#WritersCoffeeClub Oct 9: How does your own sense of mortality influence what you write?
I have a clear understanding of right and wrong and the fascinating grey zones in between.
My sense of morality influences everything I write…
Oh.
I became pretty Zen about mortality when in a five-month period of time my mentor, my grandmother, and my girlfriend all expired.
The only things I wrote for months were letters of condolence and eulogies.
We're all mortal. It is what it is. If one dwells on it too much or too often one can find oneself embroiled in constant Historical Society lawsuits over trying to put one's name on other people's memorials or obsessed with building obscene monuments to one's imagined glory. Or both.
Thank goodness nobody has shown the man a pyramid. There's still time to tear up the Reflecting Pool. Keep this one under your hat.
Characters in my writing die, but usually not of lingering maladies like Hallmark Trope Cancer while surrounded by their loved ones and the aunt who covets the family silver.
As a general rule in my writing people die unexpectedly as the result of being fed into the grinding clanking smoke belching machinery of the gods dedicated to moving the plot forward no matter what.
In "The Wine and Cheese Pirates" the matriarch of a vast dangerous children's toy company dies under mysterious circumstances by means of consuming a fatal cucumber sandwich.
The poison was Happy Dance Organic 100% Peanut Butter.
Who the poisoner was is still a mystery.
This is why Henry Babbington, the heir to the Waffle Ball Fortune, was kidnapped for his own protection while in the midst of taking his Thinking Skills Assessment.
Henry may wind up in graduate school in Grenada as the result of his thinking skills.
In a short vignette, deadly assassin Zita Redacto informs Vice President Scrounge (pronounced Skron-jay) of his demise in an airplane crash while sitting in his office with him.
People die. It is seldom tragic. It just happens.