CELEBRATION DAY
A friend of mine, Leigh Evans, just told me that she was holding the Arc of her first book in her hand. “There’s my brain, out there for everyone to see,” she told me. It was both terrifying and intensely exciting, like going over Niagara Falls – with or without a barrel.
Even after three decades, I can remember the moment I experienced that thrill for myself. But I never thought of my first book, “Sweet and Deadly,” as a piece of my brain; I used the more conventional image of a baby, my baby. Leigh’s “brain” simile is much more interesting.
Nothing is closer to psychoanalysis than writing a book. There are your foibles and your fears, your persistent unfinished business, your pictures of what constitute happiness.
Since I’ve written quite a few novels (now that I’m thinking about it), I wonder what people know about me that I don’t know. I’ve gotten surprised a time or two. At one signing, a reader said, “You really have a problem with brothers, don’t you?” I was surprised and started to deny it, when I realized that all the brothers in my book were problematical in some respect. Some loved their sisters too much, some were so self-involved their sisters hardly registered . . . huh. I felt uncomfortable as I wondered what I’d been saying about the distant relationship I had with my older brother, who’s been dead and gone for many years.
There’ve been occasions I changed the plotline or characters in a book because I realized I was building them according to a pattern that was pleasing to my brain; a recurring pattern, that echoed somewhere in my psyche.
So thanks, Leigh, for giving a different way to look at my work. There are my brains, people!
As I told Leigh, “Let’s hope members of the reading public are all zombies.”
Charlaine Harris
P.S. Since I stole Leigh’s line, let me just tell you all that her book, out in December 2012, is “The Trouble With Fate.”
(Braaaains!)
Nearly all of my books or stories (I figured out once, to my dismay), have some kind of danger in or by water, Charlaine. I love the ocean and I've worked and lived by the coast all my life, but since I can't swim, there's always a touch of peril mingled with the delight. And that sneaks into my stories.
And go, Leigh! Woohoo!
Posted by: Dana | June 06, 2012 at 01:37 PM
Congrats to Leigh on the successful completion of her book and autobrainotomy. :) Fate is troublesome sometimes for sure.
I never noticed anything strange about brothers in your books. Other than (you know)in the Harper series. Oh, well. The good part of getting more forgetful as I get older is - re-reading is as fun as the first time!
Posted by: Mary | June 06, 2012 at 03:57 PM
*Grin* I never noticed the brother theme, but I sure did wonder where you stood on the subject of housecleaning:-)
Posted by: Leigh | June 07, 2012 at 07:49 AM
Experts predict that the coastline of Oregon, Washington, Alaska, and Hawaii will see some pretty nasty debris wash ashore; California will have some, but less, as most of it will be caught in a current that will carry it to the pacific islands.
Posted by: justin bieber shoes | June 08, 2012 at 02:59 AM
So interesting! And I have realized there's a lot of coffee in my books. And mothers who are well-meaning but critical. Hmm.
Leigh, hurray!
Posted by: Hank Phillippi Ryan | June 08, 2012 at 08:11 PM