The idea of Pickleville
I’m a little weird and probably
make sense to very few people with my logic. Naming the town Pickleville is a
prime example of this. So first, I had a dream about a girl and boy who were on
a date at the movies. The girl was cute and very girl-next-door type. The boy
was small in every way, geeky but in a sweet sort of way. They were maybe
sixteen years old and were clearly in love with each other. It was really dark
by the time the boy walked the girl home. He kissed her good-night and started
for home. On his way home a group of older boys in a car stopped him, dragging
him in the car. They took him to an out of the way dirty road and beat him to
death. Needless to say it was a very sad, terrifying dream that stuck with me
for a while.
So what does all this have to do
with how I got the town where Jaron and Travis live?
About this same time my best friend
was dating a cowboy type guy. I’m talking the real deal here, cowboy boots that
were scuffed up and an expensive hat. He ended up breaking my friend’s heart so
of course we hated him after that. I had to give my friend a happy ending so
Travis was born. Jaron’s character came to me and I began to write. A little
into the first few chapters I had to come up with a name for this town, except
the name for the town had to be unique because initially Jaron hated being
there and couldn’t wait to leave.
Then I remembered the dream and
thought maybe the boy that died felt a lot like Jaron did about his town.
Neither fit it very well. I wanted something completely ridiculous sounding as
a punishment for the group of older boys that hurt the geeky kid.
And that was my weird, twisted
logic for naming the town Pickleville.
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