Friday, June 09, 2006
How I dreamed up Dreaming Maples
How the Dream Started:
Like all dreams, it’s hard to know exactly when this one started. Maybe it was the day in April of 1985 when I walked away from a plum job as a staff reporter for The Wall Street Journal in New York, pushing my infant daughter in her carriage. Smitten with motherhood, I knew my workaholic days in corporate America were over. My family and I picked up and moved to a peaceful farmhouse in the country.
Or maybe the dream really took hold on that cold February afternoon in 1991, when a good friend and I were sipping tea in her living room. By then, I had three children. My third was a toddler bouncing on my lap. At one point in the afternoon, my friend got up to go to the kitchen.
I sat, staring out the window into the grey maples. Suddenly, without a bit of warning, I saw someone. An old woman. She was walking in between the stark grey winter trees. She wore a long grey coat and carried two magnificent pails that seemed to be hammered out of gleaming silver.
The vision was so real that I felt like I could touch the soft grey wool of her coat. I could see the light sparkling off those pails and the silver hair cascading over the woman’s shoulders. Like all the visions I’ve had since, this one was more real than a movie. It was a world coming alive inside me. Or better yet, I was coming alive inside this other world.
The woman never looked at me directly. Nor did she speak a single word. But I heard something. She called to me. It was a calling that reached deep into my heart. I knew, without question, that I would follow the woman. Wherever she led.
I had no idea how far we would go. That she would lead me deep into the maple tree forest. And into a landscape that I would come to know so well that I could draw maps. Name roads. See fences and grass, shadows playing on trees and snowy pastures. I would come to know the old woman, too, and all her relatives and friends. I would go so far as to invite them to my fortieth birthday party. And to the party I threw when I passed my doctoral exams.
You see, the old woman was responsible for me getting a Ph.D.
For six months after she first appeared in the woods that cold February afternoon, though, she led me absolutely nowhere. Busy with my children and a part-time job, I stopped thinking about her. Figured she had disappeared for good.
Until. That hot July Saturday. 1991. My children were playing in the yard. All of a sudden, I glanced out to the road. There, flying by, was a motorcycle. A young man drove and on the back was a young woman. Her belly was a dense sack jammed up against her boyfriend’s jacket. The young woman, I realized in horror, was nine months pregnant and just about to give birth.
I gasped. Pointed. What was that?
Another vision. But why? Why would a young woman decide to ride a motorcycle on the day she was having a baby? And was she related to the old woman in the woods? It seemed impossible. It seemed like the two visions had nothing to do with each other.
Except. A few weeks later, the third vision linked the first two. I saw the same young woman from the motorcycle lay her baby in the woods. In the same maple tree forest where the old woman had walked, carrying the pails.
I wasn’t sure what it all meant. I had no idea why I was being selected to have these vivid, very vivid, visions.
But I knew one thing. I was compelled to start writing.
Something. Something that I would soon begin calling “The Long Thing I’m Writing.”
It would take me nearly a year to work up the courage to call my literary zygote “my first novel.
It would take five years to write, and three years to revise and revise.
All in all, it would be a decade before the book was ready to appear in the world.
I invite you to enter the forest where Dreaming Maples lives. Meet Audrey. Let her be your guide.
And then, I hope, you will decide to stay long enough to read the whole book.
To order Dreaming Maples, go to http://www.amazon.com OR
contact Claudia Ricci directly at ClaudiaJRicci@gmail.com and she will sign a copy and mail it to you directly!!!