“…Thus out of the farm lands, out of my husband’s interests, out of the people and things about us, out of the accounts I read and the things I imagine, I put the mosaic together, creating a character whom I respected.”
– Elizabeth Coatsworth, Authors and Illustrators of Children’s Books, pg. 93
First drafts are wild things. I think I have a sense for the characters and how things are relating. Yet, every day I work on my draft its colors shift like a sunrise, and today I wonder if I have wandered too far from what I first sensed it to be. Do I reign it back in? Or let it run it’s course?
I revisit my material — those bits and pieces of my experience that have made a particular cluster in my mind. It is their story I’m trying to tell. Am I telling it? And I wonder at my mosaic. Am I being too choppy and rough? It is one story, but I am trying to tell it in a collection of ditties, poems, and vignettes. But maybe it’s a collection because I am not weaving my material as I should … I should integrate more, yes?