When you write a book it's possible to spend so much time with your characters that they become real. I know that my husband for one heard me talking to these people in the bedroom where I compose.Sylvie, the socialite, .conceited and evil, .prevented Celeste, a child of twelve, from being the Queen of Hearts in her Union School play Union is the school that;s just a mile down the country road-Celeste's parents had just died and Miss Hattie England wanted Celeste to feel special.Sylvie arrived with Elvira the day before and took her to her new home in Lincoln. Poor Celeste was so discombobulated by bossy, sassy, Sylvie that she actually trhew up on Sylvie's new alligator shoes. Sylvie's feet stunk all night long. Served her right.
Elvira, a woman with leg hair so long that it needs braided, is a nothing who gets a kick out of watching /Sylvie hurt people. These parts are written with some humor but beneath the laughs, the abuse is stark and real. At one point, sweet shy, Celeste whose been shut off and isolated from the world, decides to kill herself. Something from the past shows up and she regains hope in her darkest moments.
A pedophile pastor gets a hold of her. He grooms her and prepares her for the big moment. I won't say what happens, but Elvira knows what he is and Sylvie doesn't care. she'd rather ruin Celeste than help. I was a child therapist and i write from experience I include humor to break the darkness of what's happening to a child.
Part two is joyful and funny as Celeste falls in love with a rancher who comes to Lincoln to court her. Tonight they are all in Hawaii-these people from the 30's and 40's. They're being made perfect for you to meet on paper. Editors from the Indie Author Counsel are babysitting them inside a flash drive. I just hope that they let Sylvie out long enough to wash her head in some smelly fish water, but that they also remember to give skinny Celeste an extra midnight snack. She's my baby. Goodnight...
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