One of my brilliant fellow Mentees had this great idea for a Mentee blog hop where we share the inception of our novels. But before I share my story, I want to say what an honor it is to be in the 2014 group of Pitchwars participants. I was chosen as a Mentee by the incomparable Jaye Robin Brown. The woman is a rad genius, the water and sunlight to my rose and I am so lucky she she picked me. 🙂 Everyone involved has been so giving and generous and amazing! From the participants to the mentors, and of course the PitchWars creator, Brenda Drake. Thank you everyone for making this beautiful experience happen.
As for why I wrote my Literary Magical Realism Novel Le Cirque Du Literati, come close and let me show you . . .
One morning, long before dawn, the night still thick with sleep, I sat at my computer indulging in the echo of a midnight train. I’ve always had a romance with that hollow and lonely sound. I am from the Canadian prairies, after all. But this morning, while sipping my coffee, I saw two teenagers racing hand-in-hand alongside their own train in the far corner of my mind. The image was so clear, I couldn’t look away. I saw the sun shining from a cornflower blue sky, heard the chains clattering and steel on rails. I felt the wind gusting up dust on my skin as they chased the metal monster. So what does a good writer do, but start writing their story of friendship, magic, broken hearts, love, monsters, art and woe, and promise to see them through to bitter or beautiful The End.
Being a pantser, I didn’t know who they were at first, where they were heading or why. But as their story began to unfold, I knew I loved them. I hopped that train with them, sweat bullets in the face of miraculous and terrifying magicians with them. I cried with poet Josephine as she mourned her mother and drowned in fear. I held her best friend, a destitute artist named Nikolai, so riddled with self-doubt, he hid his true self from the world. I watched as the best friends fell in love. That’s when Le Cirque Du Literati opened up, and man, was it pretty. With its lavender sun, cherry-red moon, streets that move of their own accord (depending on the traveler’s needs) in a walled city above the clouds, where poetry, literature, music and art, rule. What better place to send the characters in my charge than to an enchanted Utopian circus where artists, writers, creators and dreamers are revered, not reviled, and wishes can absolutely come true?
It does sound nice, doesn’t it?
But that’s the thing about art, love and dreams. They require suffering. They demand sacrifice. They insist upon fearlessness. So while this book began with a lonely train’s whistle in the dead of night, it became a personal liberation from fear, a revolution against ignorance, a call to art and war! A story for fellow Literati fighting for their dreams and showing the world what we’re made of. That is the true heart of this story and why happiness and fearlessness will cost my Nik and Jo dearly. But I swear to be with them every step of the way, for I do love a magical circus of the mind.
Perhaps, if you are brave, we will see you there.
From one Literati to another, thank you for reading. 🙂 And, please see the links below to my fabulous, unique, beautiful and eternally enchanting fellow Mentees below, and run don’t walk to their blogs to read why they wrote their books!
Tracie Martin: WILD IS THE WIND