I don’t seem to be very good at creating fanfare, and so my new novel, Stolen slipped into the world on the 8th of February announced only on my private Facebook page. Quietly, the novel made itself know, sales began, sales grew, all modest, but enough to make me smile, and hope that people were reading and hopefully enjoying my new baby-book.
About four years ago I debated having another crack at the novel and along with new thoughts came a new title, The Stolen Life of Mandy Brown. A note I made at the time follows: Who do you see when you close your eyes? I hope it’s me, and that my image haunts you to an early grave.
The plot originally spanned two years and a much harsher imprisonment. As time went on, the plot matured like a fine wine and was distilled into a shorter time span and I think this made the essence of the novel far stronger. I do know that when I originally came up with the idea for Stolen it wasn’t long after I read The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. I wanted to be inspired by the sense of isolation and helpless imprisonment she captured in her novel.
Since publishing Stolen, I have written very little. Despite plans to have at least another novel out by now, I have managed virtually nothing. The chemo I was on during the first quarter of the year pummelled my brain and recovery was slow. I do think I’m back to par now, but the words still fail to flow. I’ve taken to crochet – to be honest it’s a bit of an obsession. I enjoy it, but a part of my mind is always, constantly thinking about what I could be writing. Maybe it’s a case of losing the ingrained habit of writing most days. Maybe I’m afraid to start writing again. Maybe I need to set myself a goal of a modest 500 words and see where it takes me. But then again, maybe I’ll go back downstairs and start crocheting another blanket!