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April 08, 2014

How the Novel is Coming Along. . .

I’ve been quite a while without much comment on the writing process. Actually, it’s been more of a mind-blast than writing for the last couple months, trying to bring together now numerous threads. Some of them are very important.

For instance is Octavia, the condor of the story, alive or dead? I’m just now figuring that out.

Is Chloe, a woman drawn to the wilderness, able to reconcile what happened to her sister almost twenty years ago in a way that’s neither too graphic nor, worse yet, washed out by the rest of the story? A concern.

Is Albert, the 13-year-old Scot boy whose memory about birds beckons him to a place harboring a deadly secret, going to make it to the end of the story? This could nudge this fantasy into a thriller.

And can Sean, the Australian architect who might’ve underestimated in his elaborate plan, afford to fall in love when the world is about to fall apart? A host of worries on this one, including writing the infamous “love scene on the eve of the book’s final, deadly terror.”

Leaving out at least one major plot line and a fundamental character, there’s no spoiler alert here. The story is like many others in that its construction, which is rather a series of revelations, remains obscure until it’s time to single out a scene. For instance, it wasn’t until this week that I realized a white bear or “spirit bear,” as they’re called in the Great Bear Rain Forest of British Columbia, is going to have a cameo part in this book every bit as interesting as the bizarre appearances of Octavia. Animals abound in this story. And that’s where National Geographic came through for me from the beginning of this writing adventure.

If you can still find the hordes of them that used to clog thrift store shelves (they seem to be thinning), you will find a plethora of fact-based articles on just about anybody, anywhere under the sun (and beyond). National Geographic magazines, often overlooked and filed under “only go there if you’re desperate,” need vindication. They’ve provided me with answers, with mysteries, with solid detail for three books now. I can’t say it loud enough. . . National Geographic rocks. So do many other magazines, most especially Audubon and Smithsonian. But it’s Natl Geo that’s provided answers to a near-helpless writer more than once. I’ve relied on their beauty, their interest, and most especially their accuracy. This month I’m thanking them on both my websites (
Mastering Night and Quick Fall of Light). And I will continue to thank them in my heart always.

One volume, in particular, I want to mention as providing the template of a scene that’s already been written, but will be referred to at least one more time. “The Wildest Place in North America, Land of the Spirit Bear,” came out in August 2011. The cover is unforgettable with a large white bear pawing its way through dense foliage in one of the most remote wilderness rain forests on earth. The article begins, “In a moss-draped rain forest in British Columbia, towering red cedars live a thousand years, and black bears are born with white fur.” (Bruce Barcott) The bear takes over your senses as you read about his isolated, almost perfect life and as he stretches and yawns, hunts salmon, and plucks berries right in front of the photographer. He is the epitome of wilderness, completely devoid of all fear of humankind. He is ripe for destruction in this world of shameless exploitation. I fell in love with this bear and Natl Geo’s beautiful tribute to him. He will become part of Ancestral, if I have anything to say about it, in remembrance of a time when wilderness still counted for something. . . and when a writer desperately needed this kind of bear to truly exist.

For more on the spirit (or Kermode) bear from National Geographic, please follow the link: