Writing Inspiration . . .
Admittedly, I’ve found mine
scouring book covers online, stock photo sites, snapshots of actors, models,
cover models, body builders, body builders that moonlight as cover models, talk
show hosts, etc, etc., etc. I found
inspiration for my upcoming book entirely by accident.
I’d been researching Marines
in Afghanistan and wanted to know a little bit about their daily life over
there. What do they do in their down time, do they even have down time, do they
have access to Facebook, Twitter, Skype, cell phones or texting to keep in
touch with their loved ones at home? How do the loved ones at home handle the
long separations? How do the long separations affect their relationships?
Since I’m phenomenally good
at procrastinating, and Facebook plays a large part in that procrastination, I
thought it was only fair to turn to the site for help. I simply sent out a
feeler. I posted a comment, asking for anyone who knew of someone with personal
experience and who wouldn’t mind giving me some info. I got an immediate
response from an elementary school teacher in my home town of Gueydan, LA,
whose son, a Marine, had recently left the Corps. She gave me his name, tagged him in the
message, and I contacted him. Not only has Corporal Ben Bonin proven to
be a wealth of information for me, he’s turned into a dear friend as well. He
and his girlfriend, Haley Broussard, were so helpful to me in researching my
previous book, MEAGAN’S MARINE, I decided to write them in that book as
secondary characters. Their roles were
so promising, that I eventually decided to give them their own book.
I wanted to meet them in
person, so we met at a lovely seafood restaurant called the Regatta LA Seafood
& Steakhouse, in Ben’s hometown of Lake Arthur, a town I’d spent lots of
time in my previous life/marriage.
The Regatta Restaurant
I sat there for two and a
half hours, taking pages of notes, as these two young adults regaled me with
stories of their personal experiences. Ben Bonin comes from a fine family in a
small town. He was a good kid, athletic, respectful, and responsible. Or as
they say where I come from, "He was raised right". Tall and broad shouldered,
with brown hair, hazel eyes and a kind smile, he looked like a clean cut, all
American boy next door.
Ben Bonin
Ben gave me so much insight
to what life in Afghanistan was like for him. He’d been deployed twice, that’s
two 7 month deployments to Afghanistan. He described so many things, like the
act of ‘digging in’ while deployed and out on a mission. That’s digging a hole,
in the cover of complete darkness, large enough for the entire team of four men
to hide inside. Here's a view from inside one.
He told me how, when waiting inside that hole for members of
the Taliban to reveal themselves while setting out road bombs, the wind would
blow that desert sand in a steady and repeated mind-numbing pattern that hit their helmets
right at eye level. He told me about narrowly missing a road bomb himself once. He described the feeling of weeks or months
of dirt and sand build up, caked upon his skin. Wipes are a piss poor
substitution for soap and fresh water, a rarity in the desert, but they were
better than nothing. When he got home, he’d take three or four baths a day
. . . simply because he could.
Ben described how thoughts of
his girl waiting for him back at home filled his days that were not occupied with missions. How images of her invaded his dreams as he
slept. He tried to tell me how sick he got of eating the same old MRE’s--so sick that everything got to
taste the same. How his mom sent him bags of Ramen noodles, his favorite meal
when mixed with plain old oatmeal. Yes, you read correctly—oatmeal mixed with
Ramen noodles and eaten as one meal, simply because it wasn’t the same old crap.
. . nom, nom, nom!
Then I turned to Haley, a
pretty, fresh-faced girl with big brown eyes and auburn hair. A girl who'd grown up in
another small town not far from where I live now, and rode horses all her life.
She’s competed in rodeos for years, and I’ve seen enough of the footage to know
she’s damn good at it.
“What was it like to have the
man you loved so far away, Haley?” I asked her.
She turned to Ben, linked her
hand in his, and stared into his eyes.
She told me about the three torturous weeks with no word from him. How
she moped around the house, bit her nails, ate sunflower seeds by the pound,
tried to sleep a lot to make the time pass, jumped at every phone call, checked her Facebook account
constantly (in case her phone wouldn’t ring), snapped at her poor mother, and
finally screamed when the caller ID showed his number. How she couldn’t speak
for a moment, her relief was so great. How they talked until they couldn’t
anymore because someone else needed the phone. And how, once the call ended,
she started all over again with worrying about the love of her life until he
made it back to the Battalion Base so she could see his face during Skype calls.
She told me about his thoughtful and romantic acts—actually admits that he’s
more romantic than she is. Earlier, Ben had bragged to me in a text message about
how romantic he was—I had laughed, then answered that I’d have to hear that
from her mouth before believing it. As it turns out, this particular Marine could give lessons on being romantic. Maybe
it’s because he knew how easy it was to lose everything in a flash. He arranged
to have a single fresh rose sent to her every Monday. I know, right?
Sigh... And how he rented a stretch Hummer
for her 21st birthday for her and all of her friends.
She told me that he insisted
that she fly with HIS family to meet him in Hawaii after his deployment.
Hawaii
She also said how he arranged to have rose
petals spread all over their hotel room, from the door to the bed, with candles
lit and everything.
“Seriously?” I asked.
Haley
looked at Ben, and beamed up at her sweet Marine, as he sent me a slightly
sheepish grin and nodded. Only slightly, I emphasize, because he was totally
confident and proud of his actions.
OH. MY. GOD.
How could I not fall in love with this couple? It
was inevitable. That’s when I decided that book would not only share some of
their experiences, but that I had to have these two beautiful people on the
cover of what I would forever consider to be their book. I mean—just look at these two!
They are both such bright,
young, responsible and respectable adults. When I first met them, both were
students, and Ben worked part time. Since then, Haley has graduated from Lamar
University in medical sonography. Ben should be graduating from technical
college in May and is working as an electrician’s helper during the week.
I expect an invitation to
their wedding one day. I’ve already told him I hope he wears his dress blues. (My
dad was a Marine also, and I admit I have a weakness for Marines in uniform.) I
expect to see them have beautiful children one day. I know they are wonderful
people who will contribute something good to this world. And if they never do
another thing, they will have inspired me to write a story based somewhat upon their unfailing love. I haven’t finished the book yet, so I haven’t
scheduled the photo shoot for the cover. I have some ideas about what I want. I
guess I’ll have to wait and see if they pan out for the book cover. As of now,
the title for their book, a work in progress, is RAINY SEASON, but that is
subject to change.
Sometimes life can influence
fantasy in a good way.
Have a good one!
Lori
Author with Cajunflair Publishing
cajunflair@lorilegerauthor.com
