Last winter was a very mild one, as I recall. It had hardly snowed until one evening in early February. Snow had been predicted all day and finally arrived in earnest not long after dusk. I stepped outside in the still evening air and watched the flakes as they fell slowly to the ground... so slowly, in fact, I could imagine the snow suspended in front of me like a field of stars. I thought that might make a cool visual I could incorporate into a story at some point. I even wrote a couple paragraphs about it once I got back inside. That moment didn’t fit into my current project though, so I filed those paragraphs on my hard drive for the time being.
A few months later I was fleshing out the germ of a new story, the tale of a man who is the victim of corporate cutbacks and subsequently tries to forge a new life path (something many of us can identify with, yes?). I had the characters alive and vivid in mind. I knew the general the arc of the story and had, in fact, started writing it. I also knew that it was lacking a compelling pivotal moment, something that would transition the main character from one phase of his life to another. I started going through some of my notes, the random bits of dialog, character and incident that would often pop up on their own accord. These notes would generally wind up being stored on my hard drive until such time something could be incorporated into a larger work. I happened upon the vignette I wrote about the snowfall and knew that was just what I needed.
Now that the final piece was in place, I finished the story the very next day. The snowfall bit actually provided an effective transition from the reality of the story as a whole to... well, let’s just say a somewhat more fantastic realm, a place that would enable the main character to explore his life and move forward to the next phase. I was very happy with the completed story, so much so that I made Advent the title of my short story collection.
“Advent” is just one of the fourteen stories that I’ve included in my new book, “Advent: A Short Story Collection”, now available on Amazon.com.
http://www.amazon.com/Advent-Short-Story-Collection-ebook/dp/B008K12Q3U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1342404759&sr=8-1&keywords=advent+jim+moens
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
The Story Behind the Story: Norm
A couple years ago I found myself between writing projects. I had started a novel (one that will yet be written, by the way!) but it fizzled and I didn’t have the wherewithal at the time to fix what needed to be fixed. I knew I had more to say, but my writing mojo was nowhere to be found. I was frustrated, to say the least.
I had gotten home from work one evening and took a call from a friend. Given that it was an especially pleasant late summer/ early fall day, I opted to walk around outside as we talked. I saw my neighbor Norm (not his real name, just the one I assigned him for the story), an elderly man who lived a few doors down from me. I nodded to him, he nodded to me and he walked away. I ended the conversation with my friend and thought about the last time I had talked to Norm. It was the previous Christmas and he given me some McDonald’s gift certificates in hopes that my boys would enjoy going there. I thanked him and promised we’d use them soon. I later tried to thank him again and tell him that we enjoyed our meal, but as Norm was very much a reclusive sort I never had that opportunity.
So I thought about Norm and his hermit ways and his long beard and baseball cap and windbreaker. I wondered what drove him. I wondered if he had a family or close friends and what he did on the holidays. It was unlikely I’d ever know, as Norm certainly wasn’t one for conversation.
I suddenly felt a little spark of inspiration and grabbed onto it for all it was worth. I started writing about Norm almost immediately. It became the story of a young single mother and her interactions with an elderly man in her neighborhood. It was an interesting exercise in that it was written first-person from the young woman’s point-of-view. I hadn’t yet written from the female perspective at that point in my writing career. I finished the story just a couple days later. I sent it to a couple friends, who told me they really enjoyed it (kudos are very nice to get).
A couple days after that I was flipping through the local paper when I saw something that made my jaw drop. The real-life Norm had passed away, in fact on the day after I finished my story. Sadly, it was only through his obituary that I learned about his life. He worked until retirement as a computer operator and left behind one brother. The obituary also said that he loved children (that much I knew).
The clean up began weeks later. When someone passes away, they generally leave a lot of possessions behind, and it’s up to the family to sort through everything. I've been there (as most of us have) and know that it can be a laborious, emotional process. The clean up was on a much larger scale in Norm’s case. He left behind the duplex he lived in, another house on the corner and a two-car garage. It was even bigger job than I had imagined, as Norm was apparently something of a hoarder. The garage alone was packed quite literally floor-to-ceiling.
