Writing, for me, is like breathing air. I always wrote little stories and poems as a child. We had lots of books in our home. My mom was a college professor, so during the summers she'd bring home boxes of books (literally) for us to read and have our fill.
So in junior high and high school I read numerous books—especially in the summertime--as I wrote in my diaries. This, not surprisingly, turned out to be extremely beneficial for me as a writer. For that way, I practiced and fine-tuned my writing. Then, when I was about 19 years old, I wrote my first 'novel'. I got as far as ten or so typed pages. The problem, I discovered, was that I did not know the direction of the story. The ‘novel’ opened with a young girl visiting an elderly woman. The old lady reflected my drawing of an old woman--with lots of dialogue between the crone and the girl.
I also had a grand theme. But after ten or so pages, where was the story going? I had no idea. *** Decades later, instead of a diary, I kept a journal. (Girls write diaries; women keep journals.) By writing my stories and poems and daily existence, I was doing as Virginia Woolf, Anais Nin, and Doris Lessing had done. I wrote down story ideas, novel ideas, synopses, chapters, essays, poems, and parts-of-novels.
Now I think what a remarkable child and teen I was--to be writing so consistently with no visible reward (except that I wrote great, impressive essays for my classes, papers and book reports). But at the time, writing was the norm for me. My air. It was my clandestine life. ***
After I wrote my first novel, PORRIDGE & CUCU: MY CHILDHOOD, I began thinking of a larger more ambitious story.
At the time I'd just finished reading Doris Lessing's THE GOLDEN NOTEBOOK and, trying to emulate her, I had in mind a mixture of stories and folklore and family history. I also wanted to include Panamanian history, as Isabel Allende—a writer I had read and admired--had embodied the history of Chile in some of her novels.
At the same time, I wanted to tell the story of a woman betrayed by her first love. I knew infidelity was a main theme, but I wanted her to survive and get stronger. Her name was Eulalia.
I had innumerable notes--written haphazardly when ideas came to me, and so I created a ten-page synopsis. I divided the synopsis into chapters. I tweaked the outline with a few changes. Then I began. I took a long time writing Chapter 1--since I felt I had to cram so much into it. Theme. Foreshadowing the plot. Main characters. Also I wanted to use gorgeous language. So I went over the first page countless times, and the entire chapter at least a dozen times (probably more), tinkering with each word. That phase took about six weeks or more— after which I decided to split the chapter I'd been working on into two chapters.
I also decided to go forward.
Chapters 3, 4, and 5 basically flowed effortlessly: I was astonished that the characters took over their own fate. I had done some research into Panamanian and US history—while writing the outline and synopsis, and beforehand. But, since I love doing research, I had to stop myself and just begin writing (and do the research intermittently, as needed).
In a sense, I’d been preparing to write THE HONEYEATER all of my life.
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Surprisingly, I never felt overwhelmed as I wrote THE HONEYEATER. Instead, I felt empowered. I was, I felt, 'in the zone'. Certain sections--to this day--make me misty-eyed. Part of the reason could be that I was crying as I wrote them.
So THE HONEYEATER is very heartfelt. I loved writing it. I also love reading THE HONEYEATER. And hope other readers will agree.
Listen to the audio version of this essay at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8wHC-fGsqU&feature=youtu.be __________________________________________________________________________ Yolanda A. Reid is the author of THE HONEYEATER, a contemporary women’s novel about love, heartbreak and betrayal. To read a synopsis, visit |
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