This week's guest blog is
written by Noel Meredith from the "Mariel Cove" writing team. Noel began
publishing articles as a teen and graduated with a Masters in
Journalism in the '90s. She has lived in 45 of the 50 United States in
more cities than she can count. She became a full-time pen-for-hire when
investigative journalism proved stranger than fiction and Noel realized
she preferred her life less strange. Noel writes the characters
Arianna, Celeste, Gabriel, Devi, Marley and others.
If you take
six dykes – twenty-four to fifty-two – and tell them to write
interconnected stories about lesbians like them living in an isolated
almost-all-woman town, don’t expect them to get along. And never, ever
tell them to “keep the drama on the page.” It’s impossible. We’re women,
after all, and the queer community has changed as much as cell phones
in the last three generations. Just because we’re queer, doesn’t mean we
have anything else in common.
Apparently, that makes for a damn good story.
When
Jennifer DiMarco (Escape to the Wind, Seasons of Fire, et al) asked me
to write the central character in her serialized lesbian erotic drama
called Mariel Cove, I immediately answered, “What?” Jennifer envisioned
Mariel Cove as a television show in novel format. There would be a
“season” of twelve weekly “episodes” and a team of writers would each
control one to five characters. If characters shared a scene, we’d write
together. The idea was remarkable but the mythology of the Cove was
even better and Jennifer had it all charted out.
Puerto Rican and
Sicilian, renowned investigative journalist Arianna Trenton would
arrive in isolated Mariel Cove under false pretenses and a
twenty-year-old mystery would start to unravel. Along with this
character, Jennifer asked me to write Celeste, a Black transplant from
New York, a twenty-something ex-bicycle messenger trying to raise her
deaf, autistic brother on her own and running from... something. I
shared key elements in common with these two characters and I’d rarely
seen them represented in queer literature, let alone any literature. I
could not pass up this job.
Every season, the characters would
stay the same, but the focus and the mystery would shift, so I knew that
Arianna wouldn’t always been front and center. The writing team was
expected to be fluid and adjust to these changes. Not always writing the
“star” didn’t bother me, but the idea of co-writing gave me a headache.
Isn’t writing, after all, the perfect career for introverted, control
freaks like me? Plus, what if Celeste had a scene with some white grrl
who didn’t know what a fixed gear was? I dreaded signing into the
private writers’ forum for days.
I fished for details about the
writing team. Were the other writers all white? Were there straight
writers? Were there men writing the few male characters? I shouldn't
have worried. I should have looked up interviews with Jennifer in The
Advocate or MTV or any queer newspaper. This woman would not launch a
white-washed series. So even if the team was all twenty-something,
cisgendered, peaches and cream, politically active baby dykes from
suburbia, Mariel Cove was going to kick ass. Of course, the team wasn't
any of those things.
Over the course of twelve weeks, the six of
us -- Katie Fairchild, Kimbar Halvorsen, Skye Montague, Rowan Reynir,
Neale Taylor and myself – developed and wrote about characters who were
often blackmailing each other, keeping secrets, falling in and out of
love, butting heads and butting into one another’s business, all under
Jennifer’s guidance to keep us cohesive and on-schedule. We praised each
other after each episode was done, offered honest criticism and saw our
preconceptions – be they about race, kink, outing, or age – fall aside
while we strove to create the most entertaining scenes possible.
No,
we didn’t always get along. But we never left the project. In some
ways, we were just like the women of Mariel Cove. We existed in an
isolated world of our own. Sure, in one episode, Celeste rode her
motorcycle up the coast to blow off steam, but she came back. We always
came back. Because Mariel Cove is worth visiting, worth losing yourself
in, and just maybe, worth staying for.
And after our months of
writing, on April 1, 2013, we got to welcome readers into our little
world. It all adds to the melting pot so... full steam ahead!
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