Several months passed and while out on a walk I struck up a conversation with an older gentleman. He was standing outside one of Norm’s houses and had just gotten done conferring with some laborers. The man was, of course, Norm’s younger brother. We talked for a good long time about Norm, his life and his passing. He sorely missed his older brother and loved spending what little time he could with him. He acknowledged that Norm was very much a hermit and suffered from Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, but that didn’t diminish their brotherly love. We ended our conversation and bid each other well.
I was glad to have finally gotten to know the real Norm somewhat, even though it was after his passing. I hope my story stands as a proper tribute to his spirit.
“Norm” is one of the fourteen stories that I’ve included in my new book, “Advent: A Short Story Collection”, now available on Amazon.com.
http://www.amazon.com/Advent-Short-Story-Collection-ebook/dp/B008K12Q3U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1342404759&sr=8-1&keywords=advent+jim+moens
I hope you’ve enjoyed this quick peek “behind the scenes”. You’ll see more “Story Behind the Story” blog posts soon.
I had gotten home from work one evening and took a call from a friend. Given that it was an especially pleasant late summer/ early fall day, I opted to walk around outside as we talked. I saw my neighbor Norm (not his real name, just the one I assigned him for the story), an elderly man who lived a few doors down from me. I nodded to him, he nodded to me and he walked away. I ended the conversation with my friend and thought about the last time I had talked to Norm. It was the previous Christmas and he given me some McDonald’s gift certificates in hopes that my boys would enjoy going there. I thanked him and promised we’d use them soon. I later tried to thank him again and tell him that we enjoyed our meal, but as Norm was very much a reclusive sort I never had that opportunity.
So I thought about Norm and his hermit ways and his long beard and baseball cap and windbreaker. I wondered what drove him. I wondered if he had a family or close friends and what he did on the holidays. It was unlikely I’d ever know, as Norm certainly wasn’t one for conversation.
I suddenly felt a little spark of inspiration and grabbed onto it for all it was worth. I started writing about Norm almost immediately. It became the story of a young single mother and her interactions with an elderly man in her neighborhood. It was an interesting exercise in that it was written first-person from the young woman’s point-of-view. I hadn’t yet written from the female perspective at that point in my writing career. I finished the story just a couple days later. I sent it to a couple friends, who told me they really enjoyed it (kudos are very nice to get).
A couple days after that I was flipping through the local paper when I saw something that made my jaw drop. The real-life Norm had passed away, in fact on the day after I finished my story. Sadly, it was only through his obituary that I learned about his life. He worked until retirement as a computer operator and left behind one brother. The obituary also said that he loved children (that much I knew).
The clean up began weeks later. When someone passes away, they generally leave a lot of possessions behind, and it’s up to the family to sort through everything. I've been there (as most of us have) and know that it can be a laborious, emotional process. The clean up was on a much larger scale in Norm’s case. He left behind the duplex he lived in, another house on the corner and a two-car garage. It was even bigger job than I had imagined, as Norm was apparently something of a hoarder. The garage alone was packed quite literally floor-to-ceiling.
Several months passed and while out on a walk I struck up a conversation with an older gentleman. He was standing outside one of Norm’s houses and had just gotten done conferring with some laborers. The man was, of course, Norm’s younger brother. We talked for a good long time about Norm, his life and his passing. He sorely missed his older brother and loved spending what little time he could with him. He acknowledged that Norm was very much a hermit and suffered from Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, but that didn’t diminish their brotherly love. We ended our conversation and bid each other well.
I was glad to have finally gotten to know the real Norm somewhat, even though it was after his passing. I hope my story stands as a proper tribute to his spirit.
“Norm” is one of the fourteen stories that I’ve included in my new book, “Advent: A Short Story Collection”, now available on Amazon.com.
http://www.amazon.com/Advent-Short-Story-Collection-ebook/dp/B008K12Q3U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1342404759&sr=8-1&keywords=advent+jim+moens
I hope you’ve enjoyed this quick peek “behind the scenes”. You’ll see more “Story Behind the Story” blog posts soon.
