Which was the hardest scene you wrote in Secret for a Song?
This was an interesting thing to think about because Secret for a Song was such a challenging novel, on the whole, to write. Picking just one or two scenes was tough!
Don’t get me wrong—it’s the most emotional story I’ve ever written, and it was an amazing experience from start to finish. But still, writing the novel was emotionally exhausting. This was especially because I knew from my research on Munchausen syndrome that there were people out there who had to live it every day.
On top of that I grew really attached to Saylor, and I wanted nothing more than to protect her. But I knew to really do her story justice, I had to put her through the wringer and show what pieces of her were left to come out on the other side.
So, to answer the question, I’d say one of the hardest scenes I wrote was the scene with Saylor and Drew at her family’s cabin. It’s heartbreaking because Saylor knows at that point that she wants to come clean. We get to see her measure and weigh everything she says and everything they do together in a way that she hasn’t before. It was incredibly hard to write, but was also one of the most cherished scenes I’ve written.
Another awfully hard scene to write was Drew falling outside the store when he and Saylor are getting signatures for a petition. The scene was based on research I’d done of Freidrich’s Ataxia and what people experience before they become wheelchair-ridden. You get to experience Drew’s astonishing inner strength, but you also hate that he even has to go through something like that. Again, a really difficult scene that left a big lump in my throat, but I think it was important so the reader could see the kind of man Drew is.
Thanks so much for having me here today, Katie!
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