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I'm back in my main office for the week-end, after being away for six months. It's my favorite place in the world to work and I'm happy as a pig in mud.I need to get the room ready for the four-month-write-The-Next-Novel stint coming up, and getting it ready means quite a bit of sorting. There are stacks of paper and piles of books here and there: what was I thinking? I've just gone through some of the books, re-piling them, for now I have different priorities.
I've just come upon the "scene cards" I made for a novel about La Grande Mademoiselle. It's a thick stack, divided into parts, representing over six months work before I rather suddenly got swept away with my new subject.
What should I do with these cards and all the other papers and notes I'm bound to find? I'll put them in a box, label them "La Grande Mademoiselle," and place them high up on a shelf. In my latest Q&A on the Blog Tour, Julianne Douglas, author of the blog Writing the Renaissance, asked: "Who is a character (from any place or era) that you wish someone would write a novel about? Are you tempted to try? " Part of my answer was:
From the Sun Court era, I’ve tried a number of times to find a way to tell the story of La Grande Mademoiselle, the King’s eccentric, rich cousin and an early feminist. I’m reminded of a painting I bought, the image of a mountain in our area. The artist told me, “I've looked at that mountain for years, wondering how to paint it.” La Grande Mademoiselle is my mountain.I think I'll name that box: Mountain.
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Photo taken last spring by Debbi Christinck.
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2 comments:
Good luck with the mountain. I hope you write it someday.
Thank you, Lilian. I seem to be surrounded by mountains! And you?
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