My Hero Saves Me
Today I was going to write another post about food. My little essays about food get me the most attention and followers. With my post about baking Latvian black rye bread, I had more than one hundred hits in one day. Most of my posts get me views counted in one digits. I even got a pretty decent, one hundred word start on my next post about food, but I couldn’t do it. Depression struck. Hard. A food post does not have the power to keep me at the keyboard. Or off my balcony railing.
I’m lucky if I can write at all when I’m depressed because I can’t even go out my front door when I’m depressed. I greet mornings with words that no new day should hear, but at least I get out of bed. So, I abandoned my food post for another day.
What keeps me going when I don’t want to keep going is my novel-in-progress. I am in love with my own words. I am in love with my story. I am in love with my protagonists, especially my hero.
Cameron Quinn, one of the protagonists in Bittersweet Christmas (a.k.a. A Daddy for Christmas), which is set in 1952, is a former flying ace, who flew Mustang P51 fighter planes during World War II. During the timeline of my story he’s a carefree (more-or-less) bachelor, working as an aeronautical engineer and test pilot at Boeing. He’s also a private pilot who owns a two-seater plane. He has a nice house in Seattle’s Capitol Hill neighborhood where he hopes to raise a family someday.
Cameron falls in love with Līvija Galiņa, a Latvian refugee who fled her country when the Red Army invaded in 1944. She’s the widow of a Latvian soldier and the mother of a seven year-old daughter, who was born months after her father was reported killed in action. In Latvia Līvija was a lawyer. In Seattle, she cleans other women’s houses. Līvija also lives on Capitol Hill, in a big house whose nine Latvian refugee residents include her daughter, mother, mother-in-law, sister-in-law and a single father who wold like to marry Līvija. However, she’s not attracted to him. She’s attracted to Cameron who saved her life. She feels a bit like the rope in a tug of war. Her mother wants her to marry a Latvian. Any Latvian, but preferably the housemate. Līvija’s daughter, and her own heart, tug her toward Cameron. Love of her lost country and her heritage also have a strong hold on her heart.
Latvian Cinderella meets American Prince.
Writing this story gives me joy. It gives me hope. It gives me purpose. There is no high like a creator’s high. No low like the low of those who fear they can no longer create.