I’ve been thinking about writing a second novel for awhile . . . well . . . since I finished the first one actually. But since the first one didn’t sell, I’ve pushed the idea back, down underneath more productive pursuits, put it in the closet. I felt too indulgent to write a second work of fiction, to take the time to do it, when I couldn’t sell the first one. Stick to what works, girl.
But it keeps bubbling up, like one of those wack-a-moles. Today I read, “When a man’s willing and eager, God joins in.” Ahh. I am willing. I am even eager. Perhaps this feeling I’m having is the presence of God joining in.
This is the idea. It’s based on a true story of adoption gone horribly wrong where a family adopts a boy from a foreign country, but when he doesn’t perform on cue like the family’s other children, doesn’t hug and snuggle and display affection like they do, the mother becomes more and more displeased with him. She begins to deny him love, food, the basics of childhood that her other children take for granted. Her struggle with him becomes so profound that she can’t stand the sight of him. He reminds her that she isn’t perfect, something she simply cann’t allow for . . . so she divorces him.
While her husband, who loves the boy deeply, sits by and does nothing – she divorces this otherwise perfect boy, goes through the complicated legal process of kicking him out of the family. The novel is the story of what happens to her after dismissing a child – HER child – and what happens to him after being rejected by the only two women who ever mattered to him, his biological mother and his adopted mother.
What do you think? Is there a novel there?