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I lost my father on December 14. I’m not really ready to write about it yet–suffice for now to say that I was devoted to him, and even though he was 91, I wanted more time with him. He bought me my first computer back in the early 1990s when I begged him, “It will help me finish my Book.” You know, the Book, the Great American Novel every writer wants to write. Dad said, “You’ll never finish writing a whole book.” How well he knew me–he set me a challenge, and now I am on my 41st novel.

What follows is the obituary I wrote, with information gleaned from his own memoirs. We sent it to the Washington Post, who, perhaps not unexpectedly, ran a greatly edited version. My family likes this one better…so here it is.

I love you, Dad.

James R. Golden survived jumping out of a burning P-51 Mustang on
D-Day, eleven months of life as a German WWII POW, a brutal march of
over 34 miles a day in Germany’s worst blizzard in 25 years, and an
emergency appendectomy in a makeshift “hospital” during the war.
After so many brushes with death in so short a time, Fate gave him a
pass for nearly seven decades, during which time he continued to make
significant contributions to country, friends and family. Golden died
on Wednesday, December 14, at the Virginia Hospital Center from
complications of cancer at the age of 91.

Born in Leesburg, Florida, on September 7, 1920, Golden was a graduate
of Stetson University in DeLand, Florida, in 1942–which he attended
on an usual combination of two scholarships, Glee Club and football.
The war hastened a courtship with fellow Leesburg resident Elizabeth
Colson, a beauty queen and Cypress Gardens model (later to do
professional modeling with D.C. fixture and upscale specialty store
Julius Garfinckel & Co. when Golden’s career took him to the area.)
They were married on October 3, 1943, and Golden left for Bottisham,
England on December 16.

While serving with the 8th Air Force and the 361st Fighter Group,
Golden flew both P-47 Thunderbolts, known as “the Jug” to the pilots
who loved them, and P-51 Mustangs. The fighter planes were known as
“Little Friends,” and their pilots were dearly loved by the crews of
the “Big Friends”, the bombers such as the B-17 and the B-25, that
they escorted and protected. Golden’s most satisfying mission
occurred on April 13, 1944. Golden and another pilot escorted a
crippled B-17 returning from France, driving away six German FW-190s.
When the bomber pilots were forced to ditch the plane in the English
channel, Golden signaled Maydays to the air-sea rescue units and
helped guide them to the floating B-17. The grateful crew was given
the opportunity to meet the pilots of their “Little Friends” who had
saved their lives. Twenty-five years later, the survivors of that
mission invited Golden to attend their own reunion.

His 48th mission is recorded by author Danny Morris in the book Aces
and Wingmen II, vol. I, p. 24: “6th June 1944: The day finally
arrives and the 8th flies 1,873 sorties. James R. Golden of the 361st
Fighter Group is the last Allied fighter pilot to be lost on the day
when an oil line in his Mustang B7-A, 43-6977 breaks and he is forced
to step over the side. The following day he is betrayed and taken
prisoner by German troops.”

In his own words from his memoirs, Golden describes the jump from the
plane and his final and 48th mission: “I glanced over my left shoulder
and saw the chute pack blowing out behind me. I had not yet realized
that somehow my leg straps were unbuckled, which left the chute pack
flapping in the breeze and took the ripcord ring out of my reach.
After I was able to stop my violent tumbling I reached back with my
left hand and pushed the pack down until I could reach the ripcord
with my right hand. When I pulled it the chute blossomed–but without
the leg straps to hold me in the chute the harness was jerked
completely over my head and I was left hanging precariously by hands
and arms.” The violence of that incident would have repercussions 65
years later, when damage to his spine and and pelvis would render him
unable to walk without assistance.

Golden landed in a small town near Dieppe, France. He was taken in
and hidden by a sympathetic French family, but his whereabouts were
revealed to the Germans, who came for him the following day. Golden
was taken to the infamous Stalag Luft III in Sagan, Germany, where,
less than two months earlier, 50 POWs were executed after attempting
to escape. The incident became known as “The Great Escape,” and when
Golden arrived at the camp, he saw large posters proclaiming “The
escape from prison camp is no longer a sport!”

