Our CSA box this week from Riverview Farms here in Georgia. A boon to a writer on a deadline.
I am about at the halfway mark with my 13 weeks, writing from the summer solstice to the fall equinox, when I hope to turn in a chunk of the new book, temporarily called CHARLOTTESVILLE, to my editor. I can’t remember what specifically about the book I’ve talked about before, as I’ve been working on this book for so long, and for long silent stretches, which have felt necessary to my progress, not to mention my sanity, when trying to make sense of the Lost Cause of the Confederacy and the Rise of White Supremacy… which was my working title for so long.
I don’t want to belabor the years, now, of research and lived experience, as the thought of that accounting is boring even to me right now, but I thought I would list here, for my own edification and to look back on, the list I made a week or so ago of what I want to include in this draft, knowing that I will have to choose what stays and what goes. ugh.
My characters are in the thick of the Unite the Right rally in Charlottesville, VA on the night of Friday, August 11, 2017, as the book opens, and somehow I want to get them — or me — to these places below, each of these people or places chosen because, as I’ve researched far and wide and deep, these are the events that call to me over and again as foundational to the story I’m trying to tell, so I list them here (and I think they are in date order):
Scotland? Walter Scott? Virginia Dare and the Roanoke Colony Ashley’s Sack John Brown and Harper’s Ferry Fort Sumter (whose letters? I saw someone’s, not just Mary Chestnut’s) The Battle of Resaca in Sherman’s March to the Sea, Mary Jane Green Appomattox and the Lost Cause, the UDC and Confederate monuments, Mildred Lewis Rutherford The Oregon Trail, immigration, Replacement Theory Leo Frank, Birth of a Nation, Stone Mountain, rebirth of the Klan. Jews will not replace us. Lillian Smith, LGBT Civil Rights Act? Freedom Summer? Charleston 2015, Mother Emmanuel Charlottesville 2017, Lee statue January 6, 2021
There are so many more I could choose to weave into this narrative/novel/whatever-this-is I’m writing. There is no “right” list… but there is a “heart” list, or a list of what pulls me as a writer and as someone who grew up in the Lost Cause mythology and still works to dismantle it in my own life, to write about it, to understand it.
Some of what I’ve listed above is something I wrote about in many different previous drafts of CHARLOTTESVILLE. Many previous drafts. I felt married to the way I wrote about Virginia Dare and the Roanoke Colony, for instance. I *love* that section of a previous draft. I don’t want to give it up. But I can’t keep it, not in the form it’s in now, which is a connector to a prose poem — it’s actually beautiful and heartbreaking and I miss it in this draft… but maybe that vignette can be used elsewhere, sometime. I have to let it go.
I mention “what stays and what goes” so I can refer back to it as I’m writing, and because I want a record of how I’m putting this draft together. This draft is the one I’m going with, come hell or high water. The material is often hellish, but at the same time it is becoming compelling from a structural standpoint, which is always where I excel in my efforts to tell stories — how is it best structured? That has been my mission with this draft (well, one mission) — and I find myself falling into writing techniques and choices now, now that I have a sort of scaffolding that might work, instead of despairing that I have no way to tell this vast and complicated story.
I might sound convoluted here. lol. It’s not on purpose. I’m just checking in, for now, I’ll try to be more specific another time. Thanks for reading and being there… I feel like I have someone(s) to share with, and that helps as I navigate the swamp. Maybe you’ve been in the slough, too, and if so, you are not alone. It helps to know I’m not alone, either.
I am at a point with my work-in-progress — all of my works in progress, but especially with what I’ve been calling The Lost Cause Project (aka “Charlottesville”) — that I need to concentrate. Both focus and concentration have been hard to maintain since 2020 and the onset of the pandemic — I am not alone in this, I know — and I need to do better if I ever want to finish this book. I think now I can.
I’ve had stretches of incredible concentration but they don’t last — sections of this book grab me (and my editor) from word one. I know they are good. I have sections I’m in love with that I don’t want to let go of but think I must (sob!). I have a brand-new section that begs several questions: is there a time slip? Is this meta-fiction? Are there ghosts? Who cares? At that point, I run from the manuscript screaming. Maybe you can relate?