Monday, January 14, 2013
You and I Need To Have a Little Talk
You and I... well, I think we need to have a little talk.
First of all, I think you’re pretty awesome. Smart. Caring. Funny. You have a lot of great qualities and I have a ton of respect for you. I really do.
But here’s the problem... I really think you’re selling yourself short in so many ways. I’m not sure why. I can’t be certain where things went off-track.
One thing goes wrong, then another, then maybe another; and you suddenly find yourself not living the life you used to, certainly not the life you imagined. Hey, it happens to the best of us, right?
Perhaps there were some people in your life that weren't nearly as supportive and loyal as you would have hoped (in fact, maybe quite the opposite). Maybe a person or two judged you based on your current circumstances, rather than who you were on the inside. I know, that can hurt.
So you took some time to lick your wounds, change a few things and plot your comeback. That’s to be expected (and actually not a bad idea). I’m still wondering when you’re going to make that comeback, though. I’m still waiting for you to come charging forward, away from the ropes, back to fighting in the center of the ring.
So you lowered your standards in a lot of areas and kept letting them slide. You started expecting less of yourself and life than you used to expect. You’re getting less and less disciplined as time goes on... and less hopeful... and less positive. That makes me sad. I really miss how you used to be.
So when does it stop? When do you turn the tide? Think about it... are you going to stick with this current trajectory of yours (more of a downward spiral, to be perfectly honest)? Are you going to continue to let your standards slip? Where are you going to draw the line?
I know, I’m not exactly telling you what you want to hear. You know it’s the truth, though, like it or not. Are you getting mad? Good. Use that. This guy did...
So when are you going to step up?
How about now... I mean right now. Today. This second. Set some new, higher standards. Do something, anything to move forward and get out of that rut you’ve created by spinning your wheels. We both know you’re capable. Choose to rise above all that negativity, put the past behind you and GO.
Instructions: Look in the mirror and read this. Repeat as often as necessary.
First of all, I think you’re pretty awesome. Smart. Caring. Funny. You have a lot of great qualities and I have a ton of respect for you. I really do.
But here’s the problem... I really think you’re selling yourself short in so many ways. I’m not sure why. I can’t be certain where things went off-track.
One thing goes wrong, then another, then maybe another; and you suddenly find yourself not living the life you used to, certainly not the life you imagined. Hey, it happens to the best of us, right?
Perhaps there were some people in your life that weren't nearly as supportive and loyal as you would have hoped (in fact, maybe quite the opposite). Maybe a person or two judged you based on your current circumstances, rather than who you were on the inside. I know, that can hurt.
So you took some time to lick your wounds, change a few things and plot your comeback. That’s to be expected (and actually not a bad idea). I’m still wondering when you’re going to make that comeback, though. I’m still waiting for you to come charging forward, away from the ropes, back to fighting in the center of the ring.
So you lowered your standards in a lot of areas and kept letting them slide. You started expecting less of yourself and life than you used to expect. You’re getting less and less disciplined as time goes on... and less hopeful... and less positive. That makes me sad. I really miss how you used to be.
So when does it stop? When do you turn the tide? Think about it... are you going to stick with this current trajectory of yours (more of a downward spiral, to be perfectly honest)? Are you going to continue to let your standards slip? Where are you going to draw the line?
I know, I’m not exactly telling you what you want to hear. You know it’s the truth, though, like it or not. Are you getting mad? Good. Use that. This guy did...
So when are you going to step up?
How about now... I mean right now. Today. This second. Set some new, higher standards. Do something, anything to move forward and get out of that rut you’ve created by spinning your wheels. We both know you’re capable. Choose to rise above all that negativity, put the past behind you and GO.
Instructions: Look in the mirror and read this. Repeat as often as necessary.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Self-Esteem and Then Some
First off, in the interest of full disclosure, I am not a licensed therapist or any sort of counselor (despite what some people seem to think). I’m a regular guy. A writer. A dad. A friend, a son and a cat owner.
