Never Too Late

Dear Catherine,

I left flowers for you earlier. Now I'm writing you. Even though you'll never read this, I know you won't. But I just had to say this. I think I love you.

I think it started around the time I met you freshman year in college. It was the first day and we were in the same Political Science class. From the first time I saw you I couldn't take my eyes off of you. You were beautiful. You had the warmest eyes I'd ever seen, amazing curves, a jaw dropping smile, for God's sake you even laughed cute! And it wasn't just your appearance, you also had this way about you. I remember when you turned to me and asked me what year I was in. My heart nearly stopped.  I'd never met someone so charismatic, so kind and gentle, and yet so strong and confident. We became friends right away. We hung out doing whatever: you got me into parties I wasn't cool enough to get into myself, I cooked for you, we played Halo. Oh man, I'll never forget the time you burned a CD for me of your favorite music. I hated it. But I still listened to it over and over. I even researched the bands, hoping that one day I could impress you.

Now it's senior year, and even after 3 years of being around you seeing you still gives me butterflies. If I'm honest with myself, I think the reason I never admitted how I felt to you is that I got used to that feeling. I got used to having you in my life, even if it was just as a friend. I even got used to that longing to have more with you that I felt in my stomach, to the urge to lean over and kiss you, to that larger than life concept of you that lived in my head.  If I told you how I felt and you didn't feel the same way, I might lose those nights spent watching movies, the coffees before morning class and the philosophical conversations.

So I can't even begin to tell you how I felt when I heard you'd taken your own life. It boggles my mind. I didn't believe it was true. You always seem so happy. Everyone loves you. I can't believe that we were so close and I had no idea. Maybe I was too caught up in my desire for you to realize you needed help. Maybe you were just that good at hiding it. But it stopped my world when I heard. I blamed myself. I blamed society. I felt like shutting down. I felt like trying to not feel anything and just pushing through.

I guess what I'm saying is I'm mad at myself. I had literally thousands of opportunities to tell you how I felt. I even had some perfect moments. I mean perfect; the kind that only happen in movies. I blew every one of them. I have to accept that I am the only one at fault. But, in some selfish way, I'm mad at you too. You took the girl that I can't get out of my head away from me. The girl that keeps me up at night. I'll never see her again. I'll never know if she felt the same way about me. I'll never know what could have been. The more I think of it, the more it makes me feel selfish. I was your friend. I missed that you were in trouble. I let you down. And now all I can think about is how we will never be together? I have to trust that you knew me well enough to know that I care about you just as much as a friend as I did anything else. But my mind is stuck on what could have been.

So here I am. In love with my dead friend. I don't know where I go from here. The student counselor says that writing this letter will help. Honestly I don't care if it helps me or not. I'm not writing this for me. I just have this irrational hope that wherever you are now, you'll be able to read this. I'm writing this to tell you that I cherished every moment I spent with you.  To say that knowing you has changed my life. To tell you that I hope you know we all love you, we miss you and you will never be forgotten. And last, I want you to know that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for letting you leave this world without knowing exactly how much you mean to me.

Love always,
Chuck

The Wedding Ring

Dear Kendra,

You and I know each other better than anyone else does. At this point in our lives together we've talked about just about everything there is to talk about. We don't always agree, but we do always work things out. We've talked about if we will have kids, the only question now is what will we name them? We've talked about if we will stay in the city or move to the suburbs, the only question now is which suburb? We both now we'll get married, the only question now is what type of ring will you be getting?

And that's the reason why I'm writing this.  I know that you want a big, diamond ring. And the question I think you (and everyone else we know) is what will I get? I mean after all, I'm the man that thinks that diamonds are a scam.  They aren't rare at all. The amount available in the market is artificially suppressed to keep prices high. All awhile the media tells us that if a woman doesn't get a diamond ring, she isn't loved. The connotation is that money equals love, which is insulting to both of us and... well, you've heard this more times than either of us care to remember.  So it should come as no surprise to you that I got you a non-traditional, non-diamond ring.

