Yes, Mom, I *do* have a soul

So I made a breakthrough today in my writing. I wrote a scene so heartbreaking that it brought me to tears.

Let me explain the title of today’s post. My mom has always joked that because I don’t cry at movies, I don’t have a soul. Well, Mom, I wrote something fictional where I knew the outcome and I just about cried at that. The only reason I think I didn’t cry is because I was trying to figure out the wording of something, which was distracting.

There ya have it, folks. I have a soul. It’s in there somewhere.

Of course, the reason I came to tears was because I broke the heart of one of my characters, so maybe I’m not quite as soulful as I think I am. 😉  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a full-on George R R Martin here. The story just needed more character interactions and reactions, and this was a powerful reaction to something I had already written.

I’m loving watching things unfold as I add more to this story. Some of it is already great, and some of it will still need a lot more work, but that’s how drafting works; you have to keep at it until it shines. And sometimes even then you have to polish it even more.