In short, I am many things. I am better at some things than others and that’s fine. I am also a guy that struggles with his self-confidence from time-to-time. To some of you, that may come as a surprise. Others may not exactly consider that an earth-shattering revelation.
In any case, I have more than a few thoughts on this subject. A recent conversation has caused me to do a great deal of reflection/ soul-searching/ etc. I’ve come to some interesting conclusions that I suspect will be of interest to many of you. So come at me with your questions, people...
So what is this “self-esteem” thing anyway?
Self-esteem has three parts, at least as I see it.
Self-worth- That’s your core. That’s how you see yourself as a person in general. Good? Bad? Indifferent? We’ll get back to self-worth in a minute.
Self-efficacy- This is where things get interesting. Self-efficacy is more or less about how good you think you are at getting things done. It’s generally not an across the board judgement. You may think you’re good at some things and bad at others. My personal example... I think I’m pretty good at this writing stuff, but not so much when it comes to home improvements. So I have no problem popping out a blog post like this one, yet I struggle and get frustrated when it comes to changing the faucet on my kitchen sink. Yeah, go ahead and laugh. Then come over and change out my faucet when you’re done with chortling at my expense.
Anyway, when your self-efficacy is lacking in a given area, you will be far more likely to get frustrated and probably give up entirely. This, by the way, is not great for your self-efficacy in that area.
Strong self-efficacy usually results in more persistent effort. Simply, when you’re confident your efforts will bear fruit, you’ll try harder and not give up.
Self-confidence- This is what you project out to the rest of the world. I don’t mean walking around with some arrogant swagger, making sure everyone knows that you are the shiznit. Actually, that sort of behavior is more often than not a smokescreen for someone with low self-esteem. What I’m talking about is a quiet, effective confidence. The kind of belief in oneself that doesn’t require public attention (unlike the aforementioned)... it just is and it just gets it done. Period. It’s intrinsic.
Intrinsic? What’s that mean?
From the Merriam-Webster online dictionary... belonging to the essential nature or constitution of a thing <the intrinsic worth of a gem> <the intrinsic brightness of a star>
Basically, built-in. Permanent (in tech terms, firmware). And certainly not contingent upon one’s income, job title or relationship status. A person who has good, strong intrinsic self-worth isn’t buffeted around by life’s occasional smackdowns. They can handle the disappointment, the job loss, the breakup. They can take it when someone cuts them down. Sure, they’ll feel sad or hurt but they’ll recover and move on. That loss or disappointment won’t affect their self-perception.
The person with intrinsic self-worth will be better able to deal with a little fear, since the downside doesn't define who they are. They’ll give their goals 100%. They’ll close that sale. They’ll tell someone they love them when they probably should, even if it’s a little scary to do so.
That’s all well and good for those people. What about poor, neurotic me?
There is hope for you yet, my self-pitying friend. Might I suggest making a couple lists?
First, a an honest accounting of your positive qualities (yes, you do have them). Hard-worker? Check. Honest? Oh yes. Master of football trivia? Not my thing, but whatever floats your boat.
Etc.
Etc.
Etc.
Really think hard and make a good, long list.
Got it? Good.
Now, read through your list and think that those are all yours. For keeps. No one can ever take those things away from you.
Feeling better? Good.
We’re not done yet, though. Now I want you to make another list. Inventory all your accomplishments throughout your life, everything you can think of... just dump it all onto a sheet of paper. And yes, I mean everything. You learned to ride bike? Put it on the list. You survived Algebra I? Write it down.
Etc.
Etc.
Etc.
So again, read through your list. You already did those things. Nothing or no one (save for someone inventing time travel) will change that. Ever. So be proud of yourself... you earned it. Bask in your newfound glory. Because you’re awesome.
Now I don’t presume that you’re suddenly going to be able to charge headlong into life and conquer all of your obstacles just because you’ve read this blog post. That wasn’t my goal. I merely wanted you to think about who you really are. I wanted you to lift the hood, tinker around some, and see where the problem might be.
