My Journey With Hard Times
Elizabeth has given me a wonderful opportunity to appear on her blog, and she told me I could talk about anything I wanted to except I wasn’t to even mention a certain basketball player who I won’t name, but whose initials are Stephen Curry… So, I won’t.
I thought this might be a good opportunity to talk about the writing process. At least the writing process that I employ.
Whenever I begin a novel, I always begin with an idea that has been rattling around in my brainpan for at least ten years, oftentimes more.
The novel I’ve begun to write these days has had a much longer gestation period. Its genesis stems from a short story I wrote when I was eleven years old and was published in several places. It was originally titled “A Mother’s Love,” which is fairly representative of the callowness I labored under at the time. When it came out in The Analecta, I had shed some of the sentimentality I labored under as a beginning writer and it emerged with the new title, “Hard Times.” It was later included in my first story collection, Monday’s Meal, with that title.
For many years, I was haunted by the woman in the story. From time to time, I’d begin writing a novel based on her original story, but nothing ever came of it. The thing was, the story hadn’t yet jelled in my mind enough to allow me to pen 75,000 words or more about her. I came close, several times, but the truth is I hadn’t yet gotten to the place where I could write her bigger story.