Where is your favorite spot to read? Do you seek a place outside or curl up in an overstuffed chair? Do you read while another person drives through towns you never see? Is there a book held in your hand while you stack blocks for a toddler or rock a baby?
What transports you to another day and time? Is it the description of the setting? Do the familiar events within the story entangle you and bring a flare of memories? Or do you willingly go where the author directs?
Perhaps, the word that most defines the reason we reach for a book is—escape. We let go of our moments in time and drift into another season, a different circumstance, or a land far removed.
Emotions we feel, what elements of the story attract us, and the places the author takes us, are very important. One or all of these things can come into play or intermin
But what if you are also a writer? As writers, we need to succeed at pulling a reader into the story, blending a probability of truth around the fiction, and giving our readers the thrill of touching emotions, they may never experience.
Ah, but most important—cause them to forget where they stand or sit. Make them willing to run away from the familiar and experience another situation and time. Remember, a writer holds the door open to many types of worlds.
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From the time I was a little girl, my mother helped feed my imagination. She showed me ways to entertain my younger brothers with stories I made up. Paper dolls became my characters and catalogs became my prized asset. As soon as the catalogs were outdated, I attacked them with scissors. I could create whole families and pair them up as I saw fit. Of course, each couple had to have a baby, no matter how many other brothers and sisters there were in the paper doll family.
Every family needed furniture to sit on and so did my paper dolls. My mother showed me how to cut couches, beds, highchairs, chairs, tables, and rockers out of cardboard. No cardboard box was safe after that. I would grab the cereal boxes and detergent boxes, etc. I could decorate the furniture with crayons, paint, and pictures from the catalogs. I bent the paper dolls at the waist and placed them on the furniture. Babies snuggled down in their baby beds or cradles. Paper doll mommies could rock little children and watch a cardboard television.
If I did not have a catalog to cut up, my mother would draw people for me. My imagination expanded as I cut out the hand drawn figures, colored them, and added them to my collection of make-believe characters. Those times shaped my longing to be a story writer.
My brothers either joined in the fun or sat and watched me play and talk aloud, building stories as I introduced the families of paper dolls. I am sorry to report that dishonorable paper dolls, representing criminals or thieves, met the quick hand of justice. Heads would roll or the cords to the drapes became a hangman’s noose. Sorry … life is harsh in a paper world. The innocent must be protected!
We lived out in the country in Michigan. At that time, we had no television so my imagination became Mom’s babysitter. And even today, I have three, old catalogs stacked on a closet shelf. The tattered catalogs have come in handy when a child is bored with the store bought toys. Cereal boxes are confiscated and made into interesting copies of furniture.
I would rather have children leaving pieces of catalog or magazine pages on the bedroom floor, and using their imagination, instead of sitting in front of the television or sprawled on a couch with an electronic device in their young hands.
Thank you for reading this post. It gives you an idea of where I started with my storytelling and writing. Please, scroll down and leave a comment.
Karen Campbell Prough
© Karen Campbell Prough 2012