This is Hard…

… and it was actually just made harder by the fact that a small, adorable black dog just came and tried to sit on me while I type. Um, not working, Pip.

My original thought- Fiction is hard. Really writing fiction is so much more difficult than I expected- I mean, you’re making up an entire existance. And sometimes from things you know nothing about. For example, I have always known that Gretchen is a tennis player. Why? No idea. My experience with tennis extends to: knowing that my cousin’s play tennis, not-really-watching tennis at my aunt’s house on occasion, really sucking at Wii tennis, and having a VERY vague memory of a week of tennis camp when I was like seven. Or it could’ve been a day. Or I could’ve just picked up a racket in the Wal-Mart. Needless to say, I am not a tennis player and barely even understand the game. So why does Gretchen play tennis? Again, no idea. I’ve just always known that that’s what she does.

And why does she have twin brothers? Again, I don’t know. I don’t have brothers and I only know one set of twins and they’re girls (as an aside, I do know a lot of people who are twins, but I don’t know the set of them). But it’s how the story is supposed to go, of that I am certain.

But it’s hard. My life, my experiences are so much different than what I want for this family. Non-fiction is easy- it happened the way it happened and you can fudge it a bit or say the things you wish you’d said, but it happened and you can’t get too far from that or it’s not non-fiction anymore. I can totally screw this up with inconsistancies and improbabilities and other “ies” that make the reader sit back and, in the words of Mater and my 3 year old cousin Reid, say “Waaiit a mee-nut!”

So I sit here daily, trying to imagine the life of this girl and her family and to put it into a compelling story, one that makes you want to come back for more.

Or at least be proud enough to admit that I’m your friend. Wish me luck.

Oh yeah, and I’m trying to take a gigantic research class and study for my comps for Auburn. Good thing I gave up TV for lent or there might not be enough hours in the day.


One thought on “This is Hard…

  1. I completely understand where you're coming from. When you have an idea in your head for a story you think this should be easy because it's my world and my story. But then, reality sets in and you realize that although it's your world, no one else has ever been there and that means you've got some serious 'splaining to do. Don't doubt yourself. Just keep pressing on. Like my favorite fish Dory says, “Just keep swimming”. It'll all work out on paper beautifully.

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