Writing books is a funny way to pass the time really. Sitting around, makin’ stuff up. Alone. So very, very alone!
Honestly if someone finds they just can’t write a book, even if they’d kind of LIKE to do it, just don’t feel bad. It’s not a very normal way to pass the time.
So I want to share with you this little JAZZY moment in my writing life last week. And I deeply and profoundly suspect it’ll sound weird to a non-writer.
So, about … two years ago, TWO YEARS! I was writing my book Out of Control and I have this accident in a cavern and one of three young boys is badly hurt, so badly hurt in fact that it brings an already very emotionally unhealthy set of parents to the breaking point.
The three boys each blame themselves for the accident and ultimately for the end of their family.
So follow the bouncing ball here.
I’m trying to make that badly hurt little boy, with his awful burn scars, a crazy man as an adult. He has nightmares. He thinks wolves and fire talk to him. He heard the cavern (where he was injured) calling to him to come down where it’s quiet, where he can think, where he can be at peace.
He’s not crazy all the time, you understand. Mostly Seth Kincaid functions pretty well. But he has his MOMENTS.
So I wanted him in prison for a while, this is all back story, NOT important. This is the kind of thing an author will read and read and read about and end up with one half of one sentence.
In Out of Control, Book #1 in the series, starring big brother Rafe Kincaid, Andersonville is barely mentioned but I did a lot of reading, mainly with a goal of knowing when it opened and closed so poor confused Seth isn’t claiming to be in a prison camp that was closed before he got there.
A bit more was talked about in In Too Deep, Ethan Kincaid’s story…which released last month.
Seth’s story, coming in August, Over the Edge, all that research into Andersonville is a bit more about it, but really, like I said, it’s not important. Much.
But then in my reading I hit this story about what went on in Andersonville that included talk of a group of bad guys called the Raiders and a group of good guys called the Regulators. In some twisted fashion I got a new series idea from that research. So how can my hours have been wasted, huh?
Then last week, I’m working on book #2 of this new series, which we’re calling Trouble in Texas. (I wanted to call it The Regulators, but someone thought that sounded like a…ahem … let’s say … digestive aid. Or possibly like the guy who comes to fix your furnace)
So we’re calling it Trouble in Texas and in book #1, Swept Away, I’ve alluded to some haunting TROUBLE in the past of a secondary character in book #1 who becomes the heroine of book #2. Even as I alluded to that TROUBLE I knew I had no idea what that trouble was.
So then, I’m typing away on the troubled heroine’s book, still wondering what that trouble might be and suddenly it HIT ME. This little passing sentence that I remember reading and wondering about two years ago sprang into the forefront of my brain. AND. I. HAD. IT.
And it was PERFECT. A perfect thing to keep her and the hero apart. Her bad choice that drove her to a life she had to be rescued from and now her past might be catching up to her to ruin her chance at TRUE LOVE.
And THAT is the wonderful, aha, yippee, eureka, moment writers love. Hang on tight, this is gonna be FUN. (At least for me!)