, and legs were soaked through. I took off the wet gloves and warmed my hands in the sun. The chill started to grow colder though. 
     My 'snow pants' weren't waterproof, just wind breaker fabric really. Sitting on the tree, I had time to think. Calmly. The sun shone, but I could see that sitting here was going to mean that I'd get a chill if it was going to take three hours or more. 
     I looked again at my phone, this time fishing out my glasses. I had looked at it regularly to see where the road was. I was moving parallel to the road each time I looked, but there was no scale on the map. The road could be two hours away at the rate it was taking me to get through the snow depth of this valley I was in. It was so silent. 
     Eeerily silent. 
     I could feel the expanse of thousands of miles of silence. and trees. I called out "Help!" a few times, just to hear my own voice echoing back at me. I felt less alone somehow. I looked again at my phone and the map, and then I glanced at the top corner. 1%? One percent? How? My phone had a full battery when I left the car! Then I remembered the 4 videos I'd taken, and this chilly weather. 
     The thought of not even having my phone for company made me feel an urgency to move again. I looked up at the not-too-steep hill right in front of me. It was heading back uphill in the direction of the trail. I knew the trail was safe and guaranteed. I knew it would get me back to the car if I could climb back up there. 
     It was up there right at the top of the cliff if I could just get up there. And maybe, just maybe, If I managed to get there before the 1% died, I could text Ray, and he'd be able to come right away instead of having to wait until 5pm or when he would surely have realized I was not back. 
     I didn't really think the 1% would work, since that hill was at least a 1-hour journey to get back up there, but the trail was a sure thing. I looked around for something to help me get up there and reduce my sinking into the snow. The old tree I was sitting on had a large stump that was sticking out of the snow, about 6 ft long. Like a lumpy ski, I thought. I kicked it. It moved easily. I bashed it with my boot a few more times, and twisted it in circles, and suddenly the wood broke free. I had a ski! I bashed another section -smaller, but it would work. I looked around for vines to tie the 'skis' on, but there was nothing. I dreamed of having a roll of duct tape in my pack. That would have been a miracle right now. 
     I packed all my art supplies back inside my jacket and zipped everything in, and then threw the first plank on the snow. I stepped on it. Success! I stayed on the surface! Then I threw the second plank, and moved forward. 
     Each step I had to bend down and pick up the plank before to move it forward, while balancing on the next plank. It was remarkable fast compared to the sinking-in method I'd suffered for the first two and a half hours on the way down the cliff. 
     I felt warmth coming back into me, and positive energy. I'd found a method that would work! The hour of sitting 'hugging a tree' had calmed my panic, given me a rest, and allowed me the time to reflect on a sensible decision as to how to solve the dilemma I was facing. 
     I was going to get to the top and the trail and find my way home again! About 90% of the way up the hill, I noticed a sort of cart track in the snow, not used in a while, but less snow than the other forest. It showed a trail going somewhere. I could walk it to find my way back to the car perhaps? But which way was the right way? What if I'd got turned around while I was crawling around in the valley, and this trail went the other direction? 
     As I wondered about it, my cell phone in my pocket suddenly buzzed a text! A signal! How? At 1%? I opened my phone and immediately texted Ray. "Help! I'm stuck in the snow!" "Call CAA then" he immediately replied, jovially. "They won't be able to find me on the trail! I'm stuck myself, not the car! Got lost off the trail, 3.5 hours of panicking, freezing, can't find my way back, soaking wet!" 
     "You're joking, right?" 
     "NO! Not joking! Phone at 1%! Help SOS! Come save me!" I felt a massive wave of relief. Ray knew I was here. He was on his way. I wasn't alone any more. It was just a matter of waiting. Even if my phone died now, he was on his way. 
     "Send map!" He texted. 
     I tried. No success. I tried again, and again. About 8 times. 
     I sent one by email and one by Facebook, whichever way I could send it I tried, rushing to get it sent before my battery died. Apple Maps, I was using. The map showed a thin line of the road, and a dot where I was. No scale. A North arrow. That was all. How would they find me? 
     *( Later Ray assessed what went wrong and showed me that Google Maps had all the details of the cliff, the river, the canyon. "Never Use Apple Maps!" he told me... better late than never). 
     As I texted with Ray, I moved farther up the cliff to see if I was at the trail now, but then I saw that this hill I had climbed wasn't the cliff top. It was a large mound somewhere inside the forest, not the cliff edge where the canyon trail was, as I'd expected. My mind turned in circles, wondering. Had I gone beyond the trail and was farther to the west, or had I gone to the east before, and was now to the east of the trail? 
