Story crafters talk a lot about starting a story at an
optimal place. As a writer, novice or seasoned, you’ve probably penned a story or
two where you ended up remove a big hunk of your overly bloated beginning. I’m
guilty right there with ya!
And I totally agree, in order to hook your reader
and start the story off a swingin’ you absolutely must start at just the right spot to avoid either a
jarring entrance that puzzles and infuriates the reader or avoid wading through those
backstory-ladened first pages that put the reader into a coma before you even
get to the good stuff.
The meet cute. The inciting incident. The action.
Whatever the case may be for your journey on paper.
What is talked significantly less about is where the story
ends, which I have always found interesting since we all live for that Happily
Ever After.
A proposal. A wedding day. A pretty bow sealed with a kiss.
But haven’t you read those books where you fight, and I mean
fight to get to that HEA to discover you only get a handful of pages of “happy”
to cap off hundreds of pages of torture?
Sometimes you get
an Epilogue that gives you a glimpse of a happy moment down the road. And if
you’re lucky, there might have been some fun moments woven into the meat of the
story instead of a battle of wills and circumstances that eventually culminate
in a final sweet promise of a forever we are left to imagine.
Here's a good example: Cinderella was a big deal for me growing up but I see it more as women's fiction since there are such blatant flaws in the romance angle of the story. We suffer through the story with sweet Cindy, all the horrid details of her life, her longing for more. And what do we get for our trouble? One measly dance at the ball with the prince where they barely speak to each other. Bam! LOVE? Was he that good of a dancer? Is Cinderella just a gold digger using the prince to escape her poverty? Are we supposed to be satisfied that all we see of their love story is the dance and the wedding bells at the end? The prince sends his servant with a shoe to go retrieve his prize like he's too busy polishing his own gold-tasseled loafers to seek out the woman he wants to hitch his fancy carriage to! But I digress...
I hate to admit it but I dread reading books about married
people living these “so called” happily ever afters because it seems like once
they’ve settled in for the long haul, the honeymoon is almost always well and
truly over.
Doesn’t anyone write about
happy marriages? Honestly, if I pick up a romance novel and the characters
are already married in the beginning I know I’m looking at hours dealing with infidelity,
neglect, or abuse. Of course there needs to be conflict to move a story along
but is this what it boils down to…
-We reluctantly fall in love like we’ve contracted an
unfortunate, incurable disease…
-We have a few moments of bliss (or insanity) when we give in to it just
long enough to tie the knot…
-And then the story ends, or it just all disintegrates into heartbreak,
lonely coexistence, regret, insecurity, betrayal, (fill in additional factors
for divorce here).
Why?! Why do we
stop at “And they all lived happily ever after” and never continue the story to
show what we really long to see... Faithfulness, enduring passion,
genuine agape love. friendship. Commitment.
Maybe it’s just me, but 90% of the stories I read make falling
in love seem like a total drag and then they cap it off with a few happy smiles
and sweet kisses. Are we supposed to be satisfied with that? Doesn't our happy ending exist in the chaos of walking through all the beautiful
messes of life with someone we trust and desire and actually enjoy having at
our side? And why is no one telling that part of the story even a little bit
before they type in those last two three letter words… the end.
Tell me… have you
read any stories that include this type of flourishing happily ever after for
more than a chapter at the end? What’s the best
HEA story you’ve read lately. We all need some fairy dust now and then. Happy
Friday, Alley Pals!
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Amy Leigh Simpson is a writer, singer, runner, foodie, coffee-lovin’-chocoholic. When she’s not dreaming up saucy love stories sprinkled with suspense and mystery, she’s chasing around her two adorable tow-headed toddler miscreants (Ahem)—boys, playing dress up with her miracle princess baby, and being the very blessed wife to the coolest, most hunky hero on the planet (sorry, ladies—taken). Though Amy doesn’t use her Sports Medicine degree for anything but patching up daily boo boo’s, she enjoys weaving medical aspects into her writing. Represented by the oh-so-wise and dashing Chip MacGregor of MacGregor Literary Inc.
