I’ve been struggling with emotional upheavals and whacked-out hormones of late. I resist the word ‘depression’, so let’s just call it the blues. They happen. I have a hard time writing through these periods, so I read myself through them. As in, I just keep on reading like the worst of all stubborn mules until I start feeling better. It’s how I cope.

This did not work with my last bout, however. Everything I picked up was awful. I tried a few of my favourite authors. Blech. I tried my favourite genres. Ugh. Nothing was good enough to break me out of my mental reality. I kind of panicked, to be honest.

Then, at the end of an empty, awful day with no fictional escape, I sat up in the dark, flicked on my bedside lamp, and pulled out my notebook. I wrote down a short list of what I wanted from a story in that moment.  I poured out all my reader’s frustration into a manifesto of the story that I so desperately needed.

It wasn’t a list of a characters or plots, it was just a sequence of vague ideas:

  1. I want a story where the character gets what they need, but not they wanted (cue the Rolling Stones)
  2. I want a story where the character goes through hell and we get to see them through
  3. I want a story about a character who doesn’t think they have any value but finds a way to prove to themselves that they do

After this was on the page, I felt purged and peaceful. I turned out the light and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a quote I saw drifting around on social media repeating itself in my mind:

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graphic found on izquotes.com via google

A short story premise I’ve been struggling with jumped in and asserted itself. As I watched, it disrobed from the characters I had assigned to it and dressed up in new ones, older ones, and darker ones. The magic it had lacked began to buzz about the edges. It demanded I apply my list and get to work.

Several hours later I had the first draft of a new story. One that makes me tingle with excitement. I love this story! I don’t like every story I write, but every so often one comes along that surprises me and demands I believe in it. Best of all, I got the story I needed to read, and I feel so much better.

What about you? What story do you need to read? Have you ever written it? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

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2 thoughts on “how I wrote the story I needed to read

  1. Thank you for this post. I think all writers go through a bit of the blues–I’ve been going through them myself lately–and it’s important that we acknowledge that truth to each other. Makes the experience feel less lonely.

    The story I most want to read or write are stories where the villain causes his/her own downfall. The more poetic justice, the better, as far as I’m concerned.

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