When my first novel, WANNA GET LUCKY, hit the shelves in 2010, I was interviewed by a great guy assigned to write a piece for the Arizona Republic. His first comment to me was, “I thought writing a novel was a personal, solitary affair, but according to your acknowledgements, it takes the population of a small town in Iowa to write yours.”
Okay, so I did thank half the people who were still talking to me by the end of the tortured process of birthing a novel, but truly, they all played a part. And, through the few years and three novels since then, I’ve found my writing process is a bit unique, though not unheard of.
I love communal writing—stories by committee.
This is especially laughable since in “real” life I do not play well with others. Ask me to join a committee or go to a meeting and you’ll need to bring the tranquilizer gun to get me there.
But give me the opportunity to spend the day gathered around a table with my best friends (Lucky’s aunts) Barb and Maria, each of us half-hidden behind our computers tapping out our deathless prose, and I’d sell my grandmother to be there.