I feel stories bubbling up to the surface, wanting to be told. With my fiction, I may not always choose the story – sometimes the story chooses me but ultimately I determine the course the story takes, how it will be told and what defines the beginning, middle and the end. I determine what is revealed in each chapter until finally, chapter by chapter, I’ve said all that needs to be said. I may put my characters through any number of hair-raising scenarios, emotional tsunamis, or supernatural experiences. It begs the question, “Are writers control freaks?” Do we get off on charting the course for our hapless characters? I’m not so sure.
Look, how many of us have total control over our own lives? I don’t know anyone who does. Shit happens, right? We don’t always choose the circumstances – sometimes they choose us. And in real life, we aren’t given the luxury to stand back and mold and define and refine the situation until it fits a perfect outcome. As much as we might like to be, we are not the authors of our own lives. If we were, wouldn’t we all write ourselves happy endings? I like fairytales and happily-ever-afters.
I feel sometimes as though I’ve been dropped into someone’s work of fiction while they are the midst of a difficult re-write – no kidding. I look forward to ending some chapters, while others I may lament a while. I can only hope the ending will turn out in my favor, but there’s no guarantee since I’m not the one controlling the pen.
What’s your take? Do writers have a god complex? If you could write yourself into the pages of any book, which book would it be? – Can’t wait to hear your answers to this…