AKA SAVANNAH SIGHS (until an editor said—Weird Title while judging a portion of the manuscript in a contest)
This is release week of my first book. It’s been an exciting ride. And it’s made me think back on when I first came up with the idea for the story.
I have three sisters and we take a long weekend together every year. We’ve been doing this for 23 years. It started with our mother. (And dad used to pick up the costs—was that fun!) But now it is just the four of us. And for reasons that would take up another blog, one sister is designated the social director. This rotates in age order each year.
In 2007 I was the social director—I had the power! (Did I mention we are four type A sisters?) I found a reasonable airfare, back then you could, and we flew into Atlanta. There we spent the afternoon at the Aquarium and the Coca-Cola museum. (Don’t knock it until you’ve taken the tour!) We stayed in Atlanta that night and then drove to Savannah. I saw cotton for the first time. I’m a Midwest girl. It’s too cold to grow cotton up here.
We drove into the historic district and the trees and Spanish moss enchanted me. You have to slow down in Savannah, because so many of the streets are one-way. After making our way down to River Street for dinner, we took a ghost pub crawl that night. I can’t remember the exact stories, only that the guide was a great story teller. We walked from pub to pub and the guide would stop near an alley or a house or in the pub and tell his tales.
And of course, according to the staff, the Inn where we were staying had ghost sightings. On our floor. We didn’t see any spirits, unless you call waking up in the middle of the night and being startled because one of your sisters hung their robe on the spindle of the bed a spirit.
We wandered around town, ate in wonder old mansions and that is when I got to thinking: what if sisters were trying to turn their crumbling mansion into a Bed and Breakfast.
There were a few things in the first draft that didn’t make it to the final book. A ghost, Aunt Persephone, who likes to chase Reggie the cat. There were initially four sisters, now there are only three. There was a wedding, but it’s been moved to Book two.
I called our sister trip successful!
Do you have anything special you do with your sisters or brothers? Or even your family?
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