Not everyone has photographic evidence of that cardinal moment of their writing career: the moment they started writing their first novel. When I took this picture, I was only trying to capture the behavior of my new cute kitten, Miss Kitty, who would jump into my lap anytime I cracked open the old laptop. It never occurred to me that I was also capturing a moment that would define my entire writing career, and in many ways, my life.
If you look closely, you can see the name of the Word document: January13.doc. Although not reflected in the title, the year was 2001. I often named my writing files after the date started, until I had a working title.
I had been watching TV when a sentence popped into my head and would not go away. I realized this was my muse trying to get my attention, and so I opened the laptop and started writing with only that single sentence as a starting point. And thus, St. Charles at Dusk was born.
I’ve written about how the story was a real labor of love for me…multiple rewrites, years where it did not get touched at all, edits upon edits…but I finally finished and self-published it in 2011.
Miss Kitty, the unexpected wingman, is turning 12 this year.