Jeremy and I leave for Boston for his first audition. Fingers crossed! We’ll
come home long enough to do homework and laundry, respectively, then then head
to St. Paul for audition number two. These are exciting times.
posts may be sparse for the next couple weeks.
is easily the most extraordinary book I’ve read this year. And yet it’s
difficult to write about it without giving the story away, and I want everyone to experience
it as I did, fresh and without bias.
Name Verity is the story of two young women during WWII. One was a pilot, the
other a spy, and they were best friends. The spy was captured by the Gestapo.
While this book is not overly graphic, it does not pull punches. The Nazis are sadistic
torturers and yet they are fully developed characters with secret weaknesses, love
for their children and personal dreams. The first half of the book is told by
Verity, the spy, and Kitty Hawk, the pilot, tells the remainder.These
characters remain in my thoughts.
is a book for anyone with an interest in Scheherazade, Peter Pan, unreliable narrators or simply fine writing.
though my spy novel is dead in the water, I still enjoy reading books and
articles about espionage. During World War II, the Allies used pigeons to take aerialphotographs (miniature aluminum cameras were strapped to the birds’ chests) and
to carry messages. Pigeons fly home, so each bird could only be used for
one-way transmission. Pigeons in cages equipped with small parachutes were
dropped behind enemy lines where resistance fighters tied messages to their
legs and sent them back.
the skeleton of a pigeon was found in an unused chimney in Britain. Apparently
this tiny agent had stopped to rest and was overcome by fumes. The tube
containing the encoded message is still intact and has been sent to Bletchley
Park for deciphering. I hope they figure out what it says.
currently reading Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein, and have marveled at it
so far. I may write more about this book when I finish.
spies gone bad, Spying In America by Michael J. Sulick sounds like a
well-researched and interesting non-fiction work.
November, and several of my writing friends have been reporting word counts for
NaNoWriMo on facebook and logging their progress online. As much as I applaud
their efforts, this year, like every year, I just said no to NaNo. Somehow
NaNoWriMo never fits with my writing schedule. Plus, I worry that if I tried to
achieve 1667 words each day, I’d end up with nothing useful.
week, I cut 8,000 words (4 chapters) from my manuscript. It had to be done. The
novel had veered in the wrong direction and become foundered in meaningless
details. Now, it can be finished. One of my facebook friends suggested the term
NaNoCutMo. That’s for me. Sometimes the closest exit is behind you.