The Day My Character Became Too Real
It's a great privilege to be able to write with my mom. I know you'll enjoy her thoughts on what it was like trying to write False Identity in the midst of a personal crisis.
--Jennifer
The Day My Character Became Too Real
By Sandra Poole
--Jennifer
The Day My Character Became Too Real
By Sandra Poole
When Jenn and I started writing our first draft
of False Identity, and I tried to put onto paper all that our heroine, Chancy,
was experiencing as she tried to pick up the pieces after her husband’s
untimely death, I had no way of knowing that I would soon be headed down that
same path. A few weeks later, my husband was diagnosed with lung cancer, and
our lives came to a screeching halt.
The novel was put aside as we researched
treatments for cancer, then traveled all over the country, trying to find alternative
treatments after his oncologist told us there was nothing else that could be
done for him. After a fierce battle, John ultimately succumbed to the disease,
and I lost him.
I went on survival mode and couldn’t think of
writing or anything else for over a year. When I was finally able to write
again, I revisited the first scene in the book where Chancy is grieving over
her loss. This time, I didn’t have to wonder in the slightest how she felt—I
knew it so intensely that it rocked me to the core. I simply couldn’t go there
because it was too sad. I told Jenn that she would have to take the lead on
those parts because it was too painful for me.
I can testify now that the old adage “write what you know” does have
merit, but I never would’ve voluntarily chosen to have that particular
experience. I still miss my husband terribly, but I have found the strength to
continue on and live my life the best way I can. In this life, we all
experience trials and heartache. It’s our responsibility to glean something
positive from adversity and if possible, share our experiences with others.