Golden remained there until the night of January 27, 1945. From the
27th to the 29th, the south compound of Stalag Luft III was
marched–during one of the worst blizzards on record–to Spremberg,
then were loaded into boxcars to Moosburg. While there, he underwent
an emergency appendectomy and was in what served as a hospital
recovering when liberation came on April 29, 1945, when General George
Patton’s Third Army troops and tanks moved in. For his service,
Golden was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross, the Air Medal with
three Oak Leaf Clusters and the Prisoner of War Medal.

Upon returning home, Golden attended the University of Florida School
of Law in Gainesville, graduating in 1947. He and wife Elizabeth
moved to Washington, DC, in 1949, where he served two years as the
aide to Congressmen Syd Herlong, two years as Legislative Attorney in
the Office of the Secretary of the Air Force, and seven years as
Legislative Assistant and Administrative Assistant to United States
Senator from Florida, Spessard L. Holland. In 1958, Golden worked
closely with Holland on obtaining statehood with Alaska.

Following his government service he joined the Ford Motor Company and
retired after twenty-two years in service in Civic and Governmental
Affairs in the southeastern United States and Director of
International Governmental Affairs in Washington, D.C. and Ford’s
world headquarters in Dearborn, Michigan. In 1978, after relocating to
Arlington, Virginia in 1972, Golden traveled with Henry Ford II to
China, where he was a guest of Communist Chairman Deng Xiaoping.

Golden was active in many organizations in Washington. He was the
second president of the Florida State Society, and served as vice
chairman of the board of the Meridian House International. He served
as president of both the Stetson and the University of Florida Alumni
Clubs. He chaired the International Trade Committee of the American
Motor Vehicle Association and the Industry Sector Advisory Committee
for transportation to the Department of Commerce during GATT
negotiations.

After retirement from Ford Motor Company in 1982, Golden served as
senior vice president of the International Management and Development
Institute in Washington, and was president of the P-47 thunderbolt
Pilots Association, Ltd., based at The Wings Club in New York City.
He was a long-time member of the choir of The Church of the Covenant
in Arlington, and the Washington Golf and Country Club.

Mr. Golden is survived by his wife of 68 years, Elizabeth Colson
Golden, and three children: artist/photographer Elizabeth Golden of
Asheville, N.C.; entrepreneur and business owner James R. Golden, Jr.,
Arlington, VA.; and New York Times bestselling author Christie Golden,
Denver, CO.

Okay, I am late.  Like, White Rabbit late in posting this.  I’ve been extraordinarily busy and while I’ve remembered to talk about all this on my Facebook and got my website updated, I still need to post here!

So I’m posting. :)

First, I am thrilled to announce (or remind people) that my next novel, The Shattering: Prelude to Cataclysm will be out on October 19!  The new patch already has some tidbits from the book, and up until the release of Cataclysm on December 7 there will be more and more from the book appearing in game.  Get it now and get the scoop!  I’m very excited, as I worked closely with Blizzard on the timing and the integration of book and game.  I think it’s going to be a real treat for readers–and the artwork in it is spectacular!    If you can, preorder or purchase your book next week–let’s see if we can get this puppy on the NYT Bestseller’s list to keep Arthas company.

Second, I have two sets of signings next week.  If you live in San Diego (or feel like traveling there!) my fellow author Richard Knaak and I will be signing books at Mysterious Galaxy, 7051 Clairemont Mesa Boulevard, Suite 302 San Diego CA, 92111. Phone number there is 858-.268-4747. The signing begins at 7:00 and runs until 8:00.

For those of you lucky enough to get tickets to Blizzcon, held October 22-23 at the Anaheim Convention Center, I will be there this year again signing books with Richard.

