So yesterday I was telling my sons that I had completed a pivotal scene between my protagonist, Rachel, and one of the uber-antagonists in the story. Death ensued. I shared how my kick-ass heroine had finally killed her adversary, a dagger thrust to the heart. My youngest scoffed. He told me how difficult it was to kill someone this way and questioned the length of the blade I had used.
At that point I knew I’d made a mistake. He immediately suggested I consider a much simpler slice to the carotid artery on the neck. Okay, this seems like a rather bloodthirsty discussion to be having with your children, but there is a strange joy that comes when I can share the creation of stories with my family. There have been a handful of times I’ve tapped extended family for special knowledge or ideas for my books. Each and every time it has brought me happiness. I am folding in all of the precious and diverse pieces of my life and identity into my stories. That makes their creation richer.
You’ll be pleased to know I am roughly three chapters away from finishing the first draft of SAVING EDEN (title tentative). It’s been a long road from the time I began this series. Life has thrown curves along the way. But if I can bring an end to Rachel’s story, I will have successfully created, helped grow and celebrated the lives of dozens of characters in that story world. Putting so many lives to rest is a strange idea, but one I kind of like.