by author, Barbara Bickmore
I have often said that if I weren’t paid so well, people would put me in a looney bin, an insane asylum.
I don’t think like you do. Or anyone else I know.
I live in a world of make believe. No one in the entire universe lives in that space I inhabit, except me. No one else in the world knows the people who dwell there with me.
I live in my mind. That world I live in is more real to me than the real world.
When you were a little kid did you hear of someone who was ridiculed because she had make believe friends? I’m a big girl (and I seem to get bigger with each passing year), and I have a multitude of make believe friends. While I live with them I am quite obsessed with them. I stalk them. I crawl into their minds and think like they would think, though often they surprise me. I mean shouldn’t I control them if the only place they live is in my head? But I don’t. I have heard other authors say the same thing. Instead of my telling the characters what to do they quite often surprise me and do things I hadn’t expected. Sounds silly, doesn’t it, that figments of my imagination should control me.
When I was writing my first novel I sat down at my computer one day and stared at it. I sort of knew where I was going but looked at that blank screen and was slightly panicked to realize it was a reflection of my mind. I hadn’t a clue what to paint on that screen. And then, from nowhere, I wrote, without even thinking, “Anoka came out of the jungle.”
Where did that name come from? Who was he? Why had he suddenly appeared? I sat there amazed. I had, and have, no idea at all where he came from. He was not premeditated. I had no idea where to fit him into my already planned book. But now that he was there, alive on that page, I felt he would lead me to some place. And he did. Though he did not become a secondary character, he became what I shall call a tertiary character, and became important to me and to the others in the book. How did he arrive?
In my second book, The Moon Below, in my outline and about two thirds of the way through the book my heroine was going to end up with a doctor, whom she had loved for years. He was not her husband. Her husband had left her, to try to sell wool in England, half the world away and was gone for five years. I loved that doctor. But my heavens, after the husband returned from England he did unexpected things that made me start to fall in love with him. Well, if I was falling in love with him, my heroine had to too. What to do about the doctor? None of this confusion had been in my mind as I started the book. How the hell, I mean what on earth, made me start falling in love with the husband and thus upsetting the last third of the book.
I had to mentally rewrite my outline (the original was on the desk of my publisher in New York City). The book ended up being not at all what I set out to write.
In my next book about China, I was two thirds of the way through it when friends, a couple in my new town of Ajijic, Mexico, and a friend visiting from California, and I went to the coast for four days in December of 1990, my first Mexican Christmas. Bill, of the couple, had heard me griping that I had writer’s block, I couldn’t figure how to go on. So one night as we sat out on the balcony in the balmy evening air he said, “Okay, tell me the story so far.” I said no, I couldn’t do that. It was involved and no one could help me anyhow. He said, “Try me. We have nothing else to do.” So in about 20 minutes I caught them up to date. He said, “Oh, easy. She’s a dove. Doesn’t believe in killing for any reason. So you have to have her kill someone.
“Next, the bandit kidnaps her from a train in the first third of the book. He does not think women have very good minds and they are below him and he would certainly never give his life for a woman. Well, what you have to do at the end is have him rescue her from a train so it’s full circle and he dies trying to save her, giving his life for a woman.”
I stared at him. How had he done that so easily? How could I put his words into a complex plot? Right after Christmas I followed all his suggestions and it was, again, not the book I started out to write, but far better.
It takes months, sometimes as many as 9 months (like actually giving birth) for my characters to gradually come to life. It’s odd how often the color of their eyes change. On page 9 they have blue eyes and on page 311 they have brown ones. It’s like pulling teeth and sometimes the agony connected with that to fully realize a character. Then, by golly, she goes off and does something so unexpected I sit and think, okay, now that’s she’s done that I’ll have to change the entire direction she’s going. And the story I thought I was telling suddenly veers away to a new direction I hadn’t planned.
Years ago I read Shirley MacLaine’s Out on a Limb. She’s written several autobiographical books. I like Shirley, but when it came to channeling, I thought, “Oh, Shirley, come off it.” She claimed that in Peru, high in the Andes, something or someone from the past channeled ideas through her that were relevant to her life or maybe our lives. It happened again when she was visiting Sweden. I thought she was a bit off, somewhat quirky I thought, perhaps too kindly.
But, my goodness, there I was channeling. I found myself sitting at my desk in Ajijic, Mexico, and I knew I was writing, but I was in a trance. I was in Shanghai, not a place to which I’d actually been, but I saw it and described it and felt that I was watching a little TV screen and simply writing down what I saw and heard. When I finished the chapter I sat back and sighed with satisfaction. Then I looked around and realized I was in my bedroom in Ajijic. I was not in the China I had been to but moments before.
