Alright, my faithful readers, it’s spring, or so the
weatherman, if not the calendar, says. And spring is a time for new beginnings.
I’ve changed the picture on my computer background (flowers, now, instead iof
snow}. Next Sunday we switch to Daylight Savings Time. Out in the yard, my
herbs are flourishing, and –unfortunately – so are the moles, who seem to have invited a whole new troop of tunnelers to explore my open areas. Trees are budding out,
Bradford pear trees are turning the landscape white, and there are sprigs of
green grass everywhere. I’m caught up on housework, and the kitchen is stocked
with prepared meals and Girl Scout cookies. (What’s not to love?)
What hasn’t changed? My writer’s block. My proclivity to
research just one more little area before actually putting any words on paper. That
same outline for a new book, which seems to be expanding its scope without yet
providing a a clear map of how I should go about writing it. I’ve been fiddling with it since last fall,
and if you took a peek at my Scrivener files, you’d find a complete outline
just ready to go. Except that it isn’t.
Recently, a couple of friends have asked whether I’m deep into writing
yet, and I’ve struggled to answer that. It simply hasn't sprouted yet.
The story bouncing around in my head is awfully complicated.
It covers a span of more than twenty years and contains multiple conflicts.
There’s a background of the Civil War, of course, but also a family drama, a
spy story based on historical fact, an international incident, a rape, fratricide,
a kidnapping, a hidden identity, and a backstory concealed in a diary written
in code. Its characters include a businessman turned pirate, two paralyzed
people (one by stroke, one by accident), an opium-addicted prostitute, an expatriate English woman born into the lesser nobility, a French family of slave-owners,
and a couple of visitors from my “Yankee” series. Just putting that list
together makes me tired. Sounds fascinating,
you say? Maybe so. But also a web so hopelessly tangled that I haven’t
been able to find a loose end to start with.
So here’s the new thought bouncing around in my
spring-inspired brain this morning. What if I’m not thinking of one book, but
two? First would come the early story—all pre-Civil War, all written in first-person—in
short, the diary of the expatriate English woman who is seeing antebellum America and learning about South
Carolina’s “peculiar institution” for the first time. The reader would meet
most of the characters mentioned above, but in their early years, before their
own lives deteriorate. The book would concentrate on the gradual alteration of
the main character as her childhood innocence gives way to acceptance of the
unthinkable, just as the idealism of the young Republic yields to seemingly
unsurmountable differences between North and South.
The second book would be set during the early years of the
Civil War. The reader would meet the
same characters but in a period during which each of them faces a new
challenge. This will be the book that handles the international incident, the
piracy and blockade-running, the collapse of “King Cotton,” the mystery surrounding the identity of one of the characters, and the fall-out from earlier scandals that everyone thought were
What think you? I’d
love to pick the brains of future readers.