Not so easy. This is a story about a boy who grows up in Hitler Youth. It’s complicated.
Let me back up. Way back to the spring of 2005. It was a serendipitous moment when my husband and I had our friend Mark and his father Emil over for supper. Emil started telling stories about how he, as a teenager after the war, had to walk over 200Km (125 miles) to find his family.
My muse began talking to me.
It’s not like I was a history buff. I’d lived in Germany, so that had stirred up an interest, but I’d never imagined writing about the war. You’d need to be expert to do that. Right?
Instead I wrote a movie short, about Emil’s journey. I tried to imagine my own teen sons walking, not only that distance, but through rubble and destruction, without money or food. No maps or GPS.
To research that, I had to read up on the Hitler Youth movement. People who lived through that as children and are still alive today don’t like to talk about it. There’s a reason why. The more I read, the more fascinated I became and the idea to write a novel about a fictional boy named Emil materialized.
My parents in-law were children in Germany during the war. I’d heard some of their stories and decided to include some of their real life experiences in my fictional account. Now I was reading everything I could get my hands on about the Hitler Youth movement (not a lot) and WW2 (tons), plus watching movies and documentaries.
And I began to write. Plot, write, edit write. At the time the manuscript had the boring name of The Long Walk Home.
And though the idea was good, the writing wasn’t. I still had a ways to go when it came to developing my writing chops, plus, I had bitten off way more than I could chew.
Life went on. We moved and moved again. I worked full time, saw two of my kids graduate. Kept reading about the war. Kept writing. Had people read and critique.
Started querying. Got requests. Then rejections. Lots of rejections.
By this time I’d come up with a better title, but I’d lost steam on writing and re-writing it. Finally, I’d had enough. No more war!
I put PLAYING WITH MATCHES away for over a year. I needed to work on something new. Something light and fluffy. I began CLOCKWISE. You couldn’t get any different—real-life horror/historical to time travel romance. I loved writing CLOCKWISE. And the funny thing is, this is the book that snagged an agent!
Once CLOCKWISE was picked up, I felt ready to go back to work on PWM. The first thing I did was convert it from first person to third. Amazing how big a difference that made. I did more re-writing and with bated breath, sent it off to Agent Awesome.
And she loved it! Enormous sigh of relief. Now for the agent edits. Hopefully, not too hard?
We did a first pass. Fingers crossed, is that enough? Nope. Second pass. Almost, but nope.
This last set of notes got me thinking. I didn’t really know the motivation behind my adult characters. I didn’t really know what happened before WW2, and what had shaped the psyche of the people to set them up to accept Nazism?
Drat. That could only mean one thing. More research. I couldn’t get away with knowing about WW2 only. I had to study WW1 and everything that happened in between.
This is what it means to be a writer. This is why it’s called work. I’m now reading a honking 600 page book on the Empire of Hitler.
It’s incredible and fascinating. I hope it will help me nail PWM (finally). And it’s why I’ve had to set my experiment with structure aside, for however long it takes.
What about you? Do you find you have to keep going back to do more research in order to get the layers your book needs? Do you share my love/hate relationship with the book that will not finish?