Write what you know.
That's what writers are always told. I'm not good at following that advice. I always seem to start writing stories that I have no authority to write, horrors I can barely imagine.
What do I know? I know what it's like to go to a college prep school. I know what it's like to live with seven other girls in a four-bedroom apartment. I know what it's like to attend fifteen concerts by the same artist.
What I know is boring, at least to me.
Who wants to read a fictional work based on the reality of being an unemployed recent grad? Not me, that's for sure.
But it got me thinking: if I were the author who got my fictional character into this mess, how would I get her out?
Would I turn one of her cold-calling strangers turn into a job offer? (In this economy?)
Would I send a knight in shining armor to whisk her away to marital bliss? (That sounds pleasant, cheesy, and unrealistic)
Would I have her blog discovered and novel picked up by Huge Name Publishing House and it become a best seller? (I'm just dreaming all possibilities here)
Would I send her to graduate school, the international mission field, or a homeless shelter?
Would I make her sulk and wait? Wonder and hope? Would I teach her about trust and obedience?
I am not the Author of this life. And I guess that's a good thing since none of these options seem good and viable at the moment.
I am the protagonist in this lifestory, trusting the Author's plan. Unlike me, He doesn't change His mind, He doesn't kill characters for plot excitement, and He definitely doesn't abandon half-finished stories.
And that, my friends, brings me hope.