For book number FOUR, I wanted to write something
outside the comfort of ‘write what you know. Not that I really know anything
about murder, or being jilted, I wanted to write a story with more depth, more
emotion…just more.
Something, I thought, about interpersonal
relationships, and how the convoluted thinking of one person, can have
ramifications for others, for years to come. A human interest story with strong
characters the reader could connect with, enough to want to stay with them on
their journey of discovery.
By the time I’d completed the first draft,
it was more than 400 pages long, double spaced mind you, and over 100,000
words.
The research was intense; the topics personal,
thought provoking and, at times, emotionally draining.
One of the problems with research is the
potential to get side tracked. Time spent reading articles that may veer off
topic, is not really time squandered, for you never know when that information
might prove valuable.
It’s like You Tube. Somebody sends you a
link to You Tube, and for the next hour you’re watching all these other videos
selected from the ever changing side bar. Or Pinterest, that’s just as
addictive. But I digress.
For this book my research centred on
adoption, and World War II. Two subjects completely outside my personal
knowledge or experience.
My focus was on adult adoptees, searching
for their birth parents. I found sites that detailed the red tape involved in
searching sealed files for adoption information, and support organizations
offering aid and advice.
But the stories from adoptees, and birth
families, gave a picture of how difficult, and often futile, their searches
were, in a way the government rules, regulations and forms could not.
I talked to people with first hand
experience in searching for a child given up for adoption. They all felt the
same frustration, had all suffered through the ongoing bureaucracy and the
endless waiting.
I wanted a character to have a war time
experience that fit with my plot, and was at the same time credible and based
in truth. I immersed myself in the war, reading books and articles, even watching
old war movies.
I had dates of battles fought, the number of troops
mobilized and of course, the casualties. All the statistics of war. What brought it all into focus for
me was a site I came upon, copies of original letters, written by soldiers
while serving overseas. Letters mailed home, reflecting the harsh situations
endured, the fear of the unknown, the need to stay connected with loved ones.
Then I found a search site, written by
family members who wanted to understand what their father, or grandfather,
had endured in the war, what was so horrible they would never, ever, speak of
it.
The list was long, details of military
history were given, requesting any information about the service of their relative. Most
requests were initiated after the Veteran’s death, out of respect for their
feelings, I would imagine.
I was moved beyond words, and in those
readings I found my fictitious old Vet, my Sam.
I used only a small amount of that research
in my book, but all of it gave me a better understanding of my characters, so
none of it was a wasted effort. I’ll keep all my notes, all the printouts, along
with a list of reference books and sites, for you never know, I might need them
again, for some other story.
I gave this manuscript to a friend from my
writing group, told her it was too long, and she gave it back to me with pencil
notations and a large number of yellow sticky notes for where I could ‘slice
and dice’.
I appreciate the effort she went to,
believe me, as I have spent the last five days going line by line, looking at
her suggestions, making some changes, resisting others, and initiating
revisions of my own.
So far, I’ve decreased the word count by
almost 5000 words. I bolded sections she suggested could be deleted, sections I
was too attached to for now, and will look at the next go round.
I once read a book in which the main character
was a published writer. In the book he talked about the status of his novels,
at any given time. There was the one he was currently writing, a second he had
just finished that was in the edit phase and a third that he had recently
published and was doing promotional work for.
Sounds complicated, doesn’t it? If that is
a realistic representation of the publishing business, then I don’t feel quite
so bad. I’ve been so inundated with editing and preparing to E publish, I
haven’t written anything but a few short stories for the year…thus far.
There’s still November, National Novel
Writing Month. More familiarly called NaNoWriMo, it’s a challenge to write
50,000 words in 30 days.
I have lots of time to come up with an
idea.
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