One Author's Journey #5

All of the books I write reflect things from my life. It was time to write book #5, Timothy’s Home. Someone recommended a wonderful book for writer for me called The Art of War for Fiction Writers. There are a lot of exercises to hone writing skills in this book. One of them went like this (more or less):

Suppose there is a truck driver driving really fast down the highway. (Are you thinking of a hairy guy right now?

Now, the truck driver is a woman. (Tough gal?)

What if she is in a wedding dress or a formal and in full makeup?

 

When I read this, I searched my mind for how to apply this to a book set in the 1800s. What were the ‘trucks’ then? Who would be my victim-woman driving? After a brief period of contemplation, I decided that the biggest of the ‘big rigs’ of that time had to be the Twenty Mule Team. That thought took me down a road I had travelled fifty years before.

 

I was three and my nephew was five. We were inseparable and usually into some kind of trouble. Of course, wasn’t most of it the nephew’s fault? (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.) Anyway, my fifteen year old brother had a magnificent model of the Twenty Mule Team Borax. Somehow, the reins got all twisted up and it was destroyed. For fifty years my brother was a little bitter about this. Once in a while he mentioned that he saw one at an antique store or on eBay. This niggled at my mind a lot.

 

One summer we were in Denver and visiting our oldest son’s in-laws. The grandfather showed us the house he had built. In the basement there was a twenty Mule Team Borax model. I was so excited and remarked that I needed to find one for my brother. Our son’s father-in-law said he had one he would send to me. The problem was that it needed to be put together. I told him I thought that would be fine.

 

A couple of weeks later I got a really small package in the mail. It was half the size of a shoebox. I couldn’t guess what it was. When I opened it, I almost cried. It was a model ready to be put together. Even the mules came in two pieces. I had never put together a model in my life, so I called my brother and told him I found a model. He said that he would appreciate it if I would put it together for him. (?)

 

I begged Terry to help me put the thing together. He gave me one whole day. He put together all twenty mules. The wagons were detailed and there were even little men that went with it. Terry also routed a pretty board and put the recommended finish nails every so many inches to hold the mules in place. The day was over and I was on my own.

 

There were documents in with the model and when I studied the instructions, I found some interesting facts about the twenty mule teams and how they worked. After reading the short study there, I looked up a lot of things on the internet. It was very interesting. While I painted and distressed the wagons and put everything together for a few weeks, I contemplated the lives of the people who worked on these wagons.

 

Some of the plot of Timothy’s Home unfolded there on my dining room table. When I finished the model, I wrote the book and felt blessed that I could share the wealth of information I had learned and not let it go to waste.  As it happened, we went to New Mexico to see my brother and present him with the finished product. It was fifty years late, but he was touched by my efforts. I love my brother so much. It was worth the time and effort to see the look on his face that day.

 

The next book was a glimpse into my dad’s life. (He was born in 1909)