Once Upon A Time: Mirrors
When I was little, I wrote Clean Your Room Sara Anne. Another world existed underneath Sara Anne’s bed. Soldiers were made of chocolate chip cookies. The king was a talking book-a very wise book. The princess’s beautiful voice had been stolen. Shoes had magical powers. Trees could talk. It was an enchanted world with a “muggle” heroine. That story poured from my finger tips, entered my fat No. 2 pencil, and stretched across several red and blue wide-ruled pages. It earned me an E+. My teacher didn’t challenge my historical accuracy. She didn’t question the language I chose for my characters. She didn’t attend to consistency issues. She appreciated the raw talent . . . Okay, the raw creativity. J
Oh, how times have changed.
I’m older now. An E+ is harder to earn. I have to attend to plot and character development and tension and motivations and climaxes and voice and consistency and on and on and on… My story is just as simple as it was then. But my world is not. Everything has a purpose, an end goal. Everything has to fit together, like puzzle pieces creating an image…a complex and beautiful image.
Creating the world, correction, worlds, inside Mirrors is like putting together a two-sided jigsaw puzzle. If you’ve never put one together, trust me, IT. IS. HARD.