Showing posts with label blind characters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blind characters. Show all posts

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Creating Blind or Visually-impaired Characters


LAURIE ALICE EAKES

Now she has nearly two dozen books in print. The hero of her early work, When the Snow Flies, is an authentic blind character. Laurie Alice Eakes is a best-selling, award-winning blind author. 

Creating Blind or Visually-impaired Characters
This is the merest of outlines, as the topic is endless. I hope it whets your appetite to delve into further research and get more specific. 

If you are attending the Romance Writers of America conference in July, you will have two opportunities for more information in a panel discussion and a two-hour workshop.

THE HONORABLE HEIR
Someone recently said to me: “How can you show and not tell if you can’t see?”

It’s a fair question. How can you?

By being so deep into the head of the person who can’t see that you use all the senses they use to function in the world. In short, heighten the use of smell, touch, taste, and sound.

To help you get deep inside the head of the person who can’t see, let me give you some background, terminology, a rundown of technology, social attitudes, and internal attitudes.

I also want to make a note here that someone who has been blind all their life functions differently than someone who is newly blinded. Some conditions are progressive, so the person has time to adjust. Although this isn’t easy, it’s far easier than say a head injury that robs them of sight and waking up unable to see.

Some people get on with their lives, learning to function without sight, and others go into deep depressions. A survey in the 1990s exposed that people fear going blind more than getting cancer. I had a man once say to me he would rather have both arms cut off than go blind. He thought he could function better without his hands than without his eyes.

Let me begin the detail work here with the difference between blindness and visual impairment. These are not medical definitions; these are everyday practical ones.

Blindness is the inability to see. That does not mean the person sees darkness or blackness; the person may see some shadows or light or even flashes of color; however, their ability to have usable sight does not exist.

Visual impairment is where the person’s sight is less than 2200 corrected with lenses. 2200 is legally blind. Uncorrectable places the person in the disability category. They have varying degrees of usable sight from being able to read large print, to the mere ability to make out objects very close up. Correctable is a key word here. If glasses or contacts can give the person better than 2200 vision, then they do not categorize as disabled.

Historically, persons with blindness or visual impairments, especially blindness, have been treated pretty badly, including keeping blind people locked away as though they were mentally ill or a danger to society. I saw a little of this when I worked in the disability field 25 years ago.

So imagine how matters were earlier in history. Wealthy persons, such as Helen Keller, were given an education, and, of course, Mary Engles attended school. They were, however, the exception not the rule. Things were changing in the latter half of the nineteenth century, but before then, people were kept at home and taught very little. They rarely had a chance to develop social skills or go into society, marry, and have children and homes of their own.

Although matters have changed over the past 150 years, blind and visually impaired persons still have a long way to go to be accepted as equals in society. Education has improved. We are no longer shunted off to special schools. In fact, many schools for the blind have closed. Blind people attend college and higher education and are doctors, lawyers, social workers, and a host of other professions. One path that is pretty limited is in teaching. Most schools do not want blind teachers due to liability reasons. Blind professors are not uncommon, though.

Yet we have some uncomfortable things to say about society’s acceptance of blind persons. I mostly refer to here in the U.S. My experiences in other countries have been quite different. The French, for example, are much more sanguine about it.

Sadly, a portion of our society still does not accept blind people as being as intelligent or capable as others, as though sight equals intelligence. People still talk loudly to blind people, as though sight equals ability to hear. People will talk to a blind person’s sighted companion rather than the individual. They will also completely ignore them.

35% of employers have admitted that they discriminate against blind applicants. Persons are denied housing, admission to cruise ships and fitness centers, for example, solely based on their blindness. People presume blind people cannot afford more than the cheapest items because they surely cannot work and therefore live off the government. Employment amongst blind persons is shockingly low, and most of those are under-employed. http://www.disabilitystatistics.org is put out by Cornell University.

In contrast, some people find blind people “amazing” and “inspirational” just for being independent. Needless to say, these attitudes all impact the blind person’s daily life. Sometimes, they have to fight just for the right to have a place to live, or fit into a group, or not be overlooked as needing love.

LAURIE ALICE AND HER
RETIRED GUIDE DOG, NICK
On the positive side, 
matters improve constantly. Technology has made life considerably easier, making independence easier, which makes fitting into society as a whole easier. First came the cane, which gave some mobility, then guide dogs ("seeing Eye" is a brand name), which made life even easier.


I don’t have time to go into the work of a guide dog, their rights, etc. so check out the school web sites, which have loads of materials. Please do not make assumptions about guide dogs. I see more errors about these in books than anything else.

Braille was invented in the nineteenth century, but it is cumbersome and slow to produce. The 1958 World Book Encyclopedia is 145 volumes, and each volume is 12x12x4 inches. Sadly, most blind people are no longer taught Braille. (To braille , by the way, is the process of producing Braille, not the process of touching it to read. One would not “braille” a table to see what’s on it.)

