Anna W. Waggener's Blog

Lost track of time a bit and so it’s been a while since my last post. Things are going well. The move was… interesting. But fairly smooth. No longer effectively in a single, but it isn’t bad. I’ve discovered through this trip that I’m perhaps a little too comfortable with being on my own, so maybe it’s good for be to be in contact with people outside of Scholastic again. It’s amazing how easy it is to slip into anonymity.

Speaking of Scholastic, I do believe we’ll be starting in on the next few chapters tomorrow morning. I’ve been working on finishing up some short stories that I began last semester, as well as starting in on a few new ones and knocking out a bit of poetry that’s been caught up in the rafters of my mind. And since I’ve become an office nomad once more (for “trimming” the internship program, Scholastic has certainly seen a burst of new ones–I’ve been switched out of a desk twice already haha. I think that at least five new people started this week.) I’ve found that writing on the patio upstairs frees up my muse much better anyhow. Yay for revelations!

To stymie this productivity (because productivity always needs stymieing), a friend from home challenged me to write something without a sad ending, and I plan to take her up on that. I’m not a depressing person, honestly, but I have noticed that depressing stories come to me more easily than happy ones. I’ve been asked more than once why the world makes me so sad.

Truth told, I usually just wait for a setting or character to come to me and then try and follow that thread through to its source and find the life that it’s trying to tell. I don’t actively control these threads, or at least I don’t feel that I do, so changing a story to make it happy or sad would kind of be like changing the ending of a film that I’m watching. When I write, it’s almost as if I’m pulling out something that has already been said–as if I’m piecing together something with a beginning, middle, and end already in place, if only I can find them. It’s common for me to make mistakes when I’m puzzling out how a story is supposed to be, but when I finally put it together correctly, it feels as if that’s the only way it could ever properly be told. I say “correctly” and “properly”, but of course those definitions change every time I run something through an edit. So, in the end, I don’t know what I’m talking about. Perhaps the other writers out there can put in their own two cents about finding stories.

As for me, a happy ending is in the works, even if it is a bit clumsy right now.