I don’t know if this happens to other writers, but I’ve had
some strange things happen during the writing of a book. I once turned a manuscript into my editor at
the same time another writer turned in hers.
Oddly, enough, our protagonists shared the same first names and
professions. There were also many other
similarities throughout our manuscripts, and all had to be changed.
Another time I was hiking a trail in Mammoth when I met a
geologist who was the spitting image of the geologist hero in the book I was
working on. Even weirder, his first name
was Damian and I’d named my hero Damon. Close enough, right?
But the strangest thing that happened occurred recently. I’d
been toying with the idea of taking a DNA Ancestry test for quite some time, so
my daughter decided to gift me with one for Christmas. The results were pretty much what I expected,
with one surprise. It turns out that the outlaw Jesse James and I share a
common ancestor.
The timing was especially weird since Jesse James played a
major role in the book I had just completed. Come to think of it, it’s not the
first time Jesse James had popped up in one of my books, and I can’t count how
many blogs I’ve written about the outlaw.
That’s because Jesse is an interesting person to write about.
He’s been the subject of many movies and books and that’s made it difficult to
separate fact from fiction. Not only was he controversial, he had both a light and
dark side.
The son of a Baptist minister, Jesse loved publicity and was
known to pass out press releases to witnesses at his holdups. He had no qualms
about exaggerating his exploits and even his height. He might also be the only person on record to
have taken his gang on his honeymoon. I don’t know what his bride did while and
he and his gang robbed a stage. Maybe
she went shopping.
Though he lived for only thirty-four years, there was never
a dull moment. Jesse James was a Confederate guerrilla, survived two bullets to the chest and once overdosed on
morphine. He also claimed to have murdered seventeen people, though some think
that’s also an exaggeration on his part.
He went by many aliases, but his nickname was Dingus because
he shot off the tip of his finger while cleaning his pistol. He wrote glowing articles about his gang,
saying that they robbed the rich and gave to the poor, though all indications
are that they kept the spoils to themselves.
Far as I know, he was also the first person to prove that
housework can kill. While tidying up his
house, he was shot by his new hire Bob Ford in the back of the head.
I can’t tell you what it was about Jesse James that first
caught my interest. I can’t even tell
you why this writer, who’s allergic to horses, writes Westerns. All I can say, is that it must be in my DNA.
Have any of you had
your DNA tested? If so, were there any
surprises that you’d be willing to share?
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I haven't had it done and really don't have any interest in doing it. Thanks for the post. Jesse is always an interesting topic.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Connie. I agree; Jesse is interesting.
DeleteI know just how you feel, Margaret. I was a city gal who loved horses. I even finagled my folks into buying me three horses, at different times. I grew up watching cowboy shows with my dad, and that fascination with westerns is still alive and well in me. I remember one time I was shopping at Target and I looked up and saw a man who looked just how I had imagined my hero looking. I think I actually gasped. I wanted so much to take his picture, but I didn't want to be a weirdo and ask.
ReplyDeleteHi Vickie, so glad to know I'm not alone. It's really spooky seeing one of our characters in person. Thanks for sharing!
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