Debut Romantic Suspense author J. Wachowski writes about her art.
A long time ago, I read that a finished piece of art (book, painting, or song) is the beautiful corpse of a time of creation. Sounds a little creepy but that idea resonated in my head. A writer gives a book energy and passion to bring it to life. After the story’s complete, it exists separate from you.
“The End” always brings a mix of relief, accomplishment, and sadness. I celebrate with a present. I find a piece of art to represent the story--a print, painting or photo—something to hang in my office, maybe? Sometimes, I find the perfect thing at a craft fair. Sometimes, they come from friends or family.
Sometimes, there’s magic involved.
After I wrote my first mystery, In Plain View, I happened to wander into a store up the road from my house. There was a poster on display. A panorama photograph of a farm house surrounded by weather worn fences and bare limbed trees.
My story is set in the deep Midwest, where hundred year-old oaks rise from oceans of grass. These trees embody survival. Shaped by fire, lightning, drought and snow, they rarely have perfect forms. They’ve seen too much for that.