And I found the perfect one. The band is white gold, with a rose colored gold setting.  The gem is a beautiful circle cut topaz. It shines so beautifully in the light. I think it's perfect. I had to buy it.  

But when I got it home, I had to ask myself if you would like it.  Like I said, we know each other better than anyone else does, so tried to imagine your reaction.  I would drop to one knee and reach into my pocket. You would feign a look of shock and flash your beautiful smile.  I can imagine your heart racing in anticipation as I open the box.  And, because I know you, I know that you wouldn't flinch at the sight of the topaz.  You'd just smile as I placed it on your finger and remark about how beautiful it is (it really is beautiful, I promise).  You would love it just the same because it's what I got for you.  And no, it might not be exactly what you wanted, but you would know that I went through a lot of trouble to find a ring we both can agree on.  Over time I know that you would form a bond with it because it's a sign of us. A sign of our love and our relationship.  No matter what, you would never be disappointed, never take it as a sign that I don't love you, and you'd defend me and my ring choice to whoever challenged it, simply because you love me.

And that's why I can't give you that ring.  How can I not give everything to a woman that supports me so wholeheartedly that she is willing to grow to love a ring that she doesn't think is perfect, a ring that is totally different than the one she dreamed of getting from the time she was little.  Yes, diamonds are a big deal for me.  But no matter what, making you happy is bigger.  You're a rare and special woman, Kendra.  And I love you for you, and that means everything about you, not just for the parts that I philosophically agree with.  So I don't want to give you want I think you should have. To me, that would just symbolize that I don't accept you, or that I want to change you. Instead, I'm going to give you, the woman I love, what you want.

I'm writing this because I know that you probably expected me to pop the question during our date last night since I've been dropping hints constantly.  I didn't want you to feel confused or disappointed. I just wanted to say I'm not going to ask you yet. I can't. I had to take my ring back. And I wont be proposing until I find the right ring. The ring you deserve.

Love,

Howard

Thank You, Jerk

Dear Nick,

I know we broke up like a week ago. And I know I said some really mean stuff to you. But I've been thinking a lot and I think I actually want to say thank you. You might not believe me, but I really mean that. Thank you.

I'm sure you're surprised to hear me say that because, well you know, you were a total and complete asshole to me. I don’t know whether or not you were pretended to be something you’re not when we first met, but I fell for you right away. You made me laugh. You cared about what was going on with me. You knew about everything: computers and cars, politics and sports, class rock and J-Pop. I wanted to be with you so badly I looked past all the dumb stuff you did. Up until you cheated on me. That even rose colored glasses couldn't fix.

But I digress. This is about me saying thank you. First of all, thank you for showing me how much of a jerk you really are early in the relationship. I don’t know where that kind, charming guy that asked me out went, but the guy I ended up dating was someone completely different. Honestly I was really upset that after 4 months of making excuses when you didn't do what you said you would, 4 months of taking more of an interest in your life than you took in mine, and 4 months of ignoring friends to hang out with you, you had the nerve cheating on me. How did I deserve that?! But then I realized, I've seen people not find out they're with a deadbeat until after they've been married for years. So in a weird way, you actually did me a favor by cheating on me now rather than later.

The second thing I want to say thank you about is something I learned from you. When I told people after we broke up about all the stuff that I was willing to do or put up with just to be with you they said that wasn't healthy. I didn't get that at first; I didn't think there is anything wrong with how I felt.  That was until someone reminded me that love is a two way street. No matter how strongly you felt about me, I would not have let you neglect your friends or miss class or skip work. I cared too much about you to let do something that might mess up your life like that. You, on the other hand, had no problem with me stopping nearly everything in my life just to do something stupid like sit in your dorm and listen to music. 

Now I get what they meant. What's unhealthy is not how I felt. What was unhealthy was that you didn't care enough about me to stop me from giving up a part of me. But what was even more unhealthy is that I actually did. I see now that that's not love. A wise man once said, "You know you're in love when you're willing to give up everything just to be with someone. You know they love you when they won't even let you consider it."

