Last night some of the workers from Magically Real HQ had dinner with some family members. Being Jewish, we did some complaining, some eating, and then we did some talking about other family members (don’t worry – it wasn’t any of YOU).
During that meal, I remembered a story I wrote about a distant relative. This distant relative was mean, arrogant, oppressive, and obnoxious. I wrote a fairy tale about this person where they come to a bad end in Oslo Norway.
It was a pretty good story but I was never able to place it.
Years later this person has had all sorts of problems and setbacks. I’m not sorry I wrote the story, but I’m glad it never got published.
Sometimes telling, but not sharing the story is the right way to go. This is not to say that injustice shouldn’t be named and unfairness shouldn’t be identified. And Horrible Acts should be shown to be Horrible. But sometimes, it’s perhaps a good idea to write that mean story about that mean person, and just KEEP it.
And maybe use some element of it for something else.
Here’s wishing everyone a happy week filled with judicious, effective narrative choices.