I heard from my agent about the Darwin novel, who asked me if I might write an epilogue. One occurred to me immediately, a scene that took place twelve years after the publication of Origin. Consequently, I’m back looking at the Darwin novel, which feels like crawling into flannel sheets when the weather turns chilly in the autumn.
Einstein presents a different kind of challenge. Darwin’s family was enough like my own Victorian upbringing, that the challenge has been elsewhere. Einstein was at least verbally abusive–with other possibilities looming in the divorce documents–that is so unlike anything I’ve experienced in my own family life that I’ll have to lean on research and other writers. Mary Karr?
About Nancy Pinard
Professionally-speaking, Nancy Pinard is an author-educator who spends her days writing, teaching, reading, and researching for her writing and teaching. She is the author of two published novels, Shadow Dancing and Butterfly Soup, and numerous short stories. She has taught the craft of fiction writing in many venues including Sinclair Community College, University of Dayton Life-Long Learning Institute, Antioch Writers' Workshop, Mad Anthony Writers' Workshop, and Molasses Pond Writers' Workshop.
Personally, her faith is what sustains, inspires, and motivates her to continue to explore meaning through literature.
"You are right in demanding that an artist approach his work consciously, but you are confusing two concepts: the solution of a problem and the correct formulation of a problem. Only the second is required of the artist." Anton Chekov to Alexei Suvorin, October 27, 1888
Love your analogy re flannel sheets..keep me informed as to the progress!..