Write and Read What You Know – But Wish You Didn’t
by guest author Colleen L Donnelly
I’ve claimed for years that if you run up against a dilemma and need an answer—read the Bible and watch Seinfeld. Whatever is bothering you will have been covered in one or the other. And after you’ve discovered and acted upon the answer you sought…yes or no to a particular proposal, do or don’t to exacting revenge, will or won’t keep a rendezvous, go or stay when going is warranted…and grit continues to grind in your soul, then it’s time to flesh the residue out on paper. Write it down…or find someone else who did.
For those who feel the inclination to write, scratch out every heartrending, unreasonable, furious elation which surfaces…and burn it. Or stuff the list under your mattress for your kids to gape at long after you’ve forgotten it was there. You might reconsider burning it. Or publish it, because some ancestor likely will when they go through your things someday. But publish it in the form of a novel, and let fictitious characters that your children and neighbors won’t recognize resolve what was unresolvable in your soul.
That worked for me, and for the like-suffering non-writers who devoured my books. My and their tangled webs began to clear after a series of novels which dealt with an adulterer amidst other rather prudish characters. Exhausted, and with souls bared, there at the bottom of the barrel lay the betrayed and a betrayer, their judgment hammered out by the characters in my books.
Using these stories to undo the undoable, my readers and I demanded a chance for the woman in my book who was accused of having an affair to be heard before her husband banned her from the home. We gasped when a music professor was murdered, presumably by his wife, because of suspected infidelity. We applauded for the young and emotionally abused housewife whose life changed with a single compliment from another man. And we tried to drag the young authoress away from her engagement to a solid man, when her heart belonged to another. Lastly we didn’t know whether to love or hate the embittered wife who always knew, but couldn’t prove, she wasn’t the love of her husband’s life.
When you can’t open your mouth and say, “Ahhhhh,” and a doctor peer down your throat and exclaim, “Oh, there’s that nasty snag in your soul…hold on while I extract it,” then you need to go write or read a book. Characters are far more successful at unclogging what’s mired than we are, and they can do it in the privacy of your home where no one will ever gasp or know it was you.