I remember pretty clearly the day I met Vann Scott, the protagonist in my novel The Happiness of Truth.
It was a hot August morning and I was reading the newspaper on the back deck. There was an article about a woman trying to come to terms with the loss of her father.

I sat for a minute to reflect on the day my own dad died when, all of a sudden, Vann popped into my head. She was standing in the middle of a funeral home, trying to make sense of the nonsensical moments that these events are mired in. I was drawn to her immediately.

She didn't have a face or an age, but she did have a name. Vann. I have no idea where it came from.

That moment that I met her eventually became a chapter in my book, though I didn't write it then. I lived with her in my head for a few more months, just trying to get to know her.

When I began to write in earnest, I started with the funeral scene as Chapter One.

Interesting how things develop, because most of that chapter no longer exists and, what does, is buried deep within the manuscript.

I would soon come to learn that with Vann nothing is as you expect it to be.

So, that's how we met. Funny thing is, if she were real, I don't even know if we'd be friends. I feel like a bad mother, or something, for saying that. But, it's true. Does that seem weird to you?
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message 1: by Kjr (new)

Kjr Not weird at all. Incisive.


message 2: by Rick (new)

Rick Campbell The fact you don't know whether you would be friends with Vann is not a reflection on you. It's a testament to the extraordinary journey this book took you on.


message 3: by Beth (new)

Beth Thompson Rick wrote: "The fact you don't know whether you would be friends with Vann is not a reflection on you. It's a testament to the extraordinary journey this book took you on."

Hmmm, never thought of it that way. cool.


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