But, seriously! THREE MONTHS? I've heard you.
At the grocery store, at church, out to dinner, at school, I've heard you loud and clear:
You can't leave us hanging.
Who killed Dr. Hickman?
I've been leaving you hanging.
Listen, ya gotta understand, I'm busy. I have three kids and a husband who works about 115 hours in a week sometimes. This life is not for the timid and it sure as heck ain't for the faint.
But cool things have been happening over here and it started small.
It started both small and inconsequential. Kinda like when we started decorating for Christmas and were going to keep things simple this year. Well, spoiler alert: it looks like a Candy Cane Factory exploded on my front porch and I made my own garland this year from tree scraps.
I cooked homemade oatmeal cream pies and Husband strung up one thousand three hundred and fifty color lights on our Christmas tree.
We are freaking Merry around here.
Oh, and no big deal- but, I'm writing a book.
That is not totally accurate.
Let's back up.
Back in August, I started putting my notes in chronological order and worked to fill some holes. Each blog was printed and placed in a three ring binder. Then, a second set of the blog was printed and placed in a different order from when I wrote them, rather when they happened. Finally, one afternoon, I reread the notes I had from the end of the trial where John Mathis was convicted of the murder of Dr. Charles Hickman.
Y'all-- I could see it. I could see the 14 foot ceilings and Judge Hammond sitting in the center with his robes and gavel. Poor John Mathis sat next to an angry deputy who probably chewed tobacco. John Mathis tried not to cry. Not far from Mathis was his lawyer. Mathis' lawyer wore fashionable round glasses. He took off them off the bridge of his nose, wiped the glass and contemplated how they got to this point in modern day 1910.
And it made me wonder-- how did we get to this point? And can I get YOU there? Can I make something interesting that would not be just interesting to me, but interesting to YOU, too?
So, I sat down that day. I shut down the internet and opened my word processor. Do they still call it that? Whatever. I opened my writing apparatus and started writing.
Meanwhile, a publishing house out of Charleston and I found each other and they wanted to see a sample.
Low and behold- I had one.
But, they did not like that I was writing it in a style that was not text book and completely black and white fact. Using phrases like, "he thought..." and filling in some questions with my conjecture instead of leaving the question unanswered... those little things they did not like, which I totally understood. And was thankful that we parted ways before I really got started because suddenly:
I was free from form.
And it is amazing. Humbling.
I kept writing and kept thinking and kept researching. Some days I can drill out 2,000 words in just a few hours time and others day, well-- those days I spend more time making oatmeal cream pies and less time at the computer.
This was all kept under wraps. I wasn't trying to hide it, but rather, I do not want to fail. I do not want to fall on my face. I want to succeed.
Initially, I thought success would be defined as having a book published.
Thank God for Husband. Nope, as he said, "The point is not to get it published. The point is to get it right."
And that is my point in all this: I want to get it right.
Fast forward/Rewind to about two weeks ago and I was on the phone with my cousin. She knows me so well to not know me at all. She has been following my blog and asked where it was going, hoping that I gave her the answer I did. I started rattling off the details, excited with the plan, and towards the end of the conversation, I said, "I want to get it right because these people were living and one adjective can change the entire conversation and the character from good to evil. I hold these people in the palm of my hand and it needs to be as accurate as I can make it without losing the charisma."
The charisma. Oh, how I love that word.
Here I am.
Putting it out there.
That is where I have been- stuck in my word processor and creating a world from 1910 where we live and stand today. Will I succeed? You bet. Because success will not be in getting it published, it will be in getting it right.
Publishing will just be gravy.