Now get to work on yourself. You’re worth the effort.
In short, I am many things. I am better at some things than others and that’s fine. I am also a guy that struggles with his self-confidence from time-to-time. To some of you, that may come as a surprise. Others may not exactly consider that an earth-shattering revelation.
In any case, I have more than a few thoughts on this subject. A recent conversation has caused me to do a great deal of reflection/ soul-searching/ etc. I’ve come to some interesting conclusions that I suspect will be of interest to many of you. So come at me with your questions, people...
So what is this “self-esteem” thing anyway?
Self-esteem has three parts, at least as I see it.
Self-worth- That’s your core. That’s how you see yourself as a person in general. Good? Bad? Indifferent? We’ll get back to self-worth in a minute.
Self-efficacy- This is where things get interesting. Self-efficacy is more or less about how good you think you are at getting things done. It’s generally not an across the board judgement. You may think you’re good at some things and bad at others. My personal example... I think I’m pretty good at this writing stuff, but not so much when it comes to home improvements. So I have no problem popping out a blog post like this one, yet I struggle and get frustrated when it comes to changing the faucet on my kitchen sink. Yeah, go ahead and laugh. Then come over and change out my faucet when you’re done with chortling at my expense.
Anyway, when your self-efficacy is lacking in a given area, you will be far more likely to get frustrated and probably give up entirely. This, by the way, is not great for your self-efficacy in that area.
Strong self-efficacy usually results in more persistent effort. Simply, when you’re confident your efforts will bear fruit, you’ll try harder and not give up.
Self-confidence- This is what you project out to the rest of the world. I don’t mean walking around with some arrogant swagger, making sure everyone knows that you are the shiznit. Actually, that sort of behavior is more often than not a smokescreen for someone with low self-esteem. What I’m talking about is a quiet, effective confidence. The kind of belief in oneself that doesn’t require public attention (unlike the aforementioned)... it just is and it just gets it done. Period. It’s intrinsic.
Intrinsic? What’s that mean?
From the Merriam-Webster online dictionary... belonging to the essential nature or constitution of a thing <the intrinsic worth of a gem> <the intrinsic brightness of a star>
Basically, built-in. Permanent (in tech terms, firmware). And certainly not contingent upon one’s income, job title or relationship status. A person who has good, strong intrinsic self-worth isn’t buffeted around by life’s occasional smackdowns. They can handle the disappointment, the job loss, the breakup. They can take it when someone cuts them down. Sure, they’ll feel sad or hurt but they’ll recover and move on. That loss or disappointment won’t affect their self-perception.
The person with intrinsic self-worth will be better able to deal with a little fear, since the downside doesn't define who they are. They’ll give their goals 100%. They’ll close that sale. They’ll tell someone they love them when they probably should, even if it’s a little scary to do so.
That’s all well and good for those people. What about poor, neurotic me?
There is hope for you yet, my self-pitying friend. Might I suggest making a couple lists?
First, a an honest accounting of your positive qualities (yes, you do have them). Hard-worker? Check. Honest? Oh yes. Master of football trivia? Not my thing, but whatever floats your boat.
Etc.
Etc.
Etc.
Really think hard and make a good, long list.
Got it? Good.
Now, read through your list and think that those are all yours. For keeps. No one can ever take those things away from you.
Feeling better? Good.
We’re not done yet, though. Now I want you to make another list. Inventory all your accomplishments throughout your life, everything you can think of... just dump it all onto a sheet of paper. And yes, I mean everything. You learned to ride bike? Put it on the list. You survived Algebra I? Write it down.
Etc.
Etc.
Etc.
So again, read through your list. You already did those things. Nothing or no one (save for someone inventing time travel) will change that. Ever. So be proud of yourself... you earned it. Bask in your newfound glory. Because you’re awesome.
Now I don’t presume that you’re suddenly going to be able to charge headlong into life and conquer all of your obstacles just because you’ve read this blog post. That wasn’t my goal. I merely wanted you to think about who you really are. I wanted you to lift the hood, tinker around some, and see where the problem might be.
