How It Started

So this project grew out of my experience during Hurricane Katrina. I was reading stories in the news about the impact of the storm–destroyed homes, businesses, landmarks, streets etc. I started wondering where stories about people were. Everyone has a story, right? So that was where I started trying to orient my own writing about the storm that I was doing for the news outlets I worked for.

But I wondered if I could do a storm story another way–so many people had stories about being safe that always ended like, “I lost my home and my business and my livelihood, but my family is safe and that’s what’s important.” Those comments had a poignancy that appealed to me. Then I thought of something else–what about a storm story where, miraculously, everything was fine except for mental well-being? What about a story where the people involved lost nothing–but were destroyed psychologically?

I came up with a story, set in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, where no one thought the hurricane would ever reach. But it did–the Katrina winds and rain came through as a Category 3 storm. In my story, two people, Wendy and Judd, holed up together in the storm have an intimate encounter, with the attendant regret and emotional pain that came as a result of betraying their spouses during the lapse in judgment.

(I had never read Katherine Chopin’s short story, “The Storm”; it wasn’t one of her more well-known works. I read it years later and had an “oh of course” moment that nothing is new under the sun. Interesting side note: the story was never published in Chopin’s lifetime, only to be included in a collection of her work published in 1969–the year Hurricane Camille destroyed the Mississippi Gulf Coast as the most powerful storm on record.)

Once the idea took root, I couldn’t shake it. I drafted it in my notebook by hand while waiting for power to be restored–working on it in fits and starts while negotiating life with three children, a husband, a house, and my freelance news writing. I had no idea where I was going with it or where I would end up.

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