I've had an idea for a book for years called Carny Girl. About a teenager who runs away from the carnival life. Only I've yet to sit down and figure out why she's running and who she's running to.
My local Barnes and Noble is in plaza roundabout which also includes my place of employment.
Three days ago, the carnival arrived and began their set-up. They come to this particular parking lot about once a quarter or so--usually coinciding with school holidays. Imagine that.
I love carnivals. Well, I love watching carnivals.
From the arrival of semi-trucks with broken down rides--the promise of what's to come.
I like watching the installation--wondering about the workers--carnies, do they travel the countryside--or maybe just the I-5 corridor? Do they have families at home or have they created their own family on the road? Where do they go to relax?
I love it when the carnival is in full-swing, watching the rides rise high in the sky, lights all aglow in the waning night.
I even like the canned music background that seems to accentuate the laugh track of children as they pull their parents from one attraction to the other. Carnivals--on the whole--are happy places.
And that makes me think of Esme. Why is she running away from her carnival? And what will she find when she leaves? Will life be harder than she imagined? And what about her father--the carnival master(I don't know what they call him, but that's what I'm going with)--does he mount a search for her? Or is he one of those live and let live type of dad's? And what of her younger brother, Toby? Does Esme regret abandoning him?
These are the questions that go through my head when the Carnival arrives in town. One day I will find my answers and they'll be called Carny Girl.