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Hello, old friend. I lost you when my hard drive crashed last month. And when I learned a valuable lesson.

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I was smart enough to keep CDs of some important items but losing all your favorite internet links, email files, and the junk you store, well, it hurts.

I thought these files were lost forever, too. But here they are, including my very first (I hope not last) novel. It may be terrible but I wrote it and consider it an accomplishment.

Lots of the things I lost I'm well rid of. But every once in a while, I recover a treasure.

So hello, old friend. I'm backing up and going forward.

Writer's block

I really feel terrible about stranding poor Jane and Brice. At their moment of crisis, I've found myself in the middle of my own family crisis.

And really, how do I go on? I decided I can't. Not now.

Already, they've become my friends, though. So I know I will want to revisit them and see what they are up to.

After all, I think Jane is about to fall in love. Brice is about to rediscover her lost self and I was about to write about all my favorite Brandywine Valley places.

Hang on Jane. Hang on Brice. I will be back. I promise.

Besmirching someone (or place's) good name

So here's the problem. I am writing a story about a travel writer (who never travels). So far things have gone well. Chestertown is a lovely town and I've represented it as such in the story. But now we're saying farewell and we'll be back to Chestertown.

The story needs some serious action. We've made good old Jane comfortable, confident even that traveling can be okay -- even if you don't like it one bit.

So I've added a drunk friend (we'll talk about her troubles at another time) and planned all sorts of obstacles, the fun stuff.

But the next town on our journey was to be adorable New Castle, Delaware. I love New Castle. I love the funny, dark Jessop's Tavern where you're sure a pirate with a parrot on his shoulder will come bounding at any moment. Of course, he'd come in a good mood.

I love the little shops -- except the antique shop that smells like used kitty litter and has great stuff but it's all overpriced and the owner is just obnoxious. By the way, you won't find his shop in my Frommer's guide. No publicity is better here than bad publicity. He, however, may appear in my story. His kind can ruin a lovely day of travel research; and this kind is always a surprise to me.

The streets are quaint (it's the right word here) and the history is colonial and the water views are breathtaking, especially if you like to see smokestacks and factory thingies in your view.

I like New Castle and I want to base the next section of my story here. It goes so well with Chestertown and Annapolis, the two previous locations. But I don't want to give the wrong impression -- that it's a stinky place and stay away!!

Would it be better to create a fictitious place based on New Castle?

On the other hand, didn't I just say bad publicity is better than no publicity? And, after all, there's going to be no publicity here. This is just a story among friends, right?

So. New Castle it is!

How to get from here to there. Or transitions

And then...

And then...

When I told a story as a little girl, that's how I kept the action going.

Or how about this.

And then she said...

And then he said...

Or worse,

Next he goes...

and then she goes...

Now of course my friends would hang onto my every word because the story I was telling was gripping!

And they were my friends. They were, of course, quite polite.

Style didn't matter. Just tell them. And they had their story to tell when I got done mine anyway. So hurry up, already!

I find I am doing this as I try to write this new book.

But I'm not on St. John's parking lot at lunch time anymore.

There's got to be a better way to move a story along...change the scenery, change the mood, go to the next idea.

So I looked at how other writers handled it. And I looked at the good ones: Dickens, FSFitzgerald, Dan Brown. And I noticed three things right away: a phrase of time passing (later, the next day, afterwards), movement (drive a car, cross a street, take the streetcar to the French Quarter), and description (see anything Dickens writes to see what I mean) will show time passing. And once time has passed, you can move onto the next idea.

It helps to leave an empty space, put a couple of these (***) or open a new chapter, too.

Boring writing mechanics, I guess, but I didn't really think about them until now.

And I think they might be important.

The perfect age

The female main character of just about every novel I read falls into the young adult age group.

They are young and marriageable -- Jane Austen's Jane and Elizabeth, Emma. Older women -- Emma's poor mother is long dead -- seem to be powerless or silly. Just look at the mother in Pride and Prejudice.

I'm a huge fan of Laura Lippman's novels about Tess Monaghan. How old is Tess? I'm not sure but it isn't over 40.

Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina, Flaubert's Madame Bovary, Jane Eyre, Rebecca, Tess of the D'Urbervilles. Every romance novel I've ever read. All young. Anne Tyler, I think, is the exception; her women heroines are older. I'm not sure how old they are.

I've struggled over my character's age. I want her to be 50, no! 27, no! 35. The question is what's the right age for her? I had been thinking she had to be young. See above list of books to understand my thinking. Books are about young women -- a whole life before them, endless possibilities, hopes and promise. They are inexperienced and have no past to worry about.

