Love is messy sometimes.
I’m not quite sure what inspired the piece but for some reason The Debt made its way back to me? Is it easier to write about emotions, situations, that you are nowhere near, have had experience with in the past, or are experiencing at that time?
It’s hard. We are told write what you know, write what you don’t know. Distance yourself. Immerse yourself.
I’ve always thought it interesting that when some of my favorite broken-heart songs came on that I still sing in a full throat even though I am loved, I am loved. But again, scars are memory. Anyway, this story is about a woman and man in love. A woman who loved a man. A man who loved himself. A woman who didn’t love herself enough. A complicated relationship with a complicated compromise if one did the other wrong. The power of narcissism and the dangers of self-realization. all between one man and one woman. Sounds interesting but man, the editing is tedious.
Less is more. Show, don’t tell.
But sometimes you can pick too much meat from the bone and have you tried trying to put some of it back?
Did I say too much? Give him too many lines? (perspective, not dialogue.) Not enough to her? Am I trying to make a fair argument or give weight to one? Am I over thinking? (The answer to that one is always yes. Ha!)
One thing for sure is that the first line which I see now is a throwaway, much like a weak prompt was, His obliviousness was shocking. I think it was a reaction to a news story I’d read and how some people do not get the idea of comeuppance. You get away with doing wrong until something, karma, the law, a blade, makes things right and the “shock” of it all.