There's Always That One Thing...

 ...in the case of writers its that one story. The one that won't let you go - and, yeah, you have one, whether you wrote it or not. For me, the story that won't let me go is still partially in my head - because the idea gelled one way but once it was written...not much of a resemblance. The character's names were the same, the setting was the same - the Outer Banks of North Carolina, one of my favorite places in the world - and the theme was the same. That's a pic of the Banks on the left...couldn't you forget your worries there? Yeah, me, too.

Back to the story. In my head, amazing. On paper? Ehhh...not so much.

And yet the story won't let me go. In my head it was this sweeping saga that took place in post-WWII and the present day. The stories of the two main characters - a grandmother and granddaughter - mirrored each other a bit...there was all this angst and emotional upheaval and promises broken (mostly) and vows made...Oh, in my head it rivaled a LaVyrle Spencer saga - all 300 pages of it.

In reality, the book was mostly about the modern couple with a few quips from the older generation. Because, yanna, old people are sage and crack wise all the flippin' time. Oh, and a madman on the loose for no apparent reason and a runaway brother who talked in cryptic tones about nothing in particular. Yeah, the moody part of the saga was there...and the rest was...well, it was a hot mess.

But I still love those characters and I still think I may dust those pages off - someday - and do those characters justice. Because, really, someone needs to rescue them from the madman-stalker in those pages. Assuming any of them have survived thus far.