Now that I’ve got that out of the way, yesterday my husband and I were enjoying a lazy Sunday morning with our espresso, lemon biscotti, and taking turns giving some very spoiling belly rubs for our Italian Greyhound, Enzo.
Out of the blue, hubby suggests we dig into the large bin of photographs we have sitting in a closet, collecting dust. (He got major allergies from it!) Photographs, I know range from vintage 1920s in Italy, to a few years ago.
You must be wondering, why bring this up? You went down memory lane, good for you.
Well, I’d been on a hunt looking for my grandparents’ wedding photo for about a whole year now that I thought I had lost it! (I won’t admit that to my dad, and keep making him think I never had the photo in the first place).
Luckily, as it turns out- I did give that photo back, or perhaps he snuck it back (my dad is sneaky like that) because we found it yesterday along with several other pictures that are so damn nostalgic, they filled in a very important scene I was missing in my book.
A scene, I had forgotten over the course of time and overlooked it in my outline because I have been spending more time on creating the fictional aspects of Farewell, I forgot to include one my absolute favorite part of their real story.
A pivotal part, because knowing their romantic beginnings and knowing their tragic fate- the part of their relationship I almost forgot to include would have shown a deep void in the book and been noticeable to the readers.
You can’t begin to imagine the excitement I am bursting with over this! I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. My book is coming along nicely, but the I hadn't realized the story was missing one of the most romantic parts- and somehow the universe conspired to get us to dig in that box of photos, come across the exact photo I thought was lost, and remind my flighty little memory of the best part of their story.
It is something in their history that I asked myself for years, how did it go so wrong then? It was such a fairytale that it was difficult to fathom they couldn’t work things out.
That my grandfather would go that far.
So I decided to make it up since I don’t have all the answers. Sadly, not my grandparents or my mother can answer it for me- so Farewell, my Loves as a fictional novel was born.
It is about their beginnings and their end, but it has some embellishments of my own. Some, that as a first time writer I wanted to experiment with and mostly because like I mentioned earlier, I don’t have the direct sources anymore to make it a memoir or an entirely true account of their story.
The photographs are so beautiful. I want to share them with everyone, but I think I’ll hold off on it for a bit longer. Maybe closer to publishing if you’re all interested enough! ;)
But I invite you to go ahead and ask away; I love chatting about books, my book, my grandparents’ story, etc. etc.