Ok fine, no one ever said that, I just made it up. Maybe I'm just naive and that's not even a real thing, but that's pretty much how I feel. It's ok to be head over heels for someone, but how I feel about someone is not more important than how I am treated by them. I don't have to put with crap from some guy just because I'm into him and I can't put the rest of my life on hold just for him. Thank you, because I never would have learned that without you.

I guess all in all, dating you was a good thing. I mean yes, I did experience heartbreak, but I found out you're really an asshole, I learned an invaluable lesson and I don't even have to hire a divorce lawyer! I'd say that's a net positive! Writing this letter has given me some closure and I'm really not even mad at you anymore. 

But it still could come back at any moment, so it's probably better for you if you don't talk to me. Ever.

Goodbye,
Caitlin

Lessons I've Learned: No. 3

Developing Your Story

Alright. You've decided you're a writer. You've accepted that perfection doesn't exist. You've picked out a story idea you want to work on. What now?

Now we carefully cultivate that idea into a story. Even if you're the type of writer that likes to dive in head first by just writing and seeing where the story takes you, you still need to have the basis of the story outlined. You need to know who your characters are, what the conflict is and what your story is about. Once you have that, you can write until your hands fall off. And if you're like me, you want to have things nailed down right away.

Where to start?

Most people tell you to start with your main character, also known as the lead.  I believe that's generally pretty sound advise, except in one instance.  If you are writing a story about a completely foreign world, a world that your reader is unfamiliar with and must have explained to them, it is usually easier to start with constructing the world around your character first.  What does the world look like? Are there vast amounts of poverty and inequality? Is it a technologically advanced or a primitive world? What type, if any, of government is there? What do people do everyday, for work and for fun?

This is particularly useful for fantasy or futuristic Sci-fi worlds (and maybe historical fiction too, I'm not sure because I've never written any) because your lead will be a product of the world around them.  For example, Spock from Star Trek shouldn't be overly emotional since he's a Vulcan and Vulcan's are almost strictly logical. Or I should say, he should be overly emotional without an explanation.  They is no reason why your lead can't break the mold. Maybe the fact that he's half human makes it harder for Spock to control his emotions than is it for other Vulcans.  Either way, developing the world first will help you decide what the norms are for society. From there you can decide if your character strays form the norm, and why.

Now to be clear, you should develop both your main character and the world around them in the early stages of your story. My suggestion is just about which one you should do first.  In addition to the questions above, you should also ask what make your world unique. Even if the world you are writing about is the world outside your own window, figure out how you will make it come to life for the reader. And in the same way, you should strive to make your main character a full fledged being with desires and fears and motivations. Here are some areas to consider that will help you create a substantial, relatable lead:

• Background - Where is your character from and what have they done
• Personality - Are they witty or dim, hot headed or even-tempered
• Speech patterns - What words to they use or don't use, how do they talk
• Appearance - Physical appearance
• Habits - Conscious or subconscious habits
• Strengths and Weaknesses - What is he/she good and bad at
• Flaws - Creating major or minor character flaws in your lead (like over-confidence or spitefulness) makes them seem more realistic, more human and more relatable

Conflict, Conflict, Conflict

So now you have the most interest, well-developed characters and the most beautifully described world ever.  Time to start writing right? Well there's one more thing you should consider first. Conflict. Without a substantial conflict, your story won't be very interesting.  Who would want to read Harry Potter if no one wanted to kill Harry, everyone got along, there were no mysteries to solve and there was no such thing as the dark arts? Sounds like a snooze fest to me.

The conflict is one of the most important parts of your story. It's what hooks the reader; they'll want to know how your lead gets out of the impossible situation they find themselves in.  How your characters meet the challenge will help define their personalities. And the best conflicts are hard to solve, filled with obstacles and unavoidable.

