I read a lot of books. I digest a lot of scenarios. One that runs particularly common through the stories I read is that of describing one who is no longer among them.
Right now I’m sitting at the outdoor bar at Bobby Byrnes in Mashpee Commons waiting for my friend. She and I are having dinner before our board meeting this evening. I’m sipping my wine, with one eye on the alley way where she’d be arriving. I haven’t seen this friend in quite some time and looked forward to catching up with her after work today.
I looked down the alley way and thought about what I would do when I saw her. Would I just wave? Or would I hop off my seat and wave my arms and jump up and down? I like the second scenario. After all, I’m outside.
As a writer, I could just picture someone, like my friend, remembering me as the one who was jumping up and down in the middle of restaurant when I saw her. I would like that. I would like to be remembered as a positive person who always took pleasure in whatever was happening at the moment. Every novel needs that character.
How would you like to be remembered if you were the character in a novel that was no longer among your peers? Do your everyday actions reflect that memory?
Oh…here she comes…here I go…
And so, as another day goes by, I am who I am, and I’d like me in a novel – lol! And…I have written.
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