The words came back to me today. What a relief. I found my story.
It’s not like I lacked for ideas. I spent the whole week wish-washing between three ideas, grinding out my minimum of 1,000 words a day. Today, I completely dried up.
The thing is, ideas are like a watched pot. They don’t boil. So I just sat and read Escape, an oh-my-God memoir about how Carolyn Jessop escaped with her seven children from her husband and the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (not to be confused with "regular" Mormonism), a cult-type sect that believes in polygamy and "perfect obedience" by women to the men that they’re married to.
The woman’s courage and strength are inspiring, but it’s so hard to believe that this is happening in America. It is unreal, and as you read, it gets worse. I kept staring at the dates, thinking "2006? Shouldn’t that read 1886? Surely not just last year ..."
I embrace freedom of religion, but extreme fundamentalism scares me. But to legislate against something like that would be wrong. I suppose all we can do is legislate against abuse, and pray that will provide some protection. (It provides none in this book.)
When you read, it’s hard to understand people would continue to live that life, but then you realize they grew up in it. They were brought up that way, and the women were married before they even had legal rights. Besides, they’re taught to distrust the outside world and when it comes right down to it, they don’t know anything different.
It really breaks my heart. Here’s some places to go if it breaks your heart, too.
Well, anyway. The words came. Hopefully this story will be a gift. I’ve written novellas in a week before. I hope this is another case of that, because I want November cleared for Nano.
How’s the writing going for you? (And since I’m home, I’m getting to the comments from yesterday--great discussion and I’m sorry for the delay! I discovered that when I reply from my palm pilot, they don’t always make it to the screen, LOL.)