Why can't I write happy?
When I'm reading a story, one of my qualifications for "good" is that it have a happy ending. I don't read, and I especially don't read fanfic, to be depressed. That said, I find it especially irritating that I can't seem to manage to write stories with happy endings. The best I seem to manage is an ending less horrible than it otherwise would have been. Let's review (and yes, this will spoil some of my story):
Of the stories I've written where I've attempted an upbeat ending, they've ended with:
1) An alternate version of McKay stuck in a degrading low end job. (But our Rodney got back home.)
2) The machine induced reversal of Rodney's trans-gender surgery. (But still better than losing eyes, hands, and most of his face.)
3) The portent of Rodney and Jeannie's relationship falling apart when he rejects her decision to marry and stay home. (But she accepts his decision about the transgender surgery. No wait, that makes it worse.)
4) The horrible side effects of a botched study of ancient tech finally stop. (But only after seven years of intermittent agony.)
Did I mention these were the supposedly happy ones?
So back to my original question: Why, oh why, can't I write happy?
Of the stories I've written where I've attempted an upbeat ending, they've ended with:
1) An alternate version of McKay stuck in a degrading low end job. (But our Rodney got back home.)
2) The machine induced reversal of Rodney's trans-gender surgery. (But still better than losing eyes, hands, and most of his face.)
3) The portent of Rodney and Jeannie's relationship falling apart when he rejects her decision to marry and stay home. (But she accepts his decision about the transgender surgery. No wait, that makes it worse.)
4) The horrible side effects of a botched study of ancient tech finally stop. (But only after seven years of intermittent agony.)
Did I mention these were the supposedly happy ones?
So back to my original question: Why, oh why, can't I write happy?