By Donna Schlachter
Two years ago, my father
called me with an interesting proposition: write his life story, keep all the
profits, and share the movie rights.
Now, right off the bat,
he acknowledged that his story wasn’t unique: a boy adopted by grandparents who
didn’t know his “sister” was really his mother until he was thirteen years old.
However, he felt the
circumstances, the time period, and the setting would make the book unique. I
thought it was high time somebody documented the events, since everybody
involved was either really old or dead, and because I felt his family--my
siblings--should know where we came from.
Over the next six months
we met a couple of times. I recorded the time we spent discussing the book. He
gave me contemporaneous documents in the form of cash books from his father’s
store and letters between his birth mother and his father. I researched what I
could, got in touch with the town historian when necessary, and made up the
rest.
That’s right. A memoir,
and I made stuff up.
Because the truth is,
nobody knows everything that happened, or what was said, or even who was
involved. So many times I asked my dad who was with him, and he couldn’t
remember everybody.
The first edits were
interesting. I’d send it to him, and he’d send it back, “I don’t think I said
this” or “I don’t think it happened like that”. I’d ask, “Do you remember what
did happen?” “No.” “Then my version stands.”
He finally came to terms
with the fact that creative non-fiction is exactly that: creative.
We used the names of the
original people, because this was going to be a family-only version. But he
said he wanted the book published in the general market, so we agreed to change
the names and a few other details so nobody knew for certain who was being
talked about.
My dad held “his” book
in his hands three weeks before he passed. He was as pleased as punch to see
his name on the cover, to read his stories, his past.
And then he looked at me
and said, “We need another book.”
Except this time we
didn’t have two years. This time we had three weeks.
I wish I’d asked more
questions. I pray he’d be as pleased to hold this new book in his hands. Once
again, we published a family-only version first. And The Physics of Love
releases October 31st, 2016.
Hollywood, here we come!
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Donna lives in Denver
with her husband Patrick, who is her first-line editor and biggest fan. She
writes historical suspense under her own name, and contemporary suspense under
her alter ego of Leeann Betts, who Donna says is cute and perky and everything she
isn’t. She has ghostwritten several projects, but still gets a thrill out of
seeing her own name on the cover. Physics of Love, her father’s
memoir-turned-novel, releases October 2016. You can follow her and Leeann on
Facebook and Twitter, and on their blogs at: www.HiStoryThruTheAges.wordpress.com and www.AllBettsAreOff.wordpress.com . Her
websites are www.HiStoryThruTheAges.com and www.LeeannBetts.com .
Their books are available at Amazon.com in digital and print, and at Smashwords.com in
digital. Donna travels every chance she gets, and looks forward to making
things up as she goes along.