I recently read insights I’ve heard before but were worth hearing again as I prepare to write my next romance:
- Ask myself what matters to me, stirs me, and bothers me;
- look into my personal life for experiences that accompany these three things; then
- write something that says something.*
Here’s an experience I might use:
When I was in fifth grade, my family lived in Norfolk, VA. My sister, Marcia, was in ninth grade. One winter day, Marcia, her friend, Jean**, my friend, Patsy**, and I went to investigate a reported rare sight. The neighborhood lake, where a two-year-old boy had drowned the summer before, had frozen over.
Our group walked on the ice farther than other people had dared. Then, clustered together, we all fell through the ice in one whoosh.
Non-swimmers, Jean and Patsy panicked and pawed the ice edge. We tried to get a purchase on the ice rim, but the ice caved every time we applied pressure. Our soaked heavy coats and boots worked against us. I questioned whether we could get out before we drowned.
Soon, I was so fatigued I decided to give up. As soon as I was under the water and the bottom debris touched my legs, I gained renewed desire to live and worked my way to the surface.
Finally, the ice edge held firm. While treading water, Marcia shoved Jean out. Jean tramped away without looking back. How could a friend do that?
Marcia pushed Patsy out. My friend asked if she should help us. Marcia told her to leave the precarious edge and go home.
I pulled myself out. Marcia called to me. Exhausted, she asked me to help her. I admired her heroism, and love stirred. And now, she needed me. Shivering and teeth chattering, I stepped to the dangerous edge and extended my reddened hand. She linked her little finger with mine. Obviously, she needed only sisterly support and hoisted herself onto the ice surface.
I spotted my mitten on the other side of the large cavity. I gasped. Mommy had knit that mitten for me. I asked, “Should I get my mitten?” Marcia said, “No.” My stomach sank. Why had we been so stupid? How would I tell Mommy I’d left the mitten?
People on the lake hadn’t come to our rescue. They stared at us as we trudged toward home. I was too cold and drained to care. Once home, my mother was angry with us for our foolishness. My lips trembled as I told her I’d left my mitten. She ordered us upstairs to peel off our freezing wet clothes and get in a tub of warm water.
Mommy entered the bathroom and gave us each a shot of brandy. It burned my throat, but I warmed inside. Mommy wouldn’t have given us the brandy if her love weren’t greater than her anger.
Use personal experiences to write stories that say something. Click to tweet.
What do you think mattered to me, stirred me, and bothered me?
* “Making It Matter” by Deb Caletti (Writer’s Digest January 2018)
** Not their real names.
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