Many devices have been invented such as the opticon and the Versabrailler, but nothing compares to the speech synthesizer and screen reader software.

When I refer to screen reader software, I do not mean the person dictates. One still has to type. The software simply reads back what is on the screen. The most common program is JAWS produced by Freedom Scientific.
http://www.freedomscientific.com 

Every Apple product has Voiceover. Your IPhone has Voiceover. So does your MacBook. God bless Apple.
https://www.apple.com/accessibility/mac/vision/ 

Kurzweil makes scanner software that scans and then reads what is scanned. They also have software to help persons with other reading disabilities like dyslexia.
http://www.kurzweiledu.com

Books are recorded and digitized for download by the National Library Service for the Blind and Physically Handicapped, and now Audible.com and other companies have made even more books available, where once finding enough books to read for a book lover was frustrating at best.

Home devices are also pretty awesome. You can spend less than $10.00 for a gizmo that tells you when the liquid you are pouring into a cup has reached just below the rim. Talking thermometers and scales exist. Check out places like Independent Living Aids to see what’s out there.
http://www.independentliving.com 

2016 RITA FINALIST
INSPIRATIONAL
Many devices and apps exist for assisting those with visual impairments as well. Zoomtext and Magic enlarge the type on a screen and create a white on black contrast, which is easier to read.

These devices are not perfect. Screen reader software doesn’t work with every app and only partially in many, especially web sites with lots of Web 2.0 and Flash. Still, the advent of such software allowed me to become a writer.

Soon, a Braille display for the computer that is affordable will be released. Now they cost thousands of dollars for only a few Braille cells because it is all hand wired. It’s called refreshable Braille. The dots raise and lower to make up changing letters as the screen scrolls.

Especially in a crowd, a blind person may not realize they are the person being addressed. Using a name, or a light touch on the shoulder to get their attention works, though be careful with the touch. Some people hate their space being invaded. As a blind person, however, touch is all important. Eye contact is usually impossible, but it is no reason to ignore the person because you might be uncomfortable in how to get their attention.

Nowadays, email, texting, and instant phone calls are no different than for anyone else. IPhones are especially good for blind people, but one can also use other phone systems with extra purchased software.

I have used the word blind here quite freely. That has offended people. I have had sighted people tell me I shouldn’t use it. Seriously? Yet people want a euphemism. The problem is, the more one looks for a euphemism for a medical condition, the more that person proves how uncomfortable they are with the condition.

Some PC terms I have encountered: Without sight. Without vision, visually challenged, having visual characteristics. That last one had me confused during a workshop once. I had no idea the lecturer was talking about me. It demonstrates how ridiculous PC terms can get. Without vision rather offends me. Just because I can’t see doesn’t mean I don’t have vision. I would hope your character will have lots of vision even if he or she can’t see.


If you want more details, please feel free to contact me through the web form on my web site http://www.lauriealiceeakes.com

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Audrey Sinclair Vanderleyden sets her heart on fulfilling a promise to her deceased husband to continue practicing medicine, despite opposition from their families. But the old physician from whom they bought a practice stands in her way and refuses to honor the contract. Audrey must either give up medicine and return to her family, or marry a near stranger. 

A gunshot wound robs Nathan Maxwell of the ability to continue practicing medicine. He must find another purpose in his life. Marriage isn't an option; only a desperate woman would want a blind man for a husband. Audrey is desperate, but marriage to Nathan isn't the salvation of her medical career she thought it would be. For Nathan, the union challenges loyalties and exposes what he's lost.

"A strong-willed woman used to fighting a society that doesn't accept her career choice goes toe to toe with an equally determined man who would give anything to have a second chance at the job she covets in Eakes' sweet, richly emotional historical romance." --Booklist

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

My Most Romantic Character by Sarah Raplee

Hi, I'm Sarah Raplee, author of Paranormal and Steampunk Romance.

I’ve written two romance novels (one published) and a number of romantic short stories. Our suggested theme for Februaruy 2017 is “My most romantic…” We get to finish the sentence.

I decided to write about my most romantic character, out of the dozens of characters I’ve written in my stories. It was a hard decision to make. But after sorting through the crowd, I have to admit that one character is a hopeless romantic.

Her name is Melisenda Sepulveda. She’s the heroine of my debut book, BLINDSIGHT (Psychic Agents Book 1), available at all major e-book stores. The print book will be available the end of March.

In case you are wondering about her looks on the cover, Meli's father was a Chilean immigrant  with a red-haired Spanish grandmother. He married a red-headed Idaho cowgirl. The result was red-haired, green-eyed Meli.

Here is the setup for this excerpt, which shows what a romantic Meli is:

Melisenda, or Meli for short, is a spirited blind wedding singer who longs for a family. All she has left is her elderly Guide Dog, Freddy. Meli has a wild psychic Talent that prevents her from being able to touch people skin-to-skin and makes every man she kisses pass out…but she doesn’t give up. And when she kisses undercover psychic FBI agent Hector, he is stunned for a bit, but he doesn’t pass out. 

