Someone once said that novelists are like bowerbirds, continually collecting glistening treasures or colourful scraps of material wherever they can and storing them away in a safe place, ready to weave into that next wonderful, creative piece of writing. Yet this isn’t something they necessarily do on purpose, I believe. More often than not, it’s as if these treasures force their way unbidden into the writer’s mind and imagination and remain there, ready for the picking when the moment comes.
Two weeks ago, my third novel ‘Laura’ was launched. ‘Laura’ was inspired by the life of a friend who happens to be blind. Many early events in the novel grew out of snippets of information she shared with me about her own growing up years as someone with a perceived ‘disability’ – times when she learnt to be strong and to live life the same as her sighted brothers and sisters did. But these facts are woven together with others gleaned from research, along with people, places and events that I created from my own imagination. Now, three years after completing the novel, at times I find it hard to remember what came from where and to tell the difference between fact and fiction myself.
On the other hand, I’ll never forget where the ideas for some specific events later in the novel originated – for example, the moment when Laura first hears the words of the old hymn ‘Be Thou My Vision’. You see, I was there when my friend did just that. Then there’s the occasion when Laura helps a friend choose her wedding dress – and again, that is very close to the truth. Let me tell you what really happened, as I remember it.
While visiting my friend where she now lives in the States, I needed to find a dress to wear to our son’s wedding. One day at a huge clothing store, I tried on outfit after outfit, becoming more and more frustrated and embarrassed in the process. Then my friend, who cannot see at all, held out a dress with matching jacket she had chosen from one of the racks and suggested I try it on.
It was not quite the kind of outfit I had in mind, yet, reluctant to offend her, I put it on – and immediately loved it! I wore it proudly to the wedding and have kept it as a reminder of God’s grace to me ever since. You see, while I know my friend chose the outfit by feeling the lovely soft fabric of the dress itself and the trimmings and pattern of the matching brocade jacket, I know too that all the time she was praying for just the right dress for me. And God heard her prayers – and mine.
So yes, novelists are indeed like bowerbirds – but with good reason. That’s how God made them to be, I reckon. And if that’s the case, then I’m happy to join their ranks and admit to being a ‘bowerbird’ any day!