Fat Guy Behind the Curtain
Last night I did a conference call with a ladies book group in Maryland who read and discussed Scream. I did one with the same group last year after they had read The Hunted. I always enjoy these type of things because it gives me an opportunity to hear the thoughts and questions someone had while reading my book. It’s an invaluable experience.
Questions that always tickle me, though, is when someone asks what happens with a character after the story is over or after the character’s role in the story ceases. I feel so terrible telling them I really have no idea. He or she is not a real person. I think in some way a bubble is burst. That whole Wizard of Oz syndrome.
The reader gets so engrossed in the story and the characters seem so real they assume the characters must live on after the final page. They come to me looking for answers, for hope, for information, and all they get is a little fat guy pushing buttons and pulling levers behind a curtain. How disappointing it must be.
I suppose I could always just make something up, though. Isn’t that what story-telling is all about?
OK, praise and prayer time. My prayer request is for next Tuesday when I have my port removed, that the surgery would go well, there would be no complications, and the recovery pain would be at a minimum since I’ll be going back to work the next the day.
My praise is for my wife, the mother of my children. She’s wonderful. She’s a blessing. She’s a fantastic mommy. She’s a Godsend. My girls love their mommy and that means everything to me. Any woman who would give up hours of could-be free time to homeschool her three daughters is a gem. And she doesn’t just homeschool them, she connects with them, she takes it very seriously and invests A LOT of her time in the lives of our girls.
Now it’s your turn. Share, please.
And for all the mommy’s out there: HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!