When creating the conflict of your story, shoot for an all consuming conflict: your character shouldn't be able to go on with life as usual because of the conflict. Putting their life in danger is the easiest way to accomplish that, but it can also be something as simple as a woman who is unable to resume her normal life in society because she is ostracized  (a la The Scarlet Letter). Once you have the conflict for your story, make it bigger. Limit your character's time.  A bomb that will detonate in the next hour is far more interesting than a bomb that will go off sometime next week.  Increase the stakes by making it personal. Put the bomb within a block of your lead's kid's school.  Throw in obstacles.  Let's say the bomb is behind a locked door and only one woman knows the code. If you need some ideas, Janice Hardy has some great tips for forcing conflict into your story on her blog. In the end, the conflict is the entire point of the story. Don't shoot yourself in the foot by creating a story with a weak conflict.

Where does it end?

At this point, those of you that enjoy jumping into writing and letting the chips fall where they may probably have enough of the basics down to start. You'll obviously need to go back and fill in some other pieces as you go along, but you have set yourself up well to explore your story with a purpose. But you (and people who like to have things planned out ahead of time like me) may benefit from spending some time brainstorming where your story will end.

Now by that I don't mean that you should necessarily know exactly how the story ends before you start. Sometimes after you spend enough time with your characters you will realize the way that they would resolve the conflict, and it might be different than how you might. But you do want to know if your character should end in a better or a worse position than when your story started.  If she started out in the slums, is she now the Queen? Or is she still in the slums? This will dictate what type of character arc you will use, and understanding the basis of that character arc will help you develop your character (K.M Weiland does a great job of explaining character arcs and story structures here).

If your story has any moral to it (i.e. don't discriminate), you should plan it out now to make sure that it carries throughout the rest of the story. If you are planning a sequel or a series, make sure you plan out any important events or changes that need to happen by the end of your current story. I am currently fleshing out the idea for a 2-book set (the one about the bad-ass that I posted about earlier), and I know that by the end of the first book my lead should be jaded and bitter so that she can realize the error in her ways in the second book. That means I need to throw in some stuff in the first book that will make her upset and mistrustful of people.


But by far, the most important thing is not to be afraid to let your story evolve.  You will probably change the conflict, the plot, the characters and everything else about your story multiple times. But that's a good thing.  That's how you take your idea and turn it into a story. 

Why "Story Teller?"

The Power of a Story

Everyone that knows me knows that even in conversation I describe myself as both a writer and a story teller. (I even purchased business cards recently that have "Writer, Blogger, Storyteller" as the description.)  Well recently a friend of mine asked why I refer to myself as a story teller. You know, instead of simply as a writer. The simplest answer I could give him at the time was that the two are not synonymous or mutually exclusive; just because you write doesn't necessarily mean you tell stories, and being a story teller doesn't mean you necessarily write books. But I think it's a little deeper than that.

You see for him "story teller" makes him think of oral storytelling; the people who learn and recite cultural myths and stories as a means to keep part of a culture alive. But to me a story teller is simply someone who shares tales with others. Those stories might be oral, but they also might be written or interactive like a video game.  They may be folk lore, or they may be historically accurate or even completely made up. And in a weird sort of way, I've begun to think about the world in terms of stories. President Obama's rise to Oval Office. The Seattle Seahawks' journey to become Super Bowl champs. The clash of warring nations. A friend's struggle with depression and substance abuse. Even though you might not be a fan of the character or the story line, all of those are stories. And that's what I see when I look at the world. A collection of stories.

So yes, I write. But I also hope to develop video games and screen plays, and even maybe tell stories orally. My goal in any endeavor is to tell a great story.  Stories make us feel. They teach us lessons. They entertain us. They change our lives. And for me, whether I'm working on writing a book or short story or a plot for a video game, my goal will always be to create a story that does all 4 of those things.

So there it is I suppose: I call myself a story teller because I want to put the emphasis on the stories I tell, not just the things that I write down. Man, I wish I would have thought of that when my friend asked me!