     I had no idea. 
     My brain shut down again, feeling drained. If I kept going straight would I get to the cliff edge anyway, and then be able to see what section of the canyon I was in? Should I try? 
     Ray texited again "Send Map" . 
     I tried again "My phone not sending! Tried again!" I tried again and again. 
     Eventually, it sent. As I was texting him, my boot sank into the snow again. I sighed. Then I tried to get it out. It was the right boot this time. My third or fourth boot coming off, by this time. The boot loosened off my foot and my wet sock foot lifted out into the cold air. Both my boots were full of melted wet snow. The felt liners were soggy and heavy with water. I bent down and tried to find a place to sit so I could dig the boot out. I found a thick stick and scraped at it. But the mushy afternoon snow kept filling in around my boot, making it impossible to lift.My arms were weak and unable to pull upwards any more. 
     I had no strength left. 
     I wondered how long it would be before Ray got here? Would I lose my toes if they got really cold? I remembered a movie where that happened. 
      "I'm sending Fire department. We're on our way!" 
      Oh great idea! I thought. Huge tears of joy, relief.
      "If my phone dies, I'm near a trail that looks like a cart track, and I'm on a hilly mound, but it's not the cliff top. I'm stuck here -boot came off, can't get it out, bare foot with wet sock!" and other such texts. 
     "Keep phone warm" he warned me. 
     Yes, right! I put it inside my clothing and kept it near my heart. "ETA?" I asked. 
     "Leaving now, -One hour" Then I said, "Put fire truck sirens on, and I'll probably be able to hear you from where I am, and I'll whistle! I'm not far from the road." I tried whistling. My lips were dry and my throat was tight. I couldn't. 
     I'm usually a strong whistler, but my anxiety, quavering lips, dry mouth. I tried practicing alternating with boot digging attempts. The cold was setting in in my wet bare foot, so I stood up and hugged my toes as I leaned against a big tree. 
     Hug a Tree again, I thought. Choose a high-up tree in a visible area, on a hill so that volume can carry through the forest when you're calling out. 
     Once Ray drove into the park there were no more texts, since there's no service in Algonquin except from the cliff top. My cell phone still lasted though! I waited. 
     My foot was freezing. I bent it up and held it again with my hands to keep it warm. The other leg got tired of holding me up. I sat down and tried to dig out the boot again. It just got worse, sinking deeper in the melting snow. It might have to stay there for good. I certainly didn't have the strength to pull it out of the 4 ft deep hole it was now sunk into. I stayed put. I thought about walking down this trail with just a sock, and suffering the cold just to get back to the car or the trail, so I could speed up the rescue, but I knew it wasn't a good idea.
     A cold foot could be a disaster if they didn't find me right away. I sat down again and tried to scratch a space in my boot to put my foot back into it at least. The toes got in, but it was a wet boot full of snow, not much use. I pressed my bare foot against the boot and kept the stationary boot warm by pressing on it with the bare foot for a while. 
     I sat down and stood up to keep changing the pressure on my wet boot foot. After a while I started dancing, moving my hips, trying to stay warm. I felt relief that they were on their way, but the hour felt like 2 hours, as my toes got colder. 
     I cried sometimes, letting the relief that they were on their way wash over me. The fear of my foot not surviving the cold was a consideration. I wondered how long it would take them to find me? I imagined the equipment the fire department would bring. 
    Snow shoes? 
    Snow Mobile? 
    At least a gurney to pull me through the forest in warm blankets so I could slide easily along instead of having to walk through these thick snowbanks. I had plenty of time to think about what would happen when they arrived. 
     My mind wandered but at least the panic was gone now. Suddenly, I heard a car horn, honking a few times. The honk was muffled but distinct, in the distance, and then a man's call. They were here!
     And it was all in a direction that I hadn't expected! 
     I was off to the left of the trail! 
    How bizarre. 
    I felt a huge wave of relief that they were here! I wondered how long it would take them to get up the trail and find me? Did they need to gather equipment before setting out? Why had they honked and not just run the sirens? I called out, "HELLO!" in the deepest strongest voice I could muster. A waited a few seconds and then called again. and again. and again. 
     The forest was silent. 
     I couldn't hear anything after the initial car noise. I began to wonder if I'd imagined the horn, just like the blue and yellow thing earlier. Perhaps they hadn't even arrived yet? My mind played tricks again as I waited. I yelled out HELLO probably 150 times. 
     I wondered why they weren't calling back? My hellos got more emotional, more frustrated, tired. Scared. 