As a result (and don’t forget: pandemic brain, sigh — I can also pull other (very-valid!) excuses reasons out of a bag of tricks) I’ve been wifty and vague about my structure and my subject matter for… well, for years. I think part of it has been a protective shield as well… this material is… a lot.
When I was sick or depressed, I researched (or slept :>). I began again a dozen times at least. I have so many partial drafts. I’ve confabbed with my (long-suffering?) editor and I have a couple of trusted readers who have weighed in as well, and I have decided — finally — on the way forward. (I think.)
Now to get there. I’m going to start today, June 20, the summer solstice 2024, and work forward with intention until the fall equinox on September 22. I will have the entire summer this way, to write about the Unite the Right rally in Charlottesville, Virginia in summer 2017, using all the material I’ve amassed and the too-many partial drafts and beginnings I’ve composed.
Then I’m packing up what I have (oh please could I have a full draft?) and sending it to my editor.
I’m hoping to keep myself accountable by writing about this endeavor consistently for the next 13 weeks and 3 days (how often? I don’t know), entries about what I’m accomplishing (and not), and how I want to set up the next day’s work. And what else is brewing. I’m going to use this as a map to keep going and get to the end.
I’m not sure I’ll “announce” this anywhere, or if I’ll take these blog posts private, but for now, here at my website blog, I’m starting. I’m drawing a line in the sand that says, distraction (well, distraction of the pandemic type) is no longer entertained here. It’s time for discipline (hahahahaha) and devotion (I have that in spades) and a deadline (self-imposed).
Gaaaaa, I can already feel the mental/emotional push-back. This is such a hard book to write, maybe the hardest I’ve ever tackled. I *want* to finish it. I am determined to write it. It needs to be written, and I am absolutely steeped in it now. I grew up in the lap of the Lost Cause of the Confederacy. How can I not finish it? The book is under contract with Scholastic and I will deliver it. I won’t deliver a substandard product (product, heh). So… let’s get to work.
I know it can be a good book. I know I have been all over the place with it. I know it’s a huge topic. I know I am (still) half-afraid of it. Maybe more than half. Maybe that’s a good thing. I know, I know, I know.
I invite you to come along. Humans always want a witness to their follies and fortunes and failures. We need cheerleaders, too, and commiserators. :> And if this isn’t your bag, it’s perfectly fine to ignore me for the next 13 weeks and 3 days. I might prefer to be ignored… this is really an accountability journal for me, and in a way I am just as unsure about this attempt as I have been about everything else this past four years.
Everything has felt really fraught, hasn’t it? The world is fraught and overwrought and I am writing about an event (and a mindset) that is intense and emotionally charged. It’s scary.
But I have grit. That I do have. I am going to find my strength in this story. How do I know? I have been there, in that geography, in the belly of the Lost Cause beast, and at the heart of its grief, and now I’ll tell you about it.
MFA in Writing, Vermont College, I have taught teachers at Towson University (“Writing Techniques for Teachers,” ECED 422), and have taught in the MFA programs at Lesley University and Vermont College.
Pioneer of the Documentary Novel containing scrapbooks with primary source documents — photographs, song lyrics, newspaper clippings, etc., and opinionated biographies alongside the story/narrative, mixing fiction, non-fiction, and biography in one book/story in a trilogy about the 1960s. COUNTDOWN 1962; REVOLUTION 1964; and ANTHEM 1969 (to be published fall 2019)
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I’m a Southerner born in Mobile, Alabama, where I lived until I was five years old. My parents were Mississippi born and bred, and I spent most of my childhood summers there and grew up in Mississippi and all around the world as an Air Force dependent.
I’ve lived in:
Mobile, Alabama Jasper County, Mississippi Honolulu, Hawaii Washington, D.C. Prince Georges County, Maryland Charleston, South Carolina Clark Air Base, Philippines Northern Virginia Cherry Point, North Carolina Millington, Tennessee Frederick, Maryland Atlanta, Georgia
After living in the Washington, D.C. area (Frederick, MD) for 25 years, where I raised a family, I moved to Atlanta 19 years ago, and now live in a little house with a purple door in a little woods. I am married to musician/composer Jim Pearce. You can hear Jim profiled by Susan Stamberg at NPR right here.
Where to find me online:
I use Pinterest as a visual resource for my books. You’ll find primary source material for my books archived here, including playlists for COUNTDOWN and REVOLUTION. See the “social” link above for other social media resources.