Friday & Saturday
12:00 PM – 1:00 PM
4:30 PM – 5:30 PM

I had such a wonderful time last year meeting everyone.  I look forward to seeing many of you there!

 

 

 

I’m very excited to announce that starting right now, I will be available to critique your writing!

Over the years, I have done a lot of professional editing work as well as writing both fiction and non-fiction. I worked as an Associate Editor for two professionally published and widely distributed magazines and also was an instructor for Writer’s Digest School. I am an award-winning playwright as well. I have also taught writing classes at the Pike’s Peak Writer’s Conference and recently at Star Wars Celebration V. For a short time, I’m putting on my editor’s hat again.

I will look at the following submissions:

*Full-length novels, novellas, and short stories
*Full-length and article-length non-fiction work
*Outlines of any length
*Proposals and cover letters
*Movie and television scripts
*Manga scripts
*Ghostwriting projects
*Any other projects on an individual basis

My rate is $50/hour. For that you will receive:

*A thorough and attentive reading of your work
*Comments and a detailed critique, covering everything from catching typos to discussing the theme and voice of your work
*Recommendations for your next step

Regarding Hourly Rate versus Page Rate: As our friends the goblins say, “Time is money, friend!”

After discussing this with other professional authors who also do editing, I have decided on an hourly rate rather than a page rate. Some of you will need very little work done on your submissions, and so I would be overcharging you if I charged by the page. Others will need a bit more help and guidance, and I would be undercharging myself.

If you’re interested, either send me an email at goldenediting@yahoo.com or submit your project to:

Christie Golden
P.O. Box 1691
Loveland, CO, 80539

PLEASE INCLUDE A SELF-ADDRESSED, STAMPED ENVELOPE IF YOU WISH YOUR WORK RETURNED! I am old-fashioned and like to scribble on the manuscript itself. Obviously, shorter submissions, such as a query letter you intend to submit, can be handled via email. But for anything 5 pages or longer, please send along a SASE.

If you have any questions at all, feel free to shoot me an email.

I had a lot of people who gave me help and advice when I was starting out. I’d like to “pay forward.” I look forward to working with you!

Some of you read and very kindly responded to my first blog about Indigo, my cat who was dying of kidney failure. We thought we were looking at losing her very, very soon.

Fate took pity on us, and we had the joy of her company for almost three more months.

When we took her into the vet’s shortly after I posted, she was given a double subcutaneous drip…and rallied. She came home better than she had been in some time, with more energy, more appetite, and all that love. We began to drip her twice each day, and she did well for many more weeks.

But it couldn’t last.

In early July, she began to decline again. It turned out she had high blood pressure, and needed medications for that. We had to double her other medications, so now she received oral meds, which she despised, twice a day. She began to sleep more, interact less, and, most heartbreaking of all, started to slink away when she saw us coming, thinking we would either stick a needle into her or force things down her throat.

We moved the litterbox upstairs and she had fewer accidents, but this tended to isolate her from the rest of the day to day interaction. She began to slow down even more as the days passed, and my partner Kirby, who had to leave for ten days in July, was worried she might not make it until he got home.

We needn’t have worried. Our little Buddha kitty, all about love, waited for him. And the day after he got home, we met with an in-home euthanasia vet from a place called Home to Heaven.

It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Many of my Facebook and real life friends supported me in making this decision, and I must say, though it ripped my heart out, it was a beautiful and sweet passing. Kirby and my ex-husband Michael were there, and Indigo seemed to know what was going on, for she settled right down without any protest, struggle or fight. She was petted and loved while I read the Rainbow Bridge poem and a story about the Buddha and a woman who came to realize that no one in the world was untouched by death or sorrow. And then, very tenderly and with no pain or trauma, Indigo the Buddha kitty slipped from this life with loving hands stroking her.

