I know how lucky I am to make up stories for a living. Of course life for novelists isn’t staring into space with a cup of tea. Tearing out our hair, questioning our sanity, and wishing we had a job that didn’t hover over us during every waking hour–and many hours while we’re sleeping, too–is also part of the profession. But this weekend, I was reminded, as I have been many, many times, just how much I love what I do.
I especially love research that takes me places I’ve never been, for reasons I never imagined. For A Family of Strangers among other trips I visited a kennel in Orlando for a day and had great conversations about training dogs for security and police work. For The Swallow’s Nest, I spent days in San Jose, CA, walking through the streets of Willow Glen and inhaling the lavish perfume of the Municipal Rose Garden. I’ve sailed on Australian pearling luggers (Beautiful Lies), spent a day at a real bar run by three sisters (Whiskey Island), toured stables in Upperville and Middleburg, Virginia (Fox River), and the list goes on and on.
This week I spent a wonderful two days in Tarpon Springs, Florida, during their annual Epiphany celebration. My latest book is set there, and this was my second trip for research, or possibly this was my third trip since I went to Tarpon Springs on a field trip in elementary school and never forgot it.
I made a reservation for Epiphany almost nine months ago, at a Bed and Breakfast within walking distance of both the Sponge Docks and the historic downtown. Epiphany, in the Greek Orthodox church, commemorates the baptism of Jesus in the River Jordan, and thousands come to Tarpon Springs for the celebration.
I ate scrumptious Greek food, saw a bishop bless the fleet as well as bless the boys who would dive for a wooden cross on Epiphany day. I stood outside St. Nicholas Greek Orthodox cathedral for over an hour listening to the service within and chatting with the people standing around me listening, too. I heard Greek spoken everywhere, absorbed more information about the town and its residents, and learned a bit about what it’s like to be raised in a family where Greek is always spoken at home.
More fun than telling you about my experience, is showing you. So enjoy as I did. How will this show up in the new book? I’ll be interested to discover that, too.
At last, after many prayers (Greek and English) and talks about the importance of the moment, a white dove was released to symbolize the Holy Spirit and then Archbishop Elpidophoros threw the cross in the water. Hunter Sakadales of Tarpon Springs, 18, quickly retrieved it, and the tradition says he will be blessed for the upcoming year.
I felt blessed to be there.