Now get to work on yourself. You’re worth the effort.
Monday, July 23, 2012
The Story Behind the Story: Grandma
Not far from where I live, there’s a fire station. Next to it there’s a couple small houses and then a small strip mall with a Subway, a barber and a fitness center. A rather pleasant slice of middle America.
One day I was driving by and caught sight of an elderly woman sitting outside her brown brick house next to the fire station. She was seated on a bright teal metal chair, watching the world go by. I wondered what she was thinking. I wondered what was on her mind as she watched the world zoom on by.
I thought I might write a story about her. I first imagined her as something of a mentor to a younger person, with her hard-earned wisdom informing the outcome of the story. I set the idea aside for a few days and let it grow. I soon came up with the story of a young couple in a burgeoning romance. They would frequently visit the woman’s Grandmother, who would readily provide warm apple pie, ice cream and gentle advice.
I started writing and realized about halfway through that I didn’t have an ending. I had some idea the course the relationship might take, but I somehow knew that wasn’t the compelling ending I needed. I generally like to at least have an ending in mind but I forged ahead anyway. I got to what I knew would be the final scene and let my instincts take over. I more or less stumbled into what was one of my better endings. Those who have read the story know what I mean (no, I’m not giving it away here). In any case, I’d like to think that the real-life Grandma would enjoy her story.
“Grandma” is one of the fourteen stories that I’ve included in my new book, “Advent: A Short Story Collection”, now available on Amazon.com.
http://www.amazon.com/Advent-Short-Story-Collection-ebook/dp/B008K12Q3U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1342404759&sr=8-1&keywords=advent+jim+moens
I hope you’ve enjoyed this quick peek “behind the scenes”. You’ll see more “Story Behind the Story” blog posts very soon.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Rise
I’ve been waiting to see “The Dark Knight Rises” since... well, since I saw “The Dark Knight” back in 2008. The Batman has long been my favorite superhero. “Batman Begins” has been one of my favorite films since its debut in 2005. Here’s a character that used the unimaginable pain of losing his parents and turned it into something heroic. He honed himself mentally and physically until he became The Batman.
When the title for Christopher Nolan’s third and final Batman film was announced, I smiled. “The Dark Knight Rises”. Perfect. The Batman rises from the ashes and once again saves Gotham. I kept track of the film as it progressed... casting announcements, production stories, trailers, you name it.
The day of the premiere drew closer and anticipation built. Reviews came trickling, then flooding in, from all corners of the internet. Despite a few naysayers (mostly those who felt “The Dark Knight” was still a bit better) the consensus was that “The Dark Knight Rises” was a spectacular, stirring and emotional climax to Nolan’s trilogy.
My good friend (and fitness trainer extraordinaire), William Appelquist, informed me that he was going to a marathon of all three films; leading up to, of course, the midnight premiere of “The Dark Knight Rises”. Yes, I seethed with jealousy, but the vagaries of fatherhood and authorhood conspired to keep me away. Oh well. I have the first two on DVD anyway.
I got up this morning to be greeted with a horrific story out of Aurora, Colorado. A lone gunman, armed and armored, opened fire during a midnight screening of “The Dark Knight Rises”. The death toll as I type this stands at 12, with 38 injured. The alleged gunman, James Holmes, entered the theater about 30 minutes into the movie and opened fire.
A couple dear friends of mine live in Colorado and posted updates about the shooting throughout the morning. One was a picture of James Holmes... young, smiling, clean cut... not the sullen, crazed loner I had expected. This was the face of the boy next door. Chilling.
The story that so far has affected me the most was that of Jessica Redfield. She narrowly missed being a victim in Toronto mall shooting just weeks ago. She wrote eloquently of this experience on her blog...
"I was shown how fragile life was on Saturday. I saw the terror on bystanders’ faces. I saw the victims of a senseless crime. I saw lives change. I was reminded that we don’t know when or where our time on Earth will end. When or where we will breathe our last breath. For one man, it was in the middle of a busy food court on a Saturday evening.
