This was the question posed to me by my gentleman friend’s
seven-year-old daughter Saturday evening. Her dad and brother were on a quick
run to the store, leaving me to glance around frantically at intervals in
search of the responsible, supervising adult, only to realize that’s me.
Since we’d all spent our afternoon at an alpaca ranch, I had
her draw an alpaca, followed by writing a poem about an alpaca. Then I
suggested she write a story.
“What should I write a story about?” she asked.
I considered suggesting an alpaca, but decided we’d already
beaten that theme to death. “I write stories for a living,” I told her. “You’d
think I could come up with a good subject, but I’m drawing a blank.”
I half expected her to grab her pen and request instructions
for drawing a blank, but she’s smarter than the average bear.
“What kind of stories do you write?” she asked.
I hesitated, deciding it was best to keep things simple
instead of explaining the concept of romantic comedy and the fact that the last
scene I wrote involved a passionate encounter with the characters covered in
pureed beet.
“Well, I write romance novels,” I told her. “They’re pretty
much like love stories.”
“Love stories,” she repeated, testing out the phrase.
“Sure,” I said. “Usually about a boy and a girl who love
each other.”
I opted not to confuse the issue by explaining the current
popularity of male/male romance or BDSM erotica—a responsibly adult decision,
if I do say so myself.
“I’m going to write a love story,” she announced, and bent
to the task with pen in hand. She wrote an introductory line, then looked up.
“How did you and daddy meet?”
I weighed my words carefully, not sure how much to share.
She’s heard snippets of the tale before, and we included both kids in the
celebration two weeks ago when my gentleman friend and I commemorated the
two-year anniversary of our first date.
But the details are a bit more complex. I imagined myself
launching into the story. Well you see,
you were a newborn when your parents moved here, and your dad got a job in the
education department of a medical center where I served on the marketing team.
But we really didn’t know each other at all—maybe just enough to say hello in
the hallway—and we would have lost touch completely after we both moved on to
other jobs. But your dad ended up working in an office where he became best
friends with one of my close girlfriends, which is how I heard about your
parents’ divorce and your dad’s eventual rebound to become the strong,
confident, sexy guy he evolved into over the following few years. That’s why I
called him for advice and moral support when I went through my own divorce
several years later. Well, that, and the fact that I thought your daddy was
hot, and I kinda wanted to make out with him.
I didn’t say any of that, of course.
“We both worked at the hospital,” I told her, aiming for
simplicity. “A long, long, time ago.”
That was enough for her. She asked for help spelling a few
words, including her father’s first name (which she recently discovered is not daddy).
At last, she presented me with the story:
It was lovely and simple and sweet, and a very good reminder
to me of my own habit of over-thinking plot-lines for my romantic comedies. I’m
not a plotter by nature, but recently had to craft a detailed synopsis for the
editor handling a new book deal I haven’t formally announced yet.
When the editor presented me with constructive feedback on
the synopsis, I laughed when I got to this line.
Tawna
might be over-thinking this just a wee bit.
It’s a phrase I’ve considered having tattooed on my arm more
than once, and a good reminder to me that sometimes less is more, particularly
when it comes to love stories.
Luckily, the notes came at a point where it was easy for me
to course-correct and head in a more simplified direction with the story. I’m
now about two-thirds of the way through, and feeling good about things.
When my gentleman friend returned from the store, the
seven-year-old presented him with the story, complete with a hand-drawn cover.
“Do you like it?” she asked him.
He smiled at her, then at me. “Very much.”
Are you a fan of the KISS principle (Keep It Simple, Stupid)
or do you struggle like I do with the habit of over-thinking things? Please
share!
I’m going to go read that story again. There might be a line
or two to help me out with this next scene.
9 comments :
Awwwww!
Kids do have a way of cutting through the crap we add to everything, don't they?
I over-think things, over-talk things, over-do things...it's a wonder I ever get to that last one, the part where when I actually do something, it's too much.
I am a chronic overthinker. I often precede my first drafts with pages and pages of notes - plot is not my strong point, so I get self conscious and think I have to overcompensate.
This is such a nice reminder to keep it simple - and what a sweet "how we met" story!
If I'm not overthinking, I'm not thinking at all... check my pulse! I might be dead!
You are becoming a wonderfully responsible adult, btw, Tawna. I am very proud of you. :)
Aw! Cutest story EVER!
I am totally a KISSer (ha!). Sometimes too much. My drafts are so short they hardly qualify as novels. *sigh* The grass is always greener... ;)
Someday ... she is going to find all of your blog posts.
Hell, I overthink EVERYTHING. For the three months preceding my move back to Seattle, I had second thoughts and third thoughts and for the move itself I had a spreadsheet and constantly worried that I wouldn't get everything done in time, even tho' I've moved a couple of dozen times. It almost surprised me when we arrived on time and unscathed on Friday. Of course (ominous music here), the moving truck hasn't yet arrived, so that still has time to fall apart. :)
I overthink and then I analyze it and decide I was on the wrong track and REthink it.
That's a sweet story; maybe she'll grow up to a writer like you. Like you, I have a habit of over-thinking things; that's one of the reasons I'm neurotic. :) But I wasn't always like that, because I remember writing stories when I was close to your gentleman friend's daughter's age. I just wrote down what I wanted to say and what I thought would be interesting, and it seemed like it was much easier back then.
Well, looks like I'm guilty of tossing that KISS principal out the window and watching it get driven over by several unsuspecting vehicles ...
I can't seem to be able to create simple characters! Each one has a complex back story and a million different twists and turns. and each character I name has a pretty good chance of showing up later on in my stories ...
Anyways, I was feeling a little down and out, but the heart in your blog post helped warm me up.
For that I thank you very much :-)
Time to write! :D
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