The year was 2006 and the rejuvenating promise of Spring was in
the air. I was visiting family and friends in my former stomping grounds
of Omaha, Nebraska. There were many sights and sounds to experience, but
soon all of that weekend would be centered on one night...and one word.
After settling into my
weekend accommodations, I ventured out into the city, literally just around the
corner, to visit Jody. Jody has been given many names over the years
(partner in crime; the elusive Jody; the ol' standby; Debbie A; my muse) but
first and foremost she has been called my friend.
That fateful Friday
took us to a movie/music store, a book store, a department store's brassiere
section, a restaurant (probably Spaghetti Works) and then finally back to
Jody's apartment. Once there, we stretched out on individual couches as a
refreshing breeze wafted through her open patio door. Hydrating and
talking commenced, with a myriad of shifting-changing subjects to entertain our
minds. Night and conversation dutifully marched on, leaving us in the dim
darkness of a distant streetlamp. This is when the subject of soap operas
was brought to light.
We spoke of the fun
things about soaps, along with the eye-rolling things. At the time, I was
watching One Life to Live fairly faithfully and barely
keeping up on General Hospital. Jody was not watching
any soap at the time, but she freely admitted to once being hooked on suds,
specifically The Bold and the Beautiful. She mentioned
a uniquely named character and how annoying it was when an overly emotional
female character would cry out his name...
"Oh, Whip!"
Whip sent me into a paroxysm of laughter.
In hindsight, it was not only the unique name, but also Jody's interpretation
of a needy soap character that caused my outburst. I was laughing so hard
that I nearly spilled my glass of water, and I continued sporadically laughing
until it was bedtime. Jody offered me a couch, but I had a bed waiting
for me, literally just around the corner.
Back at my weekend
accommodations, I tucked myself in and tried to fall asleep, but my mind had
other plans. I kept hearing Jody's Oh, Whip, which sent me
back into hysterics until the gears in my head started turning. What
could I name a character which would be a similar name to Whip, but wouldn't be
Whip? I asked myself. The answer came quickly...
Crop, as in riding
crop.
Another paroxysm of
laughter drove me out of bed to the light switch and my luggage, where I kept a
handy little notebook. I quickly wrote the name Crop,
but I knew he needed a last name. Within seconds, Hoppins was
written down, and I knew he was a stable boy...NO...a former stable
boy! Then I figured he needed a love interest, so Cheryl was
created, and I knew she was from a rich family. A rich family with the
most pretentious sounding last name I could think of...Van Der Van!
A great love affair needs a complication and this came in the intriguing
name of Luchia Diego, who I knew was married, bored, but
relished her status in society. Therefore, -Smith was
soon attached to her last name. Last, but certainly not least, I knew a
situation such as this needed a character who knows more than he is letting on.
A gardener...NO...a one-armed gardener! A one-armed gardener named Dinkel!
With gleeful, possibly
maniacal laughter, the initial seeds of Dark Excursions were
planted and taking root in my soon slumbering mind. The weekend quickly
passed and I arrived home with a plan to write one chapter for Jody as a cheeky
wink and nod to our late night soap talk. After finishing that first
chapter, I realized Dinkel was absent and unmentioned, which I considered a
terrible slight on my part. So I wrote a second chapter, but then I
wondered about Cheryl's mother, who had been discussed in an overbearing, omnipresent
way. Once a third chapter was completed, I knew I had to write more
because I wanted to know more about these emotionally damaged characters and
the tightly controlled universe they inhabited.
Now, after years of
writing, editing, failed attempts at finding a literary agent, more editing,
e-books, and yet even more editing, a print edition of Dark
Excursions at long last became available on April 4, 2015.
Seeing my childhood dream of being a published author (albeit
self-published) is exciting and satisfying. Maybe I didn't go through
traditional channels, but I'm utterly fine with this because I have rarely been
traditional.
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I love this origin story for your book, Jody sounds a great pal too for inspiring you... off to check Whip out...
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by, Gill! I hope you enjoy the result of my fantastically fun night with my friend.
DeleteNow I don't know whether to laugh or cry, seems Whip short for Whipple... why?????
ReplyDeleteMaybe both laugh and cry! If my name was Whipple, I would definitely go by Whip! Lol
DeleteGood point!
DeleteI remember this post now. And poor Whipple, but happy he inspired it all. You gave such amazing apt soapy names to your characters, if they ever bring back those Prime Time soaps they should so call you up for inspiration..
ReplyDeleteYou're right, if some producer ever reboots those shows, they should totally call me! LOL
DeleteIt was fun but I did have to occasionally remind the characters who was really in charge. Lol
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