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Personal Becomes Universal Through Research<\/strong><\/h3>\n

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Guest Post by Novelist Donna D. Vitucci @Live to Write \u2013 Write to Live<\/a><\/strong><\/h4>\n

The answer to my question, How long does it take to write a book?<\/a> is fifteen for the novelist Donna Vitucci, who has just published Salt of Patriots<\/a> after fifteen years of research, writing and revision. In this guest post, Vitucci\u00a0describes what motivated her \u2013 and kept her going.<\/p>\n

Origin of Salt<\/strong><\/p>\n

At my mother\u2019s wake in the summer of 1999, the reminiscences we\u2019d heard through the years got dragged out and enlivened by re-telling. The time all Uncle Bobby\u2019s hair fell out when he was working at Fernald. The spills and inherent danger of any other kind of factory, but Fernald was processing uranium. A different kind of plant, in the early atomic days, in the 1950s.<\/p>\n

Fernald closed after dust collectors failed in the 1980s and leaks into the Miami Aquifer hit the press. A class action lawsuit helped \"\"shutter the plant and place it on the Superfund Cleanup List. A Public Information Center was established as an aspect of remediation activities\u2014eureka! I\u2019d write my family Fernald stories infused with true and accessible information.<\/p>\n

Research<\/h4>\n

To write it, I needed to understand it, and I\u2019m no scientist. I dashed daily to the Information Center, reading and trying to understand what Fernald workers did. What were their jobs? What might Uncle Bob have done once he clocked in for 2nd<\/sup> shift? What made his hair fall out?<\/p>\n

I read The Atomizers<\/em>, the Fernald company newsletter. I studied processes the Fernald scientists developed, and the chemistry and metallurgy that had men in various buildings turn out uranium ingots or rods. I sought the secrets and security, the rumors in the community, how everybody had a relative or friend who worked there, or lost their acreage, or got sick or died. Newspaper articles on microfiche announced the building of the \u201cnew plant\u201d and how it was going to bring hundreds of jobs\u2014which it did. The nuclear industry was in its infancy. They were playing with dice and hoping for the best in beating the Russians.<\/p>\n

Interviews<\/h4>\n

Uncle Bobby was my eyewitness, my conduit to the past, to the plant, to the human aspect. At the time, I\u2019d envisioned the book completed and published to celebrate Fernald\u2019s 50th<\/sup> anniversary\u20142001. I really had no idea.<\/p>\n

I questioned Uncle Bob: \u201cWhat about losing your hair?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was nothing.\u201d Same closed-mouth attitude from interviewees and others beholden to their government, their employer, and their own promises.<\/p>\n

\u201cLoose lips sink ships\u201d\u2014caution right there in The Atomizer<\/em>. I don\u2019t believe the workers were afraid. I believe they were patriotic. I believe they believed the government wouldn\u2019t ask them to enter a dangerous work situation. And as long as a man was working he was doing the right best thing\u2013echoing Uncle Bob and dozens of Fernald employees in their interview transcripts.<\/p>\n

Striving for Authenticity<\/h4>\n

What did Uncle Bob do at Fernald, what it was like, what were his buddies like, did they understand the danger, and did they care? I took notes; I had a binder of industry and government papers I\u2019d copied. I studied these like I\u2019d be tested. Above all, I wanted to write with authenticity, and I knew it would be so hard. Till then, I\u2019d only written stories that emerged from inside me. This story would have to be, on many counts, outside of me. I would immerse myself in research until I was busting with the Fernaldia I ingested.<\/p>\n

Writing, Revisitng, Revising<\/h4>\n

A year and half later, nowhere near finished mourning my mother, and now her brother, Uncle Bob, was dying. Feed Materials<\/em>, as I called the book, was where I poured this loss, revisiting my loved ones, revising them, and being among them, seeing them so clearly in memory and then freshly relevant in the stories where I cast them. No wonder it took me 15 years to complete. Writing this book kept them alive, and I didn\u2019t want to lose them twice.<\/p><\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>

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