Somewhere in this vast interweb, I have posted a short teaser for Black is the Color. It is actually not that hard to find. In fact, most of you will find it in 2.4 seconds, and, apparently, some of you already have. In any case, it's just a little widdle scene, but it has all four of the kids and doesn't reveal too-too much about the story. Maybe just enough to spark some intrigue? So, something I've been thinking about lately is that whole "write what you know" adage. It's become particularly relevant in recent months, as I've started gaining critique partners and I've been reading the fabulous books written by my Tenners friends. I was telling Anna the other night that I loved reading her latest story because I kept spotting all of these little Anna-isms. Different phrases she uses in conversation, her interests, her beliefs--you get the picture.
My younger brother (who is not exactly all that young at 20) read BiC at the same time the others did, and one of his comments was, "I loved how you worked in all of this family stuff." Some are deliberate decisions (I love stealing family names, for example, and using them as middle names, or using birth dates as access codes or assignment numbers), and some of it just evolved naturally and didn't strike me until I read through the draft again.
The teaser scene, if you can find it, is an example of a deliberate wink to my family, specifically my dad. Way back when we were driving around Virginia/North Carolina/Maryland to look at colleges (gosh--was that really six years ago? Maybe even seven?), every single exit had either a Waffle House or a Cracker Barrel. Those were the only two culinary choices for--I want to say--80% of our drive.
How does your own life seep into your work? Or do you work hard to keep the two separate?