When
Truman Capote invited Harper Lee to help him investigate it the murders of a
family in Kansas, Lee described her interest by saying, “It was deep calling to deep.” From what I understand, there are a
variety of meanings, one of which can mean the calling out of oneself. Sort of
an unquenchable yearning. Whenever I hear this phrase I think of home… no
matter where I go or how far I wander, for me there is no place like home.
With
that being said, it only takes so long before an aspiring writer writes
something about her home state. From 2010 to 2013 I attempted it, to write nice
little Christian historical romances based in Indiana. It was a nice try and
looking back I can see why it didn’t work. Those stories were based in Indiana
and entertaining, but there was no realism. The characters were one dimensional
and the set up was too silly for words. After that, I tried to write a couple
other things, only managing to get short stories published.
But
now the deep calls to the deep again… Indiana demands to be written about.
These days, the novels out there based in Indiana are a laugh. The characters
sound more like they are from Texas than our beloved Hoosier state.
I
was lucky; I come from a family of natural-born story tellers. Both sets of my
grandparents were part of the Greatest Generation. My one grandma was very open
about her life, very detailed too.
So,
for my two-or-so readers out there, this is what my new EPIC NOVEL is about:
The Great Depression. Indiana. Prohibition. Marriage of convenience. Loss of a
child.
More
later. Thanks for reading.