I say all the time that every moment we have to live our life is a blessing. So often I have found myself taking it for granted. Every hug from a family member. Every laugh we share with friends. Even the times of solitude are all blessings. Every second of every day is a gift. After Saturday evening, I know I truly understand how blessed I am for each second I am given."
Jessica was one of those who died in the shooting last night.
So we mourn. We get angry that someone would end the lives of so many in such a cruel fashion. We’ll talk about this senseless tragedy for the next few days, shake our collective fist at this psychopath with his guns, smoke bombs and body armor. Then what? We’ll move on. We’ll watch the recap a year from today, bow our heads and once again go back to our lives.
Those lives will still be lost. The gifts those people could have given the world, wiped out in a hail of gunfire. Sounds like the bad guy won, doesn’t it?
Not if you and I have anything to say about it.
Let’s do this over the next few days... Live your life 100%, full-throttle. Do it for Jessica, who was just at the start of her dream career. Do it for all those people who were killed, all of whom I’m sure harbored dreams that will never be realized.
A few suggestions, if I may...
Chase that dream. With a vengeance.
Hug your kids.
Stand up for yourself.
Workout like a warrior.
Fix that relationship that needs fixing.
Write that book.
Apply for that job.
Walk away from the people that bring you down.
Sign up for that class.
Don’t give up.
The Batman rose from one of the worst personal tragedies imaginable and made himself a better man from it... a hero, in fact. We can also get something out of this tragedy. We can, in our own small ways, ensure that the bad guy doesn’t win this time.
We can be heroes.
We can RISE.
Monday, July 16, 2012
The Story Behind the Story: Emil
The Midwest Writing Center is based in Davenport, Iowa... a mere stone’s throw from where I live. I mean that almost literally. I can look out my back door and see the Bucktown Center for the Arts, where they are headquartered.
I’ve done some volunteer work for them over the years, participated in the occasional reading and my son was even lucky enough to attend their conference this past June. My favorite event of theirs is the annual Iron Pen contest. Everyone who signs up gets a writing prompt at the given time (generally 5pm on a Friday) with the goal to submit a completed short story, poem or non-fiction piece within twenty-four hours. It’s a good challenge and a great way to get the creative juices flowing. Better yet... this year my son Peter entered too, in the youth division.
The appointed time came and our prompt arrived. It was the same for both of us... “A bridge will be written”. Okay, then. I didn’t know if this was a random slop of words or some obscure literary reference. I did know that I had no clue what I would do with this prompt.
Peter, for his part, started right in on a fantasy story. I sat and thought, letting the phrase tumble around my mind.
“A bridge will be written”
Should write about an architect, struggling with designing a new bridge? What sort of metaphor might work? I thought that bridges weren’t just over a river or a highway. Bridges were... oh yeah, music. That might work. I did a little research and found the following definition...
A unique passage that comes between and connects two distinct sections of a song; a musical “segue.” A bridge will often build anticipation for an upcoming chorus.
So a musical bridge was the way to go. I knew I would want to reference the musical bridge explicitly as well as incorporate a bridge as a metaphor in some way.
It was finally time to use the most powerful weapon in my writer’s arsenal... thinking. Generally what I do when I come up with a promising idea is to let it gestate for a little bit. I might come up with an overarching idea, perhaps a few scenes or characters and then let my brain help me fill in some of the blanks.
The story’s opening scene came to me fairly quickly, along with a good sense of the main characters. I started writing in earnest... I wasn’t 100% certain where I was going, but given the contest’s deadline, I needed to get going. Fortunately the first scene pretty easily led to the second, the second to the third... it was akin to knocking down a line of dominoes.
Peter and I both got our stories submitted before the deadline. We found out just days later that we won awards in our respective age groups and were invited to an awards ceremony/ reading that was to take place on his birthday. Fantastic.
“Emil” is one of the fourteen stories that I’ve included in my new book, “Advent: A Short Story Collection”, now available on Amazon.com.
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I hope you’ve enjoyed this quick peek “behind the scenes”. You’ll see more “Story Behind the Story” blog posts very soon.
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