It amazes me how things coincide. For instance, you’re reading a book about something and it blends perfectly with some aspect of your life. Or you come across an article about how to combat sleeplessness during a period when you just can’t seem to find rest.
In my case, it was a movie that questioned whose story it really is. (The movie, in case you’re wondering, was Sucker Punch — which is rather what I felt like happened. If you like spending a couple hours watching someone play a video game, you might enjoy it, otherwise pass it by. The visuals were stunning at times, but the plot was thin, and the portrayal of women was some school boy’s fantasy. It was definitely not what I expected.)
Anyhow, back to the question: whose story was it? I had an epiphany regarding that unnamed urban fantasy that’s been moldering on the back burner. It hit me last week at some point when, once again, I found myself writing a scene from the male protagonist’s POV. That’s not unusual because I switch between him and the female, but it’s always been her story. At least, I meant for it to be her story. I’ve been struggling with it because I’ve been forcing it to be her story. After all, she’s the one that came to me first. He was secondary. She pointed me in the right direction. He was there to support her.
Come to realize, it’s hisstory. She introduced me to him and then stepped back. Only I didn’t realize it. Now that I have, things are starting to click, and I’m much more eager to work on it again.
I wonder how many other authors started out telling the wrong character’s story?