    The winds blew lightly through the pines, and then I couldn't hear anything but pine breezes. Perhaps the same was happening for them? Maybe they'd miss me, and I'd be here all night? Suddenly I noticed a tiny green pine branch, just in front of me. A brand new branch, electric green, looking right at me. 
    A sign. 
    All would be ok. I breathed. 
    I called continuously every few seconds and kept going for over an hour and a half, knowing that if the wind was blowing where they were, they wouldn't hear me, but each call was a chance to be heard. 
     I could hear them in the distance finally, light muffled noises, moving past me, up over the cliff, around me, past me and to the other side of the trail, missing me, and all the while I called out "HELLO!" 
     My voice began to break down, my emotions, frustration, fear. 
     I was crying "Hello!" with tears and fear and everything I had left inside me. I remembered my flight attendant training, and how we had to do "Emergency Shout Commands" for thirty minutes for our final exam. This was an hour and a half already. 
    But it felt the same. 
    Massive emotion. 
    The sun was setting. my foot was going numb. I was exhausted. Suddenly I saw a face in the forest, baseball cap, glasses. 
    In the distance, I thought it was Ray. I burst. Huge melt-down, sobbing, all the fear of all the thousands of sinking holes in the snow all the day just blasted out of me in tears and emotion and relief and sadness and love that he'd found me at last! 
    As he came closer, I realized, embarrassed, that it wasn't Ray. It was a fireman! I tried to contain myself a little but he was kind, prepared, used to this stuff. 
    "Thank you for coming, and I'm so sorry to bother you like this!" I said. 
    "It's ok, he laughed, This is my job! It happens all the time! I'm here now. Do you need warm clothes? some water?" 
    Caleb had everything. He got my boot out of the snow, and took out the soggy felt liners and found me warm socks and a blanket to sit on and all the minor things I needed. 
    "Am I going to lose my toes?" I asked, worried. 
    "I don't know, are they black?" 
    "Black?" I asked. I took my boot off. 
    "Oh no, those are lovely pink toes! You've got lots of circulation happening there!" We both laughed. It felt really good to laugh, but tears came out, too. 
    Eventually, he helped me up, and we walked back through his pre-made steps and headed over to the trail. It was only a few minutes away. There we joined Ray's friend Sean, and eventually, Ray as well. He had been re-following my trail to see if he could see me from the cliff top. "Is this everyone?" I asked. 
     "Isn't this enough?" Laughed Ray. "Did you want the whole military?" 
     "No, I just thought you'd called the Fire Department." 
     "I did! This is Caleb! he's a fireman!" 
     "Oh, Thank you for coming to find me, and nice to meet you!" 
     "You met him this morning! Laughed Ray. "He works with us on the Petawawa project, and conveniently, he's also a local fireman and knows these woods really well!" 
     I laughed then. "If we hadn't found you by 6:30 pm, the rest of the department and all the fire equipment and the K9 unit would have been on our tail, making sure we got you in time!" 
     That felt safe. but I was so glad they had found me without having to cost the expense of a whole team out here to find in the dark. 
     "You were really lucky!" said Ray. "Sean was just dropping me off. Five minutes later, and I'd have gone for my after-work nap and turned my phone off for two hours. You'd have been here well into the dark." 
     "My phone would have died. I couldn't have let you know where I was." 
     "Caleb knows the area and knew where you were because you told him about that other trail you'd just passed when you texted me. He knew that trail. It's an old canoe intake trail further up the canyon." 
     I felt waves of relief, but also fear of the 'what could have happened' as we talked and hugged and drove back into town. Ray bought me Epsom salts and after dinner I soaked in the tub and cried with relief. 
     I did the same the next day, as the aches pains and bruises began to show. It's been a week now since I first wrote this, and I'm still more fragile than I was before it happened. Perhaps, it's changed me permanently. That's not a bad thing. I feel more vulnerable, more sensitive, but also more appreciative of what I have in life. 
     Gratitude is my most constant emotion this week. And kindness. Life is short, appreciate all that you have, all those you know. Ray and I have grown closer and more loving, and once I begin painting things out, I suspect that my paintings will have new emotion in them as well. 
     Thank you to Jacquie and the Hug a Tree program... It has saved many lives, and mine as well. If I'd panicked and not known about that program, I might have had to spend the night in the forest. It dropped to -5 that night, and my jeans/feet/hands were soaked. I'm alive today because Hugging a tree kept me grounded, rational, calmed my panic. 
     Choose a tree on a high ridge. 
     Easier to be found!