Did we all cry? Oh yeah. Then and later. But it felt right in a way that three months ago, it didn’t. I missed her terribly at first; still do. It seems odd not to have only D’Artagnan, and we find ourselves saying “The cats” and not “the cat.” I keep thinking that I’ll see her in her usual spot, and hold that little paw to be rewarded with purring that could be heard in the next county.

I tend to second guess myself. But every time I would look back on this choice, I found only peace and rightness. I know that every minute of her life, she was loved and cared for, right up until the final one. May we all have such a gentle passing.

Interestingly enough, the last two months seem as if the Reaper has been working overtime. Two other friends lost their beloved pets. I’ve lost an internet friend–someone I cared about but never had the chance to meet. Another friend lost a parent and grandparent in the same week. Friends of friends have lost parents and children. I really don’t know how to react or what comfort to offer.

I am, oddly, not depressed, although I feel a bit beaten up by so much of this coming so fast. It makes me realize that life is fleeting, and one should seize joy when it comes. Tell those you love, that you love them. Now. Tomorrow you might not have the chance.

I leave you all with the quote from The Art of Happiness, by the Dalai Lama, that brought me comfort.
“In the time of the Buddha, a woman named Kisagotami suffered the death of her only child. Unable to accept it, she ran from person to person, seeking a medicine to restore her child to life. The Buddha was said to have such a medicine.

Kisagotami went to the Buddha, paid homage, and asked, “Can you make a medicine that will restore my child?”

“I know of such a medicine”, the Buddha replied. “But in order to make it, I must have certain ingredients.”

Relieved, the woman asked, “What ingredients do you require?”

“Bring me a handful of mustard seed”, said the Buddha.

The woman promised to procure it for him, but as she was leaving, he added, “I require the mustard seed be taken from a household where no child, spouse, parent, or servant has died”.

The woman agreed and began going from house to house in search of the mustard seed. At each house the people agreed to give her the seed, but when she asked them if anyone had died in that household, she could find no home where death had not visited –in one house a daughter, in another a servant, in others a husband or parent had died. Kisagotami was not able to find a home free from the suffering of death.

Seeing she was not alone in her grief, the mother let go of her child’s lifeless body and returned to the Buddha, who said with great compassion, “You thought that you alone had lost a son, the law of death is that among all living creatures there is no permanence”.

I am thrilled to announce that ALLIES will debut on the NYT Bestseller List on June 13 at #8. Hm..Father’s Day…and ARTHAS hit last year on Mother’s Day. I’d love to say I had any control over that, but it’s just happy coincidence.

I am also going to be doing a book signing this coming Saturday, June 12, at the Barnes & Noble in Loveland, CO, at the Centerra shopping center! It starts at 2:00. A lot of good folks from the 501st will be present with their amazing costumes, so come on by! Get a book and have your picture taken with a Storm Trooper holding it! How often do you get the chance to do that?

Hope to see some of you there!

It really does seem like just yesterday I got the call from my agent about doing three books in a nine-book Star Wars saga. Wow, was I excited…and I still am! Just reminding everyone that we are at the halfway point now in Fate of the Jedi! My novel ALLIES comes out in bookstores tomorrow, and I’m looking forward to hearing what you, my readers, have to say about it. It’s a nice big book, with lots of plot threads and huge twists.

May the Force be with you all, and thank you for your support so far.

I’ve been able to duck this most of my life–having to deal with the passage of a pet.

With the exception of gerbils when I was young (and Mom and Dad handled most of that) I’ve either not been around when it’s been time for an aging pet to go (my childhood dog–I was at school when my parents decided it was time to put him down) or have given my pets away many years prior to their passing. But now, it’s time to face up to the responsibility.

My cat Indigo, whom I have called an incarnation of the Buddha for her almost impossibly sweet nature and (until recently) very large size, is in full kidney failure.

We knew this was coming. I’d been having to wrestle “minty flavored” milk-of-magnesia into her for her phosphates, shove a quarter of a pill of potassium down her throat, and with the help of my partner Kirby give her a subcutaneous drip every day for over a year now. We had a few bumps, but as recently as a couple of weeks ago, her numbers were doing pretty good. But yesterday, she was really “off,” and today at the vets, we heard the worst.

