For some time now — actually forever. I thought the ideas rolling around in my head were of interest to me only. I have had this story I thought should be written but not by me. The person who needed to be written about is my mother. She grew up in a very unusual time. She experienced the Depression, WWII, lived on a farm, and was very much “alive.”
I thought, and told her so, she should write the book. she loved to talk, she told me her stories and as she got older she repeated them over and over, my mind is filled with those stories almost verbatim.
She could be the nurse in the VJ Day embrace, she saw the medical field grow in an exciting time, women were still dying in childbirth at the beginning of her nurses training and by the end of her life, hearts were being successfully transplanted.
The young girl in my story started taking on the characteristics of a strong woman with a dynamic personality. She proved to be the vehicle.
Part four takes on a little diversion into her life and I was so excited to take some of the stories and turn them into another time and place.
I spent a great weekend with Catherine and her family. She is such a wonderful sister to go through the first half of the book helping me proofread. It took quite a few hours but we did laugh, eat and drink. Now that the first two parts are done I think I will send out another query letter since I never heard a word from the first one. I can see fault with my letter and have made some changes. The next agent is asking for the first few pages, whereas the last agent wanted ten pages which I sent a ten page chapter randomly. Not sure if that was a good idea either. I’ll need a synopsis, a bio and the query letter. I would also like to attend a conference which I am looking into. I am also planning a trip to do research, not sure if that will get done or not.
Currently I am re-reading Part Three from the ending to the beginning to focus on syntax then I will read it one more time before printing it out and going to Catherine’s for coffee. Then I will do the same for Part Four. The book is finished with maybe a tweak here or there but the process is just beginning.
I am getting ready for one of those weends I spoke about in my last post. My sister, Catherine, and I are getting together to “fine tooth comb” Part One of my epic novel. I am preparing for another query letter and attempt to have someone take a look at my “10 page sample” no matter how many times I go through my files I still find corrections to make. I recently read a book where the author was writing about an author who typed pages and printed them out directly for submission to her agent. I doubt I will ever have such command of the English Language that I can go from brain to paper with no errors. I write frantically (so far) no concern to names or details, I usually clean that up in my first read over, I have a system where I read through four times then print it to paper and still have glaring errors, I realize a writer can be highly critical of their own work, I find it necessary to put it aside for a week or so then go back. “Did I write that?” I find myself saying sometime (pretty clever).
I have Part One and Part Two of my story ready to travel with me and I hope to have some concrete finality to the first half of my story.
Blogging doesn’t come easy … I am usually a private person of few words. In fact in college I could never complete one “blue book” while other students went back up to the professor for a second and third.
I do have something to say however, so I will challenge myself and keep writing. It’s like a golf swing, if you keep at it long enough it becomes second nature — like breathing.
In January I started a project. It was just something to do to get quality time with my sister. I thought writing a novel by posting paragraphs back and forth further embellishing the story, so as to inspire a more creative exchange – might be fun. I e-mailed a prompt and she e-mailed back a paragraph with a twist steering it off the course I was planning. Then, I e-mailed a second paragraph, most likely throwing her a curve as well, and she sent back another — several days later.
I was so worked up that I cheated, and wrote another three pages. I probably overwhelmed her because she encouraged me to keep on writing, so I did. Three months later I had what I thought was a pretty good sized book (28,000 words). I presented it to my sister thinking she may jump in and enjoy doing research, editing, etc. in the hope we would spend creative weekends together, but there wasn’t the “fire” I had experienced. She continually encouraged me and actually read the story, liked the characters, and theme. The syntax however was getting in the way of the readability. Since then “Part One” has been gone over three times and there are now four parts and 130,000 words.
I have written some letters, stories, newsletters in my lifetime, but nothing like what I experienced this past winter and spring. I have been told my letters made her cry,I won a contest by writing a letter to a radio station, and I wrote countless articles for my company newsletter. My novel is complete. I just need to tweak Part Four and do some research to confirm the facts of what I have written. I would like to attend a writer’s conference.
It’s true what they say about the “trance” writer’s get because I can still sit down and write, yet not really knowing what will end up on the paper. Memory DNA? That is an awesome thought.