I’d like to write a Christmas short story – in fact, I’ve started
it. I have the characters, and the setting, and the plot, even the main working
scenes and an idea for the cover, and yet for some reason, the story just doesn’t
want to go anywhere. I don’t know if it’s because there isn’t any snow yet, or if
the characters aren’t inspiring, but I can’t seem to focus on them, to make them
real in my mind, and I figure if I can’t get excited about them, a reader certainly
won’t.
In the meantime, the idea for another full-length story popped
into my head this morning. I can picture the opening scene, picking blueberries
on Powerline Pass
near Anchorage on
a rare sunny day in August. Of course, the only ones who love blueberries more than
people are bears, and they’re not good at sharing. This story wants to be written.
So, I figure I’ll go with the muse and start the new story. I’ll
take notes and plan the story, writing little scenes as I picture them. I’ll spend
some time with the characters and get to know them. There is a mystery in this story,
so it will take plenty of plotting. Meanwhile, if I give it a little time to percolate,
maybe the Christmas story will gel. Or maybe it won’t. We’ll see.
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