My ex-husband (and still good friend I hasten to add) Michael and I first met Indigo almost nineteen years ago. We had, foolishly, stopped into a pet store to look at the cute kittens. We had three cats at the time in a small space, so adding a new member to the family was the last thing on our minds.

It was, apparently, the first thing on Indigo’s.

When we went over to the cage to peer at the pile of kittens there, one small furry black ball detached herself from the others, scampered to the edge of the cage, pressed herself against the bars and reached out with one tiny paw. We were lost.

We went outside to discuss the absurdity we were about to commit. We didn’t need another cat. But–as I pointed out–”We have the cat infrastructure in place. One more wouldn’t be that hard.”

We went back in to discover–a big ball of black kittens.  Which was the one we had wanted?  How would we know–

A tiny black ball detached itself from the mass, pressed itself against the bars, and waved a little paw at us.

For the next eighteen years, we had joy with this little fuzzyface. Her penchant for “holding hands” never went away. Even toward the end of her life, she would reach out with a paw to catch your hand and bring it to her face for petting.

She is very thin now, and has stopped eating, but once, she was pudgy. Obese in fact. We had two cats, her and D’artagnan, and D’artagnan was a sleek little thing. It’s hard to put one cat on a diet when they’re both used to eating together. So we rigged up a box that had a hole cut into it that only D’Artagnan could get through, and put the higher-calorie food in there.

Can you say “Winnie the Pooh and the Jar of Honey?” Yep–shortly afterwards we heard plaintive meows and found Indigo stuck halfway inside. I’m afraid we laughed. Hard.

Her incredible gentleness and seeming love of all creation (well, except for our dog Luna, but they eventually did start sleeping close together) was challenged only once.  Right before we knew she had kidney problems, I came downstairs one morning to find blood spatters.  Poor D’Artagnan had gotten his face pretty badly bitten.  Now–it must be said that for YEARS D’Artagnan picked mercilessly on Indigo.  Our theory is that she was feeling pretty awful and, like the Bill Cosby mom in his standup routines,  Indigo finally said “I. Have. Had. Enough. Of. This.”"  To the best of our knowledge, he stopped picking on her after that.

Last night, she had eaten nothing all day.  I had put some treats down beside her, which had gone ignored for hours, and spent a lot of time just petting her while she purred.  I told her how much we loved her, and how we hoped she’d hang on for a while.  She looked up at me for a moment, then got unsteadily to her feet and ate two treats.  I am certain she was just trying to make me feel better.

Michael is out of town right now and unreachable.  We’re going to try to keep her around until he gets back, but we’re not sure.  She may have other plans, or it may simply become too uncomfortable for her for us to wait.   Kirby is right here with me as the hours tick past.

Hard as it is to say goodbye, the pure sweetness of this little love was worth it.  We were blessed with her for eighteen years.  I’m hoping she has another few lives left in her, and we’ll see her again in one of them.  But she was so good, she might just go right on to Nirvana, or Heaven, or wherever the really good souls go.

I hope she puts in a good word for those who loved her.  I’m sure it would count for a lot.

Wow, I have been neglectful. I blame Facebook, which is where I go to natter about the inanities of my daily life. But I figured I’d stick my head back in here, and will try to be better about posting. Key word boys and girls? “Try.”

Many, many, MANY of you have written me inquiring about the status of The Final Dance series. It is both heartening and heartbreaking to hear so many readers wanting the rest of it. Here’s what the deal is.

1. The series did not stop in the middle because I got bored! I would love to continue the series, I know what is going to happen, and I haven’t stopped looking for options to get it out there to readers.

