Friday, June 1, 2012
I love stories. That is really a Duh! comment by this point, but this week that love really came back to me in so many ways.
From Wednesday's post, a conversation was started on Facebook about the stories I used to tell. Stories like Strawberry Shortcake and Pink Panther were my best friends. My Cabbage Patch doll was real. And probably the best story I told was about Pink Panther and his mom. Pink Panther and I had plans to go swimming at his house. As I was standing in the living room waiting for his mother to arrive, I got a phone call. So I picked up the phone. Bad news! There were sharks in the pool and I couldn't go swimming that day. So I took a rain check. I never did get back there to swim. I guess it was a pretty exclusive invite. It really is too bad about those sharks. It could have been fun.
While driving around this week, I heard a couple of pretty great songs. I realized why they are great songs... because they tell a story.
And finally this week I had a breakthrough in my writing. After some silence and some thinking, I finally put an angle together for a story. I have the angle, but I haven't planned it out. For me planning it out is the death of the story. However when I don't put enough time and effort into developing the voice in the story, the plot line is all I have to work with. So I end up planning the story to death. This one I haven't planned to death. I have names in place of characters that have come along. I have created a country manor as I wrote and it is an architectural marvel. I am excited about this character and this story. For the first time in probably years, I have a story that I want to tell.
So I love stories; stories in books, stories in songs, the stories from little kids, and the stories from adults. I love them all!