|in my pool...|
I refuse to look at the last time I blogged... it's not pretty.
I know I tossed a Friday Feedback about how to
Forgive me. Life's been busy.
There's the boy we sent off to college.
|this is me with said boy this weekend during Parents Weekend.|
|this is him. He's 16 weeks now. His name is Charlie. |
|Me last week, with my dear friend and "Polar Pod"|
There's, of course, still my part-time "lawyer" work, plus the constant effort to
(In case you haven't seen it starting to pop up around the web, there it is... well, in the Advance Review softcover version... the actual March release will be in hardcover. Btw, it's getting some
Holy-balls! Amazing awesome early reviews. If you want to check them out, you can find them HERE. Also, my uber wonderful new publisher, Algonquin Young Readers, is looking for blogger and reviewer readers to provide feedback on the four of five Spring 2014 AYR books that are now up on NetGalley.
THE SUMMER OF LETTING GO is there by request.
Also, while you're here and in case you haven't, "like" the AYR facebook page and follow them on twitter!)
Anyway, that's some of what's going on... there's my other son's basketball and social life to work around, my husband's singing to listen to and support, and, and, and, and well, yeah, I'm just rattling off lame excuses.
Anyway, last night, after missing several days of open water swimming, I took my first plunge of the season back into the
stupid effing indoor pool.
I was dreading it, but then ended up loving it. I'll grow bored with it soon enough, and pine for the open water (which I will still manage at least a few more
ball-curdling swims in), but last night it was peaceful and soothing and, yet somehow, also invigorating.
As most of you know who follow me here, I do my best writing IN THE WATER. The trick being to remember what I wrote in my head while swimming, and make it translate as brilliantly when I ultimately make it back to dry land. Something that rarely happens.
Anyway, while I was swimming, I was thinking of all the story line fixes, character enhancements, and other writing keys that have come to me while swimming. The original germ of the idea for THE SUMMER OF LETTING GO came to me in the pool, and most my manuscripts have some element of story that revolves around the water.
|Not a drop of water in THE PULL OF GRAVITY|
but there almost was... ?
BUT, THE PULL OF GRAVITY is different. It's my land book -- maybe partly because I wrote it back when I had just started to swim
obsessively again. While swimming last night, I suddenly remembered that after the book sold, I decided to try to sneak a water scene in. Luckily, I thought better of it, and deleted it before I turned revisions in to my editor. But I decided to see if I could find it, dig it out and humiliate myself. So, here it is. This is in the hotel in Rochester after Jaycee has fallen deep into the fever. :)
She falls back to sleep, and I pace the room, trying to come up with something useful, some sort of idea or plan. Then I think about what Jaycee said, about how useless plans usually are. It makes me laugh to think of it. I mean, look how right she was. I am pacing like this when Jaycee suddenly jumps up and starts to put on her shoes.
“Hey, where you going?” I call. She looks past me, walks with ghost eyes in a hurry. I know the look. It’s the look that will lead you to a water tower.
“I’m going to find him,” she says. “Before Scooter dies.”
It kills me. It makes me want to cry.
“It’s not time yet, Jaycee.” I put my hands on her shoulders and shake her a little. I can tell she’s cooled down some, that there’s been at least a little break in her fever. This alone sometimes sets off the hallucinations.
I shake her some more, but she’s caught in the delirium of it, yanks away from me and pulls her Converse on, tripping and stuff, as she heads out the hotel room door.
I race after her. At first I’m just worried, but then, honestly, I’m a little curious. Besides, I’m watching her, so I won’t let her get into too much trouble.
She takes the stairwell, two at a time, toward the lobby, and heads out. She blows past the closed gift shop and concierge desk which is still empty at this early hour, then turns and heads back through the lobby toward the exercise room and the pool. She yanks the door to the pool open and walks in. I run after her.
There’s a lifeguard behind a counter sorting and stacking a huge pile of white towels into a bin. He glances up and says, “Morning, early swim?” but you can tell he’s too tired and doesn’t really care.
“Yeah,” I call, picking up my pace because I’m pretty sure she’s going to jump in.
At the edge of the pool, she stops though, takes off her sneakers, and starts to wade down the steps of the shallow end. The water seeps up the bottom of her Marshall J. Freeman sweats, darkening the green to black as she makes her way down each step.
“Jaycee!” I yell. Then louder, “Jaycee!”
At the same time, the lifeguard dude sees and rushes over. “Hey, kid, you can’t go in there in your clothes!”
Jaycee must hear the strange voice or something, stops and turns, looks at me, then him, then me again. And then it registers, I can see it, her eyes scanning, finally taking the reality in.
See? It once existed but never saw the light of day. I promise you, it's not in there.
Smart move deleting, right?
Now if only I'd deleted this post.