I fell about 12 days ago. It’s not something I wanted to mention. But my mother and I have been having interesting discussions about it and how it relates to creating stories. I credit her with the idea for this post as I would probably still not talk too much about it.
So with that intro, what happened was with Hurricane Sandy we lost our power. In the dark a week ago Monday I went upstairs to find something. Stupid me, I went without a flashlight. I know my house and thought I could navigate. In my study I tripped over something. I’m still not sure what. A dog bed, a dog bone, a cord, my desk chair, whatever. I fell flat on my face, full force. My dear husband called from downstairs to ask if I needed help. Of course not, I responded. Then realized I really did need help. My eye glasses were missing and I knew I’d hit hard.
That is not the point of today’s post. The point is that I have lived nearly two weeks with the world’s perception of a woman with a huge black eye. This is where the concept of stories comes in. For a few days my eye was nearly swollen closed. It became black and blue along with the abrasions down my cheek. People stared. And, they made comments. Little side comments as if they were jokes while glancing at my husband. Things like, “Boy, I wonder what the other guy looked liked.” Or, “You two s
The best one was, “Oh, I guess you’ll tell me you fell?”
My husband absolutely did not hit me, but the people out in the world started building stories. Some I think come from stereotypes. Some I think come from certain assumptions based on news stories and the conversations with folks next door. BUT, this is the real point, I think some come from the imagination. That is story creation. I offered an opportunity for strangers to write an imaginary story that buzzed in their brains. A woman with a huge black eye. What does that mean?
I am not at home right now. I’m visiting my parents. Yesterday a wonderful kind and gentle man stopped by. He saw my eye and made a comment, about my husband, attempting to be funny. It solidified my point. We all tell stories, think stories, and are quick to make decisions about our world-view. Why do we write mysteries, romance, horror, sic fi, fantasy? How do our minds want to wander down certain paths?
On the record, I fell. No abuse. But lots of interesting conversations that have led me to think about how we create our books and what we like to read.