Review your Mission Statement Define what is the art of Fiction Define the Elements for Creating a Story/Scene Intro of Conflict, rise in conflict, resolution Write the ending to this story Creating Characters - Where do they come from?
My wife and I have a friend named Larry who just went through a horrendous divorce. My wife ran into him at the mall. He looked terrible—sad and despondent. He sounded even worse than he looked, so she invited him over for dinner to try to cheer him up. Larry’s an old friend, so we know what he likes. My wife cooked his favorite food and I bought a bottle of his favorite scotch. We had a nice dinner and let Larry know we would be there for him whenever he needed us. He could call anytime night or day. No matter what, we would be there to help him through this. Larry felt better. We felt better. He went home happy. We went to bed happy. It was a great night, all around, for everybody. That’s the end of the story.
I’ve got a touch of bronchitis or flu the day Larry is coming for dinner. I’m not feeling great, so I stay home to rest up so I won’t let Larry down.
Now, the flu is a minor detail, but I want you to decide whether you want it in or out. You don’t have to have a reason—just a feeling. Remember, this is not flu we’re talking about. This is story and in story, everything counts. Nothing is along for the ride. So, the flu is in.
Larry comes over. We have a few drinks. He and my wife are both smokers. The smoking makes it hard to breath, but I say nothing. I want all of us to get along. Before we get to dinner, they run out of cigarettes. “I’ll go get them,” I say. “I want to get out of this haze and clear my lungs.”
I head out for the corner store to get their smokes. It’s a nice walk, having a sudden moment alone just to think about things. I get their cigarettes and head back, but instead of walking up the front walk, I decide to take the shortcut down the alley. I’m walking down the alley, relaxing, breathing fresh air, looking at the yards. Now, our kitchen sticks out from the back of the house and has a window in which I can see Larry and my wife. As I come through the yard, I see they’re having a rather intense conversation. My wife is especially lively. I haven’t seen her that bubbly in months.
My wife says something. I don’t hear what she said, but Larry laughs, opening his arms. They embrace and have a nice long kiss.
I figure, “Heck with it. What do I care? Everybody cheats. Look at Clinton.” Then I go in, we have a nice dinner, pledge our friendship to Larry, and wind up good friends just like before.