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Our reason for creating WWK originated as an outlet for our love of reading and writing mystery fiction. We hope you love it, too, and will enjoy our holiday gifts to our readers with original short stories to celebrate the season. Starting on 11/16 stories by Warren Bull, Margaret S. Hamilton, Paula Gail Benson, Linda Rodriguez, KM Rockwood, Gloria Alden, and E. B. Davis will appear every Thursday into the New Year.


Our November Author Interviews: 11/8--Ellen Byron, and 11/15--Sujata Massey. Please join us in welcoming these authors to WWK.


November Saturday Bloggers: 11/4 Margaret S. Hamilton and 11/11 Cheryl Hollon.


Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:

Shari Randall's "Pets" will be included in Chesapeake Crimes: Fur, Feathers, and Felonies anthology, which will be published in 2018. In the same anthology "Rasputin," KM Rockwood's short story, will also be published. Her short story "Goldie" will be published in the Busted anthology, which will be released by Level Best Books on April 25th.


In addition, our prolific KM will have the following shorts published as well: "Making Tracks" in Passport to Murder, Bouchercon anthology, October 2017 and "Turkey Underfoot," just published, will appear in the anthology The Killer Wore Cranberry: a Fifth Course of Chaos.


James M. Jackson's 4th book in the Seamus McCree series, Doubtful Relations, is now available. His novella "Low Tide at Tybee" appears February 7 as part of Lowcountry Crimes: Four Novellas, which is available for order.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Criminals: Go to Your Happy Place!

Recently, my husband was surprised to read in the Wall Street Journal that his California hometown is fighting crime using calming sounds and music. He was so surprised that he *had* to interrupt my writing to tell me about it. This interruption caused me to forget a crucial detail in my sure-to-be published blockbuster novel thus losing out on what inevitably would have been Agatha, Macavity and Edgar awards for this future bestseller. But I digress.

Located about 60 miles north of Los Angeles, the desert community of Lancaster is best known for playing an important role in the space shuttle program. In fact, one major road renamed “Challenger Way,” had its street signs shortened so the shuttle wings could pass over them as it was towed from the factory to nearby Edwards Air Force Base.

It’s also known for a musical road that was originally made by Honda for a TV commercial. The asphalt is grooved causing vibrations that sound like the William Tell Overture when driven over at a certain speed.

In the spirit of continuing innovation, The City of Lancaster now plays musical notes, bird song and sounds of splashing water on 70 speakers along the city’s major boulevard. Mayor Parris, who is also a practicing personal-injury attorney, believes that the sounds soothe the locals and create a safer environment by fine tuning their brain chemicals of cortisol and adrenaline. He told The Wall Street Journal, “Everyone is in a better mood, a better place.” The police captain agrees and claims that the calmness is being brought back by people to their own neighborhoods. (I guess happiness is contagious.)

This creative method of fighting crime seems to have begun in the mid-1980s when a 7-Eleven convenience store blasted classical music to disperse teens congregating in its parking lot. It worked so well that various forms of behavior modifying noises are now used in the U.S. and around the world.

For example, Doha, Qatar’s Aspire Park uses recorded bird song to help modulate visitor behavior. Public transportation systems from Sydney, Australia to Portland Oregon play classical music to combat crime. In Washington, D.C., the Smithsonian’s National Portrait Gallery--much like the early 7-Eleven--plays classical music at night to prevent kids from hanging out in front of the building.

England doesn’t take teen bad behavior lightly either. One company in the U.K. sells a device that emits a high frequency pulsing sound to repel loitering teenagers that neither adults nor dogs can hear. There is even a school that punishes misbehaving students by forcing them to listen to classical music for an hour. (Oh, the inhumanity!)

So, if soothing sounds send criminals to their happy place and classical music scares off disaffected youths, is there a sound that will banish people who continually interrupt writers? I envision a foghorn that booms when an interloper interrupts with, “Where’s my…” (FOGHORN), “Have you seen my…” (FOGHORN), “Since you’re not busy, could you…” (FOGHORN).

Do you use calming sounds and music to go to your happy place? Or, play obnoxious noises to repel an intruder?

5 comments:

Warren Bull said...

Kara, I have a suggestion for you. When your husband interrupts your soon-to-be Pulitzer Prize winning novel, flip on the theme from Jaws, smile widely and show your teeth.

I listen to music on nights when my mind it whirling and I cannot go to sleep. Church choir music is especially soothing

Linda Rodriguez said...

Kara, I love your idea of the foghorn! I've got noisy disruptive neighbors I'd use it on. Once when we had squirrels in the attic, we were told that loud rock music would make them leave. It only made them dance.

Kara Cerise said...

I love your sense of humor, Warren! Perhaps I should buy a fin and wave it around while I'm baring my teeth.

Kara Cerise said...

Thanks for the laugh, Linda! I've had squirrels in my attic, too, and it does sound like they are dancing.

E. B. Davis said...

I understand your frustration, Kara. I'm sensitive to sounds, the beeps from microwaves, the backup blaring from trucks, my coffeemaker that must announce when it is finished making coffee, then two hours later when it turns inself off, it must bleat again. My husband interrupts my writing too. "Honey, where's the ...." I wonder where he has lived for the past 20 years and why he doesn't know where everything is.

For writers, silence is truely golden.