“What was it like in the sixties, Grandma? Was it as wild
and crazy as it sounds? Was all that drugs, sex and rock n’ roll stuff for
real? What about the war and the draft? Didn’t people just choose to enlist or
something?”
Have you ever heard this from a teenager in the family who
has perhaps finally seen “Hair” on TV on an old movie channel or come across
some tattered psychedelic record albums in your stash? Maybe you don’t remember that era yourself. After
all, those who do are no longer the proverbial “spring chickens.” (And what the heck is a “fall chicken” may I
ask?)
When the idea to do a PAX of stories set in the sixties
first surfaced many months ago, my antenna went right up and I knew I wanted to
do one. For a month or two, I wasn’t sure what I would write about but then one
day Riki popped out of that dark, hidden storage space where writers keep ideas
or where ideas lurk until we need them. I could just picture him and in a few
instants he became totally real. Then the issues and troubles and dreams of
that time and place began to crowd my thoughts as well. I wasn’t at Woodstock
but I do remember those times…
Next I had to find a foil for Riki. The two young men would
have to be total opposites, at least on the surface. All at once here comes
Jerry, a proper nerd. He’s way out of his element which was a very small and
conservative town in the “piney woods” of east Texas whereas Riki called New
Orleans home. Jerry’s folks were almost poor while Riki’s were very well off.
Other than being of a similar age, the two had almost nothing in common. They
were as different as Jerry’s beat up Volkswagen bug and Riki’s red Corvette.
Once they both started talking to me, the fun began. Their
story took some twists and turns I had no idea were going to happen until they
did. That is my modus operendi when
it comes to writing. If I start out with an outline and all kinds of markers,
roadmaps and schematics, the story is DOA. It’s got to come new and raw to me
just as if I was reading it for the first time. I truly do feel as if I am
taking dictation while the characters sometimes argue and try to shout each
other down as they tell me what happens. That’s the excitement to me. Later I
have to go back, edit and sometimes tweak things a little bit to bring it all
into a neat package but the outline—if any, such as a synopsis--is always
written after the story. Just the way I used to do for term papers back in my
own school days long, long ago!
The title came along almost simultaneously with the
characters. As I acknowledge in an author’s note in the book, the iconic film
did not come out until 1969, two years after my story takes place. However I am
sure the term was already in the vernacular to some degree and it just has a
sixties feel. It fit and I chose to
use it! Anyway, I invite readers to step through a time portal and experience
the sixties through the lives of two young men coming of age at that time,
whether it is your first visit or a nostalgic look back.
If you recall “smoking dope, snorting coke and trying to
write a song” or “Purple Haze” or Kent State, flower power and “make love, not
war,” this bud is for you. Somewhere I expect there is a Riki and a Jerry,
maybe still together after all these years and still doing something related to
music, perhaps in Nashville or LA or even
a place that only exists in their world. Do you think? I’d like to believe
that, anyway.
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Midnight Cowboys by Deirdre O'Dare is now available at Amber Allure.
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I love stories with opposites attract theme. I look forward to reading this one.
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