I went and got some iced tea and came back and printed out what I’d written and took it and the tea out on the porch to read. I shook my head. I had not written that. Who had? Of course I’m sane enough to know that I really had written it, I had hit the keys and put the letters on the screen, printed it on the paper I had just read, but I swear I had not written it. And then I understood Shirley. I had been channeled. I simply do not know where it came from.
That has happened to me time and again. Sometimes I have to force the writing. Sometimes I have to drag the characters onto the page, force them to do the things I have planned for them. But often, at least half the time, I sit in trances, for I see and hear my characters talk and think and move. They are as real to me as....well, more real to me than real really is.
The main character is heroic, she grows to noble heights. She has great lovers, men who really and truly love her and who also happen to be great, inventive lovers, who take her to great heights, both physically and emotionally. Note I say lovers. I always have two and often three in a book. They are men as I’d like them to be. They are men I wished I’d had.
I go to countries where I want to spend time. Except for one book they have been warm countries because I want to spend the nine to twelve months it takes me to write a book in warm climates. And when I write about those countries I am there. I do not pretend that I am there. I am.
However, I am fickle. When I am through with the characters I discard them, quite completely. Can’t even remember their names a few years later, don’t recognize them even if someone mentions them. I have gone on to a new love affair and there’s nothing much deader than a dead love affair (if you are the one who has said goodbye, that is).
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An interview with Barbara Bickmore.
AP – You love to read on your Kindle. Is that what planted the idea to turn your books into Ebooks?
Barbara - The moment I saw a Kindle I knew I wanted my books digitalized. I begged my NY agent for years to do it, but they can't make enough money that way to be worth their time. So I finally took matters into my own hands and decided to do it. Thanks to my discovering Tony and Karla Locke (and Armchair Publishing),who were willing to undertake editing, digitalizing, designing covers, doing all the research necessary it has come to pass. Now they've discovered a way to bring my books out in paperback too. The best of all worlds.
AP – Since your books were only available in printed form, they had to be converted to digital. This meant copying them and then converting to digital, which resulted in unusual characters and misinterpretation of some of the words. Due to this process, it required you to go through each book, page by page, to edit and correct.
Barbara -Yes, it was tedious, reading for every comma, etc.
AP - What was it like to revisit your stories?
Barbara - It was interesting. Many times (most times) I didn't even know what was coming next. It had been a long time since I'd read them. I didn't even remember some of the characters. All in all, I decided I was pretty proud of them, particularly the historical ones, which are factually accurate. I spend a lot of time researching. Combining facts and fiction is something I love to do. I call it faction.
AP – Since the rights to your books were returned to you, this put you in the publisher’s seat. You were now in control of all aspects of your book; editing, cover design, publishing and marketing. Did you find yourself enjoying it?
Barbara - Not particularly. I do not think that generally creative people enjoy or are even good at the business side of it, the factual details. My mind likes to soar to the land of make believe not the little details of reality.
AP - Did you enjoy having creative input into the designs of your new covers?
Barbara - That was fun. And working with Tony Locke was most enjoyable. He'd take the ideas I tossed at him and come up with ideas that we'd discuss and he was a pleasure to work with, so that added to the enjoyment. I did not like all the original covers of my books. For instance, in Distant Star the heroine was wearing a kimono, whereas it takes place in China and kimonos are only worn in Japan. That irritated me. I like the details to be accurate as well as have something to do with the story.
AP - It has been quite a while since your last book was published in the U.S. Now two of your books, Stairway To The Stars and West Of The Moon, are going into print for the first time in the U.S. Are you just a little excited?
Barbara - Well, they've been out in Europe for years and I have at least a dozen book covers of them already. I like the idea that my friends and fans now have the books available to them. For over 20 years I taught high school English (American Lit) and I think once a teacher always a teacher. I think my history books will teach readers things they didn't know or weren't aware of, and I love the idea that I'm till teaching, still able to introduce new ideas to readers.
I've had women from all over the world tell me that my heroines inspired them or even changed their lives. Oh, what a wonderful feeling!
AP – Your fans want to know if you are working on anything new?
Barbara- Yes, in a couple of months I should finish a novel I've been working on for years, about the building of the Panama Canal. It will be 100 years old in 2014. People don't realize what an event it was, tying two oceans together, cutting shipping time and expenses instead of going around the world, they could go through it. It was also the largest engineering feat ever undertaken, with the Great Wall of China.
I like writing about warm sunny tropical places because it takes me at least two years to write a book and when I'm writing one, I'm mentally wherever the book takes place. Its tentative title is Rites of Passage.
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