Courtesy of the FBI
Suffice it to say they end up on the run from the drug lord’s minions and begin to fall in love. But when they stumble onto a Cartel concentration camp for psychics hidden in the wilderness, Meli soon learns from one of the children that a Foreseer has seen her death coming the next day. Then they discover the family Hector believes died years ago is alive inside the camp.

The prisoners’ leader, Nate, broke the news to them in a private meeting in the building where they are hiding from the guards. He brought coffee. Hector and Meli are still processing the shocking revelation. 

Excerpt
Meli’s throat ached. She hadn’t known how Hector took his coffee. Lori must have told Nate. After all, the woman had lived with Hector, had been engaged to him, had given birth to his baby. Whereas Meli had only known him for two days.

She’s Thanksgiving Dinner and I’m trail mix.

Not that it mattered. Lori and R.D. were Hector’s family. No way was Meli a home-wrecker. She couldn’t stand between a child and his father. Not after losing her own parents.

A spoon clinked on stoneware. Nate stirring her coffee? “Hand this to Meli, please,” he said.

Hector guided her fingers to the handle of a mug as if he’d done it a thousand times before. She blinked back more tears. He watched out for her, stood by her, accepted and respected her. How could she give him up?

Heat seeped through the ceramic mug into her hands. I am strong. She took a sip of the hot, creamy liquid. If I have to, I can do anything.

She loved Hector, heart and soul. But she and Freddy were doing just fine before the drug lord’s wedding. Before Hector. Well, maybe not exactly fine, but they managed. She could give Hector up, if that’s what she had to do to make him happy.

Remembering the four achingly lonely years since her uncle’s death, she discovered a lump the size of Mount Saint Helens lodged in her throat. During the last couple of days, terrible as they’d been in so many ways, Hector had filled a gaping hole in her heart. They’d become friends. Partners. Lovers.

Nate’s gravelly rumble broke the silence. Meli forced herself to drink her coffee and focus on his words.

“First, you need to understand that one of us, Zinnia Washington, is a foreseer. She gets glimpses of the most likely future. Our lives are not entirely predestined, you understand. We have free will. Think of life as a river flowing within high banks. Diverting or even blocking the flow is possible, but those things take a lot of energy and effort to accomplish. A group of people working together over months or even years might change the river’s course.”

A floorboard creaked beside her. “What does this have to do with us?” Hector said.

“When Zinnia and her father arrived a few months after me, she foresaw our most likely future. There would be no escape for us. For nearly six years we’ve worked to alter that future. We’ve accomplished a hundred little changes in preparation for an escape attempt, altered our plans over and over in hopes our efforts would add up to a big change in our future. After a couple of years, Hector showed up in one of Zinnia’s visions, but still no one escaped. Other than Hector’s appearance, only the details of our future changed. Despite all our efforts, the end result was always the same. We failed. We died. Hector died.”

Meli turned cold. She couldn’t let Hector die. Somehow, she had to protect him.

Nate continued. “The night of Mendoza’s wedding, something finally shifted. That night, Zinnia got a flash, a brief glimpse, of Lori and R.D. and Hector somewhere in the future. From Zinnia’s description of the room and the older Hispanic woman who held R.D. on her lap, Lori recognized Hector’s mother. R.D. blew out four candles on a birthday cake. He turns four in a few months. The three of them will make it out alive.”

Meli’s heart lightened. At least Hector and his son would escape—and Lori.

Hector’s warm, familiar hand enfolded hers. “What about Meli? The rest?”

“I’m sorry. We don’t know. Zinnia believes the fact that the glimpse of the future she got was so brief indicates things are still in flux. She’s seen nothing specific to indicate the rest don’t make it. If we work together, I believe all of us will escape.”

Hector was no doubt sure he could dowse a way out for them. But Meli knew the truth. Nate didn’t believe the rest of them would survive. Little Jake had told her so right after they’d arrived at the camp.

An unexpected calm settled over her like a warm, heavy blanket. She and Freddy were the key, the new elements in the equation. She had to figure out what they must do to save Hector and his family. This was her destiny. Protecting them would give her life—and her death—meaning.

Nate cleared his throat. “Will and Zinnia monitored Mendoza’s wedding and reception as part of the security detail. Will is Zinnia’s father, and a farseer. Their job was to watch for an attack from outside the camp. When Zinnia secretly told her father the probable future had shifted, he immediately scanned Mendoza’s compound and the surrounding forest. He spotted you in the gazebo, kissing Meli. He’s followed you as much as possible ever since.”

Meli’s lips curved into a small smile. Their kiss had changed the probable future.


I hope you enjoyed meeting my hopelessly romantic, heroic wedding singer. Are hopeless romantics naïve? Crazy? Or are they onto something worth dying for? ~~Sarah Raplee