June 29, 2012 § 3 Comments
Before leaving Raleigh the girls and I took a trip to the book store to purchase our favorite quiet time activity to be used as an airport/airplane/traveling diversion; a couple of the Usborne sticker books.
Before hitting the children’s section, however, we made our millionth visit to the public bathroom, passing the young adult section on our way.
As we exited, I glanced toward the packed shelves and ran my hands over the end cap outfacing fiction for young adults, clear in my mind that this was my next writing venture. I wished I had time to sit and investigate on my own without little hands pulling me in the opposite direction.
I could have started writing #YA sooner, but I knew I needed to get to Maine before the words would form and flow and the story would appear.
I was right and on our first morning here it began as I’d hoped. I’m currently a good way into chapter one; my main character introduced with his place in the world cemented.
It’s advised when writing a book to let others read and hear it often, often enough that quality feedback can be rendered and opinions can be shared.
So this morning I read my first 1300 words while Peachie listened intently.
When I finished she said she liked it.
She said it was, “riveting.”
She said it drew her in.
But she is my mother and she has to say that, so I will keep writing and sharing with my closest and dearest; the ones who will tell me the truth; who trust I can handle the truth. Maybe I’ll share it with interested strangers. Why not.
To aid in the task ahead I’ve been taking lots of pictures of this place. I’m excited to write about it, to share it with people near and far, and the pictures are helping me to find the words.
The Maine state motto is Dirigo, which means I lead, and the Polar Star is its seal because if its location at the uppermost tip of our country, the first place you can see the sun rise in America.
But the iconic sign that you see upon entrance to the state proudly proclaims, “Welcome to Maine. The Way Life Should be!”
In so many ways it is. But you have to experience it to understand what that means. Once the seed is planted (the understanding and acceptance of all its parts) the love for the place begins to grow and stick like barnacles on beach rocks.
You’ll find them make their appearance someplace in chapter two.