And that's just the problem I see here.

Jane has a past. I see her as damaged goods (lost love, disappointment in career, wounds that haven't healed.) Those memories have made this story possible. She needs to have the characteristics that have come from dealing with her past to make her future possible.

So how old does Jane need to be?

I really did start with her at age 27. But she was too young for all the troubles I wanted to throw at her. Poor young woman.

So I made her 50. But would she be pathetic still to be alone, for instance, or frightened or shy or struggling with a career change? I was afraid 50 was too old. And I wondered who would read a story about a struggling 50 year old woman.

So I gave her her youth back. Only this time, I made her 35. It didn't last.

I realized today that 50 was an interesting age. I know personally because I'm there.

At 50, all kinds of new possibilities open up. You suddenly realize 2/3 of your life is behind you so you better hurry up and live. Stop waiting; stop worrying. Love is different. It's just about you and the one you love now. Kids are grown; new kids are no longer a possibility. You're invisible. I thought that was pretty rotten when I realized it but being invisible means you can do as you damn well please. Wear purple (as the old poem goes). Jog down the street (dance if you want to even). Lots of other things, too.

Sorry, Jane. Your youth is behind you. But life is still ahead. Lots of life: a strong life, a hope-filled, love-filled life. And you don't care what anybody thinks -- finally.

As it turns out, perhaps 50 is the perfect age.

Eastern Shore...or Brandywine Valley

When I was writing the latest Frommer's Maryland and Delaware, I discovered Delaware doesn't have many books or movies that use its lovely ocean beaches, picturesque small towns or enchanting Brandywine Valley as a backdrop.

Such a pity.

So here I am 5,000 words into Souvenir Shopping (there's got to be a better title), thinking the Eastern Shore is a wonderful place to put a story -- and in fact Chestertown is one of the locations in my last (still unpublished) novel -- but that I could have a lot of fun in places like Dover, New Castle, Wilmington, and Brandywine.

Colonial towns could be a constant back drop, starting with Annapolis, then Dover, and New Castle and oh the Hagley, such a pretty place on the banks of a babbling brook, well really the Brandywine River, even if the Hagley had a tendency to blow up back in its day. Hmmm. There could be something there.

So maybe I'll back off the Maryland locations -- I was thinking old standbys of Easton and St. Michaels and adding Cambridge because I always like Cambridge. Michener used them all in Chesapeake anyway. (Oh, if this was a story of that caliber.)

Maybe I'll turn my imagination to another of my favorite places on earth. The Brandywine Valley. I look forward to my visits to the Inn at Montchanin, Winterthur, the Hagley, Nemours mansion and Longwood Gardens. With stops, of course, at my favorite restaurants, too.

Perhaps I can spend my summer there this year. At least in m mind.

Is Jane a hero for our time?

Three thousand words later and all I can think is uuuuuuuuuugh.

What is wrong with Jane?

She's as interesting (and self absorbed) as Carrie Bradshaw -- well, minus the sex.

She's not much to look at. But she could be, perhaps, but it's possible she is so self absorbed she doesn't even know it. Maybe we should ask Collin.

She's kind and resourceful. A regular Girl Scout.

No dark side. I like heroines to be saints. I like Jane Eyre. Mr. Rochester had enough dark side for all of them. I like the Japanese businessman and his translator Jen in Bel Canto. They are good men, reserved, focused on surviving rather than rescuing -- but I'm only 100 pages into the book (it's the third time but I never remember how it ends for everybody).

And I actually like people who live well though in small ways. The kind that get up early to see the sun rise. Or who talk to small children or open the door for the person behind them.

One of my favorite stories is about St. Alphonsus Rodriguez, SJ. He wasn't educated enough and he was too old (35) to be a full-fledged Jesuit out preaching the Gospel and changing the world. He answered the door at a Jesuit house in Majorca. And he answered every ring of the door bell "I'm coming, Jesus." He treated everyone with the same kindness.

Alphonsus befriended a young Jesuit filled with zeal, Peter Claver. Alphonsus encouraged the future saint to go to South America. Peter took his advice and went to Cartagena. Talk about heroism. He made it his business to board every slave ship as it pulled into port, bringing water and comfort to the Africans chained in the hold. Other people called these enslaved people just cargo, but Peter Claver saw their humanity and did what he could to ease their suffering.

What makes a hero? And how does it differ from the hero of a novel? Does Jane have to be "bigger" than she is so far? Can her small, quiet ways support a whole book that someone besides me will read?