No, author friends, I'm not talking about science fiction, fantasy, or any other sort of paranormal worlds, I'm talking about the little worlds we're intimately connected to. You know, the ones we are always reaching for, the ones that we don't even always realize that we need. The world of that kid in the library who likes that book cover, and decides, 'eh, why not?' The world of that teacher looking for material to recommend, the worlds of those thousands of teenagers and men and women and children who, we hope, will accept our offering to their lives.
Once again, I have to point to the awesomeness that is Taherah and her most recent blog post. There's a snippet in there that's FANTASTIC, it's relatable, true, and makes you think for a bit. I read it this morning, and now (it's about 3 pm) it's still in my mind. Which, if you knew the hyperactive sieve that is my brain, you'd be impressed.*you would, authors!*
She reached my world.
How can we, as writers, do that? (any ideas?) How do we reach people? Sometimes we do write things that impact people, but do we know how we do it? Can we recognize when we do it? I think I might've, once, in a short story/essay. (I posted part of it in the end, warning: it's nowhere near as awesome as Tahera's snippet!) Whose world it touched, if any, I had no idea, but somebody's. It's a feeling you get, you know? Not just this is actually good - wow, this is actually kinda good! feeling, but one that has only a little to do with the quality of the work.
So what is it? And how can we actually put it into everything we write?
Authors! Do you know?
Please, comment and tell me, if you have an idea. Or if you know what I'm talking about. If you have no idea, tell me I'm crazy! (No new info there)
Here's part of the story, don't be mad that I posted it and made this post soooooooooo long!! (please?) Don't read it if you don't want to - like I said, it may reach someone's world, maybe not yours. :P Really, I just want to know what you guys think it is that makes some stories... that little bit 'more.'
(I really wanna know your thoughts, authors, cause you're so smart! I'll continue this thought tomorrow, hopefully with thoughts of how we can maybe achieve it in our work - but you gotta tell me what it is first!)
^see that? I added my name! It's name recognition, it'll make me famous!
All four of us started high-school in a similar way – I guess we weren’t so different then. Bright eyed, to some degree, and innocent. We wouldn’t have said we were innocent, we’d have said we were quite knowledgeable about anything sexual and inappropriate, but it was that crude middle school knowledge. We knew the facts, we knew absolutely nothing about what they meant. There were other similarities, of course, but there was one thing that drew us together, even from such radically different worlds; music.
In the end, it was marching band that truly connected us. Marching band chronicled our lives; it was the way we wanted to live but were too afraid to. In an age – our age – of apathy, of only ever working as hard as you have to, participating in something that required every bit of our beings, if only for a moment, tied bonds tighter than any of us could imagine.
The problem is that none of this meant anything. We were just kids living lives the same as thousands of the others around us. Four corners of the square, different and unable to resist reaching toward the others. Alice was the ideal of our age, Josh was the reality, Carter was the rejecter, and I was the rejected. We all had questions – why are we here? What does it all mean? – and they sounded good in our minds and in poetry slams, but none of them really meant much in real life. Not really. None of us knew the answers to the cosmic questions, but we all firmly believed they could be answered, and that’s what kept us going – at least for a while.