Unfulfilled

When I was writing, the porch didn't have snow. It's much nicer in the summertime!

She knew what she wanted.

She sat on the front porch of their run-down starter home, laptop open. The short story had been a resounding success… with her family and teachers. It could be the scene in a larger work.

The fertility drugs were in overdrive, which made it relatively easy to write the sex scenes. Lots of sex scenes. More sex scenes than a romance novel really needed…

The story went on.

And on.

The characters wanted to do more things… to have a life… it couldn’t just end like that, there was more to tell!

The story grew longer. She didn’t know her wordcount because she’d broken the story into multiple files, intending to put it all together at some later date.

The date never came, but the baby did. And a big sister who had nothing to do with fertility drugs.

The story sat in the back of the proverbial drawer, never to see the light of day.

But that didn’t mean the story was unimportant… it was a first novel. That one that every writer has to write. That baby that every writer has to look at and say “This is not my best work. This never will be, no matter how much editing and revising I do.”

Because without that first novel… without however many “first novels” a writer ends up having, a writer can never write that first professional work.

That baby that grows up, gets a job, and takes care of itself.

That work that gets published.

This memoir was written for the Write On Edge prompt “Unfulfilled.” I still have a hard time writing memoir in first person… the words flow so much better in third person, so I just go with it.

My instant reaction when I saw this prompt was “Oh, yes yes yes! This fits in perfectly with my “What Would Have Been” story about Marie Antionette!” And then I remembered that this was supposed to be memoir… But the theme of WWHB is characters whose lives were cut short without fulfilling their potential.

Oh, and if you’re curious about that story in the back of the drawer, it’s still there. I might completely redo it… someday. The short story was called “A Whiter Shade of Pale” and followed the song lyrics while an AI experienced love at first sight. The longer story was “Big Country” and followed the AI and his friend the bard as they romped through a huge asteroid-turned-space-ship.

The shortlink for this post is http://wp.me/p1qnT4-yy

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About AmyBeth Inverness

A writer by birth, a redhead by choice.
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7 Responses to Unfulfilled

  1. Gina says:

    You can never have too much sex in a novel but that’s just my opinion! Great memoir. Glad the baby came!

    • LOL! My “Big Country” story definitely has plenty! If I do go back and rewrite it, I’ll have to figure out if it’s erotica or romance.

      I’m glad the baby came too! She’s 4 now, and big sister is 12.

  2. Katie says:

    My blog started out first person, memoirs, and things in my daily life. I have just started the fiction stuff. I loved this story.

  3. Nancy C says:

    How true! And I know that all your babies will thrive.

  4. Maybe that first novel is best left in the drawer as a reminder of how far you’ve come as a writer?? Then again, maybe something are never meant to see the light of day (This is certainly true in my life–loads of cr–!). Cheers!

    • “First novels” are indeed a great reminder of how far we’ve come as writers!

      Maybe they’ll be rewritten and revamped. Maybe they’ll be cannibalized, with parts of them ending up in other stories.

      Maybe they’ll just stay in the drawer…

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