Last week, a white-out blizzard hit Iowa, my first winter back in Iowa since 1981. It was the perfect time to finish reading my best novel, Snow Babies.
I have reread this book at least seven times since finishing the final edit. The humor still makes me laugh. Some of the most poignant moments still make me cry. And I recognize my former students in some of the main characters. Not that any of those same students could recognize themselves after my total rewrite of who they actually are. The key is the inner goodness that is evident in each of the young-adult characters. I know who they are better than they themselves do. And, of course, I recognize the blizzard. I went through it long ago in the 1970s. I can still savor the complex and well-woven multi-level plot. It really is my best shot at writing a memorable story.
Catch a Falling Star 