It’s that time again! WIPWednesday is when we talk about what’s going on with our latest projects. And once again I actually have an update. Huzzah!
I must confess that I really like my latest story. It’s a departure from the stories I’ve written before in that it’s a bit dark, but not depressing. The topic is serious, but the story isn’t sad. Rather, it’s real and it’s vivid and also hopeful. I want my readers to really root for my main characters.
I started on this story about a week or so ago. I didn’t title it until this weekend: Another Day in Paradise. If you’re humming the Phil Collins song under your breath, then you know where I’m going with this new piece and I’ve been really digging into it.
It is about a man who, through a simple mistake and a Domino effect, becomes homeless. He’s been homeless for a year when a woman, who seems more like a guardian angel, inserts herself into his life. He is both grateful for and afraid of her because of what she might force him to face about himself and his situation and what he needs to do to get back on his feet. As well, she’s got some things she needs to come to grips with and though she wants him to serve a purpose in her life, he’s not sure that that’s the right move for either of them.
I find this story line intriguing, especially as I watch people like Ted Williams literally pluck a Golden Ticket from the sky and go from homeless to famous in 22 seconds. He was overwhelmed with opportunities, getting offers left and right from everyone from the Cleveland Cavaliers to a guest spot on the Dr Phil show. However, everyone expected him to be so grateful for the opportunities that he wouldn’t dare screw up. He’s human, though. Fallible. It happens. Today, Ted seems to have a better grip on his life and has remained ever hopeful, grateful and happy.
Stories like these really interest me. In my research, I have been digging through some books about the homeless, namely Pinkie: Stories of a Homeless Man and websites like Underheard in New York, a project where four homeless men are given a pre-paid cell phone and are tweeting about their experiences. It is eye opening and humbling to say the least.
I don’t intend to lift experiences from these sources. I want to capture the emotion, though and push it toward my own idea of what it’s like to not have a penny to your name and no one to turn to. A homeless man named Ben wrote, “But you see love on the streets—sometimes more love.”
That’s what I want to capture.
I am currently at 18, 549 words. I was hoping this would be around 20K, but it’s looking like it’ll be more. I write a lot and then edit out the unnecessary, so who knows. I want a complete story, so however long it has to be, that’s how long it’ll be. I’m excited to move toward finishing it.
I was going to post a snip, but I can’t really find one that will work. To make any sense, it would be too long. Just have to wait until it’s done!