The Very Slow Creation of "Before the Wind"

April 24, 2016

Tags: before the wind, sailing, einstein, puget sound, family novel, sailboats

I’ve spent most of my life preparing to write this novel. From the first to the last sentence took just six years, but a story along these lines has been building inside me for decades.

Growing up, my family seemed to spend as much time on sailboats as we did in our house. That’s not even close to true but sailing takes up disproportionate space in my memory. My earliest sailing recollection is riding along in a plywood boat my father built in our driveway. It leaked so profusely I assumed constant bailing was part of sailing.

My father rationalized over-spending on sailboats by hauling sack lunches to work, driving cheap old cars and never paying to park. When I was twelve, he advised me to have my future boat bills mailed to my future office instead of my future house so my future wife wouldn’t see them. Even politics was explained through this boating lens: Republicans are power boaters, he told me, Democrats are sailors. The best part of sailing for me, my sister and my mother back then was that whenever we were under sail Dad was in a fantastic mood.

By my late teens, I started secretly thinking of myself as a novelist-in-waiting and daydreamed of writing a book that captured what life felt like in this water wonderland loosely called Puget Sound. I wanted to split it all wide open—the natural beauty, the sailing obsession, the push and pull of family, my clumsy quests for meaning and romance.

But what was the plot? Where was the story? This all loitered in the back of my mind until my wife, daughter and I were sailing around Canadian islands in the summer of 2009. That’s when I decided to quit worrying and embrace the challenge of immersing readers in the addictive thrill of flying along in a boat powered by an invisible force out where water, wind and sky collide.

I started interviewing the best sailors I knew. I read books about famous dead and living sailors. I crewed on big and small race boats—and even fell off one mid-race. I examined the complex physics of sailing and unpacked the confusing subtext of a Viagra commercial that starred a middle-aged man sailing by himself. But it wasn’t until I tripped over the fact that Albert Einstein was an avid solo sailor that this novel began to snowball in my head.

Einstein helped anchor the book and bridged the gap in my fictional family between science and sport, between the mother, a high school physics teacher, and the father, an Olympics sailing medalist and their three children. And so this gifted and volatile Icelandic family compelled to build, cruise and race sailboats began to emerge. (Call it my family squared, though, in the end, the Johannssens bear little resemblance to the Lynches.)

Before I wrote the final draft, I bought a big old sailboat that I’d had a crush on since I was sixteen and turned it into my new writing office. I was afloat in this boat, hunched over my laptop at sea level with an electric heater whirring, when these imaginary characters started to feel more real than my own friends and family and the book finally began to take off.

My father wonders why the hell it’s taken so long. Turning ninety next year, he keeps telling me that he’s worried he’ll die or lose his mind before he can read his boy’s book on sailing. Well, here it finally is, Dad.

Comments

  1. June 30, 2016 6:17 PM EDT
    Jim, I'm only into the first chapter and am as hooked as a fat steelhead on the shiny lure. I even rushed to my computer to look up sailor Ruby Johanssen only to find she doesn't exist except in your imagination--- but, but, but you made her seem so real!
    Thank you for writing this book. I can't wait to read more about your "family". btw - I'm listening to the book on tape and love this format.
    - Nelly
  2. July 10, 2016 4:25 PM EDT
    Thanks, Nelly. Hope you enjoy it all the way to the end. I've heard nothing but great reports on the audio book performed by Roger Wayne. I also keep hearing from couples who enjoy reading it aloud to each other.
    - Jim Lynch
  3. July 23, 2016 10:13 AM EDT
    Jim, I get a daily Amazon suggestion list by email of books suited for me, and guess what popped up today! I saw the author's name and thought, "No, it couldn't be THAT Jim Lynch." And it is. Can't wait to read it.
    - Daryl Gibson
  4. July 25, 2016 4:40 PM EDT
    Daryl! Great to hear from you. Hope you enjoy the book. I still think of you and that eclectic gang of muckrakers. What an unforgettable patch of time that was. Hope you're healthy, happy and writing.
    - Jim Lynch
  5. May 29, 2017 9:47 AM EDT
    Jim,
    As a 50 year old man who grew up knocking around on all types of boats, worked for 10 years in a boatyard, and now am a high school science teacher who just spent 2 years restoring a 50 year old Bristol 27! I feel like this book was written for me. Bravo, great book.
    - Chip Rossi
  6. May 29, 2017 7:46 PM EDT
    Chip, glad you enjoyed it. Sounds like I hit a few of your buttons. Bristols are such fine boats. They end up feeling like part of the family, eh? Happy sailing, Jim
    - Jim Lynch