Perspective, my middle grade historical fiction set on Isle Royale during the Great Depression almost never got published. That's because I lost the manuscript.
This story's origins came in a family trip to Isle Royale during the summer of 2000. In case you've never been there, Isle Royale is a National Park on a remote island in Lake Superior. It sits near Michigan’s border with Canada, and can be accessed by boat from Duluth Minnesota and several Michigan ports, and by water plane. The island is car-free, with only a few lodgings. It is a wilderness of forests, lakes and waterways, where moose and wolves roam and loons sing their lonely song.Dive sites in the lake include several shipwrecks, and most people explore the island by backpacking and/or canoeing, portaging their canoes across narrow fingers of land to reach lakes and inlets.
I was transfixed by the beauty of the island when I went there. In the ten days we hikes, canoed and portaged the eastern end of the island, we saw only a handful of other people. It was probably the most isolated I have ever been. But beauty by itself does not make a story. You can write a poem about beauty, but a novel needs a plot. It needs characters who yearn for something, and it needs the story of how those character achieved—or didn't—the desires of their heart.
I didn't find the story until my last day on Isle Royale. We were taking the ferry back to Duluth when it
stopped near a rustic cabin that sat on the waterfront. As a sailor passed along mail and a box of groceries to a woman onshore, I learned that what I was seeing was becoming less and less common. Some, but not all of the people who owned land on the island were granted life leases by the government when the island became a national park in 1940. Those leases allowed the people who gained them to continue living on the island for their lifetime. It had been 60 years since those leases were granted, and most of the grantees were growing old. Many of the remaining grantees were just children when the park was created. It made me wonder what it would have been like to be one of those who lived on the island. How did they feel when they learned that their homes were soon to be taken over by a government that had a plan that might benefit the general populace, but would destroy their own life and livelihood?
I came home from that trip fired and inspired by that question, and within a year I had a completed manuscript. My main character was Genevieve Williams, a twelve-year-old girl who is put on a boat and sent to the island by relatives who do not want the burden of caring for her after her mother dies. She will now live on this isolated island with her father, a man she has never met and about whom her mother never talked. What Genevieve wants is to graduate from school so that she can go to art school. Once she's on the island, however, her artistic eye falls in love with its rustic beauty. She learns the story of the relationship between her mother and father and her whole understanding of the world changes, as does her priorities.
My manuscript went through several rounds of revisions and critiquing. I sent it out to several publishers. And, somewhere during the next few years, I bought a new computer and transferred everything over from the old one to the new, using floppy discs. My life may not have been as rustic as Genevieve's who worked by kerosine lamp light and cooked on a wood-burning stove, but technology was not what it is now back in 2002. Slowly, rejections of the manuscript came in the mail. When the last had trickled in, I looked for the manuscript so that I could decide whether to send it out to other editors and agents, or rewrite it. I found I could do neither. Somehow, the manuscript had not transferred from one computer to another. It was gone, without a trace.
Years passed. Every now and then I would think of Genevieve's story and feel a wave of sadness. The story was (I thought) gone forever. I became increasingly sure that it would have been my greatest success.
Then, a couple of years ago, a friend of mine was cleaning out her garage when she found a dusty old pile of papers. It was a copy of my Isle Royale story! I had given it to her to read through and comment, and somehow it had gotten misplaced. Lucky for me, my friend didn't throw the stack of papers away. She returned them to me. I could use that old manuscript and twenty years of acquired writing skills to create an even better story.
My husband, who is my hardest critique, says that this is my best story yet. I'm not so sure, but I am glad that it has finally, after a quarter of a century, seen the light of day.
Jennifer Bohnhoff is a retired English and history teacher who now writes contemporary and historical fiction for middle grade through adult readers. Perspective will be her fifteenth story to be published when it becomes available on October 7th.
Perspective can be preordered as an ebook on Amazon and as a paperback direct from the author.
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