Don’t let your unfinished stories pull your hair

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Dear writers,

Our written stories are supposed to come to a conclusion, to an end, to be Finite.

At least, that’s the goal.

But what if we find ourselves stuck somewhere in the middle of the story and there’s nowhere to go? Or, heaven forbid, what if we’re still struggling with the beginning?

Now you’re wondering. Is this the point where Carolyn starts talking about writer’s block, what to do about it, blah-la-la?

Nope. Not going to.

I could also encourage you. You know, I could tell you to keep going, to not give up, that your ideas are good ones.

But you already know all that.

I think many of our stories are not meant for completion. Maybe those unfinished pages still sitting on a dusty shelf (or buried in the depths of your computer) have already served a purpose.

Perhaps:

  • the words we wrote gave us practice so we could write something better in the future.
  • the research taught us something we wouldn’t have known otherwise.
  • we learned something about ourselves through a character in disguise.
  • the time we spent writing that bugger saved us from getting into some other kind of trouble. 😉

Whatever the reason, I have plenty of stories that have never seen their ending.

Does this happen to you?

Do your characters keep you awake a night by flicking your ears trying to discover how they ended up?

I say, let them flick all they want. Let’s just remind them that if it weren’t for us, they wouldn’t have been “born” in the first place.

Sincerely,

C D-W

 

A last laugh

 

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A last laugh

a traitor

Deceitful, evil

 

An hourglass,

Beautifully molded

Perfect, the glass

 

Coarse grains of sand

now collected

the pediment rests.

 

A finality of time,

hemorrhaged out

like a single bullet creating two holes

A slashing of both wrists.

 

(A poem I wrote for one of my characters)

Character Descriptions

For me, writing Specific descriptions of characters, can be a challenge. I kinda like this one, though. The visual makes me giggle.

(Voice of eleven-year-old Emma June)

If anyone is two crackers shy of a box, it’s Miss Helen. She takes trips to the big city so she can get her hair colored orange that she thinks is red. It’s cut stylishly short but pokes out on the ends like soggy cactus needles. Each time she drives Moonbeam, the name she gave her brand new 1928 Ford Roadster, she wears the same red tam pulled down tight over her head, and the same flowered-y silk scarf draped around her neck. Her big bosoms poke the steering wheel that she clutches so tight, her elbows stick way out on both sides. Then she peers through the windshield wearing aviator goggles like she’s about to take Amelia Earhart for a plane ride.