Friday, November 26, 2010

An Independent Woman

I'm trying to set Marie Owen up as having an independent streak, in a time when independence in women wasn't valued. How well did I do here?

As the first vestiges of light brightened the eastern sky,  Marie let her horse follow Rulon's toward the corral. They drew up in a line behind Rod on the left side of the trail.

The cowboys had driven the chosen beef cattle down from the  mountain the previous afternoon. Now they mooed and moved around in the enclosure, as Clay went to unlatch the gate and let them out.

The moment Clay swung the gate open, a fat steer burst through the hole, and Albert, on the right side, and Rod, on the left, headed the animal toward the trail south. The other eleven steers followed. Clay mounted his horse and caught up to Albert, while Marie let Rulon follow their father. She lagged to the rear, as she had been told to do the previous day. She didn't expect to do any work, but found that she occasionally needed to urge a cow forward. Bess seemed to know what to do, so she eased up on the reins and let the horse have its head. Marie merely hung on for the ride.

After a while, Marie began to enjoy chasing the errant cows. One took off to the left, and Marie leaned forward in the saddle, put her heels into Bess's sides and yelled "Hi there!" The horse jumped forward, and set out after the cow. With Marie's vocal encouragement, Bess drove the animal back to the little herd.

Rod looked around, and rode back to where Marie followed the cows. "I don't mean for you to work the cattle, Daughter. Follow along, and if a cow escapes, call out for one of your brothers."

"I can do the job, Pa," she answered back.

He gave her a disapproving look, but said nothing else before returning to his position at the side of the herd.

"Hmm," Marie said. "He's going to allow it." She didn't dare give vent to the yell she wanted to launch. Instead, she whispered, "Yippee."


Do you like reading about women who have spunk? Or do you prefer that they be rescued from their difficulties by the Male Main Character?

Saturday, November 6, 2010

A passel of pain

On Facebook I mentioned dredging up pain from my past to bring a character to life. Those who know me well can guess what I referred to. Here's the result of this exercise in self-torture:

Marie sank against Ellen and surprised herself by bursting into tears. They spilled from between her closed lids, hot and stinging, accompanied by sobs that shook her shoulders and tore at her throat. Shame suffused her body, shame at losing control of her emotions, shame at caring so deeply about her father's ongoing slight, shame at her actions toward Bill Henry, who had only been trying to help her, after all. She sobbed on, despite Ellen's comforting embrace, despite her father's claim that he would see to her wants and needs, knowing that marriage to a reluctant Tom would never bring her the happiness Ellen enjoyed. Then she sobbed because she was a hypocrite, begrudging Ellen her joy because she was miserable. Finally, she sobbed because James was gone. James had left them, and she didn't know if she would ever see him again. Her last exchange with him had been to belittle his pain, to berate him for his heedless flight from grief. She had not said goodbye.

Do you harbor pain? Can you use it somehow to help others?

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

BIAM: Book-in-a-Month

In an attempt not to scare myself, I made a goal of writing 25 words a day for the Book-in-a-Month that's going on at ANWAWrite. It's working so far! I've exceeded my goal by several times, and on the second day, I broke 11 thousand words total in this book!

I'm gratified by the interest you all show in my work. Thank you so much!