Yeah, so I’m divorced. Happened 14 years ago and is pretty much not even a blip on my emotional radar anymore. At the time, I’m happy to say, it wasn’t all that traumatizing either. Not sure what it says about me as a person, but when I came to the realization that I just didn’t want, couldn’t stay married, it was as if a weight had been lifted. I knew there’d be a bit of drama, but for the most part, it wasn’t anything I was worried about facing.
And that’s why my first published novella, Let There Be Life, is a light-hearted look at life after divorce. Now mind you, as always, there are bits and pieces of my actual marriage, divorce, and the craziness that was my re-entry into the dating scene, sprinkled throughout the book, but of course, I’m not going to tell you which parts ;-).
- Draft length – 17,024
- Original title – And Unto Me A New Life Is Born
- Final length – 35,653 (includes chapter titles)
- Published – 2010 with the final title, “Let There Be Life”.
- Of course I had to change the title, I mean, who really wants to take the time to say all of that – And Unto Me…blah, blah, blah?
- Favorite scene:
Remember when I told you calling her out of her name wasn’t a good idea? Well, it was sophomore year in college. Jeremy and I were hanging out in the student union, either between classes, or not going to class at all, I don’t remember which. Across the room, we hear this guy yell, “Look, I told you it wasn’t me, bitch!”
We look over and there’s Mackenzie sitting down while this guy, presumably her boyfriend, soon to be ex-boyfriend no doubt, is looming over her. Before the “ch” sound was completely out of his mouth, Mackenzie had jumped up. The chair she was sitting on magically appeared in her hands and thus began the infamous “Who-you-calling-a-bitch Beat Down of ’92.”
Now, the guy had to out-weigh her by a solid hundred pounds. But that didn’t matter. She beat him solidly about the head and shoulders with that chair until she just couldn’t lift it any more.
Jeremy and a couple of other guys stepped in at that point, careful to remove the chair from her hands and get her as far away as possible. Jeremy ended up walking her over to sit at our table. I thought I would need to comfort her but with just a few flexes of her hands, and the most colorful round of cursing I had ever heard, she introduced herself and we’ve been girls ever since.
Now, if you’ve read the last couple of posts, you know that my Divinity speaks to me through my writing. It wasn’t any different with Let There Be Life. In fact, this was the first time I recognized that there was another, well, “entity” if you will with me and that my writing was the conduit.
I don’t mean this in any other way than to admit to believing in the spirit inherent in all sentient things – if it’s alive, then I believe it has a spirit. For me, I enjoy having the sense that there are powers in the universe that are bigger than me and there are one or two who may have my best interests at heart.
Anyway, in this book, my Divinity wasn’t all that vocal. She showed up here and there but for the most part, I think She just wanted me to be appreciative of the journey. Oh, and to remind me to hold on to the hope that one day I’d find my real love.
I turned my head up to look at him as I answered, “Probably. I didn’t recognize the title though.” And bam. We’re in the classic position for a kiss. Guess what, that’s exactly what happened. He leaned in and kissed me.
At no point in time in our friendship had I thought about kissing Jeremy. But as the kiss continued, I began to wonder what the hell I’d been thinking. He could have won an award with that kiss. We’re talking one of those oh-so-soft, barely there brushes at first, leading into a full frontal, lip lock with just a hint of tongue. Was it wrong of me to wonder what other skills he had?
The toes curled, the breath quickened and somewhere, just like in the romance novels, music started playing.
“Lex,” he said when he stopped making my heart beat too fast, “I think you’re sitting on the remote, you just turned on the stereo.”
It took a bit of time and two more books but I did eventually find my “Jeremy”. But that’s a topic for another book, another blog post.