I’m in a bit of a writing funk. It happens. While Evangelina Takes Flight continues to do well (for which I am thankful), my 2nd book, Call Girl, is in an awkward “in between place.” I thought my manuscript was done, but I’m at it again, trying to strengthen the plot. A writer has to be in JUST the right place mentally to make revisions. I’ve only recently gotten back into my craft after shelving the manuscript for 5-6 months. I KNOW this book will do well. The target audiences are those in the #MeToo movement (I’ve been there) and women who’ve struggled with post-partum depression and work/life IMbalance (I’ve been there) – subjects that represent a gap in the fiction market.
For those who may not know much about Call Girl, it’s a complete departure from Evangelina Takes Flight which is based loosely on my paternal grandmother’s life. Call Girl is based loosely on a period in my own. The late 1980s. The days of Madonna, Full House, Reaganomics, Pretty in Pink and my own existential crisis.
No, I was never THAT kind of call girl, but I was a call center manager at a major daily newspaper. In my first year of management, I also became a naïve, completely flustered and bewildered new mom at the age of 22.
I was never a good babysitter. Couldn’t get the kids to behave or go to bed or take a bath or stop screaming or stop beating each other up or quit picking their nose and using the byproduct as a snack. In short, I sucked. Kids made me nervous. Kids made me want to be “energized” via the Star Trek transporter – broken into a million pieces and transported to another place and time. Beam me up, Scotty!
The early stage of first-time motherhood was different than babysitting – it was worse. I had terrible post-partum depression and our son had off the charts colic for 6 months!
I started writing Call Girl to chronicle that painful (and joy-filled? exhausted? confused? guilt-ridden?) period, so other women would know they’re not alone. God, I felt SO alone during that time.
What the book became was something quite different than what I expected. It’s been incredibly satisfying to experience where my mind has taken it. While some parts of the book represent my own personal truth, it’s a fiction, with much of it, well … entirely fiction.
Call Girl is the story of Julia Navarro-Nilsson, a spunky, ambitious newspaper call center manager who’s denied a well-deserved promotion for rebuffing her sleazy, skirt-chasing boss’ sexual advances. To avenge the injustice, all she has to do is make it through her post-partum depression, defend herself against a bogus union grievance, manage her nutty employees and solve a salacious workplace mystery she knows will expose her boss for the SOB that he is.
Got to get through the revisions to make it happen! As stated in a previous post, being an author is not for the faint of heart, easily discouraged or terribly impatient. Only my personal best will do, so off I go to write some more.
Wish me luck!