2. It is NOT a trilogy. Luna Books decided to call it that, I have repeatedly spoken out online to caution readers that, no, if you get UNDER SEA’S SHADOW, you will not get the series wrapped up for you. You will get what several of those who have read it called the “favorite” book in the series, but while, as with ON FIRE’S WINGS and UNDER SEA’S SHADOW, the story begun in the book is wrapped up in the book, the overarching story of the Dancers continues.

3. Luna will not be publishing any more of the series, nor do they have plans to publish UNDER SEA’S SHADOW as anything but an e-book, but currently they do own the rights. I am attempted to get them returned to me.

4. I cannot simply write the series and post it on my website just for fun. My work is my job (a fun one, but a job nonetheless!). It keeps a roof over my head, food on the table, and my sweetheart in insulin. Books take time, at least three-four months to write, and I need to spend those months working on projects that will pay. However….

5. Once rights revert to me, my agent and I will be looking at other houses to continue the series and perhaps republish the first three books. This is a tricky situation–most houses do not wish to take on projects that other publishers have opted not to continue. One way or another, I do intend to finish the project someday. It will likely not be anytime soon, unfortunately. :(

In the meantime, I am very happy working with Blizzard and Pocket, and Lucasfilms and Del Rey. I’m booked (Ha! Pun!) through next year so far. I hope you are all enjoying my other endeavors.

Again, thank you so, so much for for supporting my original fiction, even -years- now after the last book was published. Keep the flame burning–and trust me I WILL tell you, shouting from the rooftops, when the next book is coming out!

Okay, this is going to be a shorter post than I wanted because the internet ate my first post and I have to redo it. ><

Sooo, I’m off to Blizzcon on Thursday. The convention runs Friday-Saturday, and I hope to see many of you there. I have signings scheduled every day, and while each signing has a focus (ARTHAS, DARK TEMPLAR series) do feel free to bring any books from home you want autographed. I’m always happy to oblige my readers!

Also…FREE BOOKS. That’s right, there will be raffle drawings and you can go home with free books, including perhaps a copy of the gorgeous Collector’s Edition of ARTHAS!

So here’s my schedule.  All signings will be held at the Pocket Books booth.

All day – Raffle sign-up (free copy of STARCRAFT: DARK TEMPLAR, BOOK 1: FIRSTBORN to everyone who enters)

12 PM – ARTHAS (20 free copies given out 1/2 hour before)

4 PM – TWILIGHT (20 free copies given out 1/2 hour before)

SATURDAY:

All day until 4 PM – Raffle sign-up (free copy of STARCRAFT: DARK TEMPLAR, BOOK 1: FIRSTBORN to everyone who enters)

12 PM – ARTHAS (20 free copies given out 1/2 hour before)

4 PM – Raffle drawing for ARTHAS Collectible Edition (40 copies). Winners can have leather box/book cover signed in metallic paint pen

Gee I hope no really cool panels are scheduled opposite those signings!

Hope to see people there!

Well I have finished the first draft of my new WoW novel! Still need to polish it and send it off, but it’s mostly done. Yay! Now I can get ready for Comicon!

Wow are they keeping me hopping! Here’s where I’ll be:

Thursday: Just arriving, but I’ll be popping in to the DC Booth between 2-3 to say hello to Chris Metzen and Micky Neilson, who will be signing there!

FRIDAY:

9:00-11:00 Taping for Random House Audio (not sure if this is open to the public)

11:30-2:00 Lunch with the Tokyopop folks

2:00-3:00 Panel, “Fate of the Jedi,” room 7AB

3:30-4:30 Fate of the Jedi signing at the Del Rey table in the Star Wars pavillion with me, Aaron Allston, and Troy Denning

5:00-6:00 Signing of “Arthas” at Mysterious Galaxy, Booth 1119

Random House party later that evening

SATURDAY:

3:00-4:00 “Fate of the Jedi” signing (in case you missed it Friday!) with me, Aaron and Troy

4:00-4:30 Interview

4:31 Collapse :D

Seriously, while I will be working hard, this is going to be a great time I am certain of it. Introduce yourself if you see me there!

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