What to blog about. It feels like I’ve never got anything really good to say. I could tell you how my writing is going. Talk about the ever growing, ever changing novel in progress, Once Upon a Time in Iowa, but I already do that enough on twitter.
I could talk about how my laptop screen is filling up with digital post-its because I’m thinking ahead to future follies and find myself writing them out on a new post-it which I then add to the stack already collecting.
I could tell you that I wasn’t even sure Jesse would make an appearance in this book, and he turned up in the early chapters. This, of course, affects Mary’s personality and brings about some interesting events. But I said I wasn’t going to talk about my novel.
I could tell you that, when Mary burned herself, I learned they used creosote water on burns. If you lacked creosote water, you could pulverize charred wood into a powder and sprinkle it on. If neither was an available option, they suggested sprinkling the burns with flour before wrapping them in bandages. This served the purpose of keeping the air out while the burns healed.
I could talk about how I thought it would be easier if I staged Meridian’s exit early so that he becomes a memory I don’t have to grow. He took with him his wife, Mary Ellen. Tears were shed, and life moved on. It isn’t any easier though because, just as they prepared to leave, Jesse popped up and demanded some attention.
I could tell you that I’ve got it all under control, but it would be just another lie. Not much different than telling you I wasn’t going to talk about my WIP. You see, I set out with my characters going in one direction, and suddenly they’re like oh look, a beaver and off they go. I’m hopeless to do anything but follow.
I’m not going to talk about my novel. I’m not going to confess to you that my characters are the ones truly writing the story. I won’t admit that I’m only along for the ride, or that my opinion doesn’t seem to matter to them at all. I’ll just assure you that Once Upon a Time in Iowa is turning into so much more than I’d dreamed it would be, and our journey has only just begun.