Some of my short stories write themselves.
The characters involved are eager to have their stories
told. Sometimes they even jostle among themselves for the role of lead
protagonist. Then I have to be firm, analyzing whose story it really is.
Usually I will then insist on writing it from that character’s perspective,
although there can be alternatives. Dr. Watson, for example, tells stories of
Sherlock Holmes from his own perspective. Very effectively.
I often find I have to assure other eager characters that
their turn can come, too. They lie in the back of my mind to be resurrected and
put to work at a later date. Sometimes they lose their distinct identity and
meld with other characters. Sometimes they remain firmly true to the form in
which they originally appeared, resistant to any modification.
There are times when I feel like a stenographer, scrambling
to take down what the character is dictating. Those stories emerge fully formed
and need only minor editing.
Other times I feel like a coach, demanding that the
protagonist answer probing questions and examine aspects of themselves they
would prefer to ignore. Those stories take multiple drafts and rewriting.
Of course, some stories of both kinds end up in my “dead”
file. Deservedly so. They don’t hang together properly; the characters or the
action is not credible (even if it’s based on true happenings;) or the whole
story is just a self-centered rant by someone who tells a basically boring
tale. These stories will never see light of day.
Then there’s the situation I’m facing now.
As many of you know, several of us on Writers Who Kill post
short stories between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I’m working on mine now.
But Carson, the protagonist, isn’t cooperating particularly
Part of it is his personality. He’s always been introverted,
so the whole idea of telling his story to other people goes against his
instincts. He’s had a rough life and doesn’t feel he’s handled it well,
although the story is about his attempts to change that. He presents several
subplots which he insists are essential if the whole thing is to make any sense.
I have tried pointing out that subplots are fine in a novel. In fact, they’re
pretty essential. But short stories don’t lend themselves to that type of
complexity. He’s let me cut them back a bit, but insists they need to be
Then there’s the whole Christmas story genre. Although there
are situations in which I merrily present a “watching a train wreck” story
which ends badly for the characters, I don’t want that for a Christmas story. I
can deal with a melancholy ending, even an ambiguous one, but there has to be
hope and some personal satisfaction there for the characters. I’m as much a
stickler for the satisfying ending here as any romance writer.
Carson and I have been at this for days now. I’ve had to
call in my critique partners for help. The first version I submitted came back
with the comment that it’s a bit sour for a Christmas story, even if the ending
is acceptable. Some of the story could be left hanging—after all, much of our
lives are left hanging at any particular time—but if I was going to include Carson’s
main subplot, I needed at least a hint of resolution for it.
I’ve just submitted my third rewrite, and am awaiting the
verdict on whether the story has progressed sufficiently to be sent to my on-line
critique group, and then (hopefully) to final edits. Carson is a bit grumpy
about it, but he concedes this seems to tell the tale reasonably. And it is
still his story.
With any luck, in a few weeks you will be reading the
results of our efforts. If it doesn’t work this time, I may inform Carson that,
despite all our work, this one will have to go in the “dead” file. Which
doesn’t leave me a whole lot of time to find a more cooperative character to
tell a Christmas story.
I hope you will read and enjoy all the stories we present
during the holiday season.