Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Theme Me Up, Scotty

I've stated on my website that I'd like folks to read my work and enjoy it, but not necessarily search for any deeper meaning or theme hidden within the words like some painful "Where's Waldo?: The Flashbacks to High School English Class Edition." I just want to write fun stories with interesting characters. (And hopefully someone will pay to read them at some point.)

But the other day, as I was figuring out what to do next while I have my current manuscript out on submission (keep your fingers crossed and sacrifice a few chickens for me, will ya?), I made a list of my work and had one of those Oprah "a-ha" moments. Each title I jotted down naturally made me consider the story and I realized I do, despite all my protesting to the contrary, have a theme running through them. Maybe I didn't realize it at the time I wrote the bit for my website because there weren't enough samples to consider. In scientific experiments/data collection, it's imperative that there are sufficient numbers of test results to compare to each other to allow you to say, "Yes, this hypothesis is true (or not)." And then, of course, the scientist needs to actually be looking for something. Maybe I wasn't looking for the way my diverse genre choices were connected until then.

So far, I've completed four novels. Two are sword and sorcery fantasy, one is a paranormal women's fiction, and the latest is a science fiction romance. The current WIP is a shapeshifter romance. And no, it seems I cannot write anything without adding a bit of a speculative bend to it. Maybe some day. Anyhoo, they are different in tone and in POV, some are first person some are third, all have female protagonists, though some have male character perspectives in them. But what hit me is that in three of the stories the MC has to learn who she really is (literally, in one case) and deal with how that self realization will affect her. In the other story, the MC is the one who was affected by someone else's true self and has to suffer the consequences.

Thinking about the overall theme of my stories made me consider WHY I was writing about "finding yourself."

Like most everyone, I grew up with a plan as to how my life might play out. For a long time, it involved studying animals, working with them and for them in some capacity. Sure, a spouse and kids were tossed into the mix at some point, but the idea of life as Science Gal stayed with me for a long time. That was who I was and who I would be.

Then circumstances, job opportunities and financial obligations changed. Long term positions in my chosen field meant separation from DH or upheaval of my spouse's more lucrative and promising career. Summer field positions were fine, but we needed the steady income of my getting year-round work. Science Gal needed to step back for a more practical solution. At least temporarily. Right. That's about when the biological clock chimed and we started our family. So much for returning to the life of field work. And no, DH was not able to stay home because he is Science Guy who needed to be in the field or trotting about to meetings across the planet. So I took local, out-of-my-chosen-field-of-study jobs.

I was lost. This was NOT what I'd seen for myself as a young woman contemplating her future. Not that I regretted the choices I'd made. I knew what I was doing when I chose to marry my husband, when I decided it was time for children. But still, the question of what would happen to *me* now that I wasn't who I thought I'd be made me very anxious. I liked who I was, for the most part, but this new person ? What was she like? How would she react to situations? And more importantly, did she still like coffee and chocolate?

It took me a while to fit into this new skin. There were times, early on, that I felt frustrated, depressed even, because after all that hard work in school, after traipsing across the country to take exciting positions, I couldn't use my knowledge and experience. I was now a stay at home mom with two kids. What happened to ME? Well, life happened. And once I realized that I wasn't lost, that I was merely taking the scenic route to what I was truly meant to be, I relaxed.

And now, I write about women who are on that insane journey of self discovery. It's exciting to experience those moments through characters, but I'm getting too old for major shake-ups. Let the perpetually younger and sturdier people I create have that fun. Plus, as the writer, I can REALLY mess with their lives. Kill my darlings? Maybe not, but I sure like making things rough for them. Better them than me.

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6 Comments:

At 11:40 AM, Anonymous MK. L. Kiner said...

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At 1:22 PM, Blogger Cathy in AK said...

To the "Commentor" I deleted above: As much as I can appreciate self promotion, I don't appreciate obvious blanket blog blasting. At the very least, put in a "loved your post" line before telling me about your book. Even a false sense of appreciation will go somewhere. OK, it probably would have been deleted too.

 
At 6:09 AM, Blogger Writer and Cat said...

Loved your post!

Actually, I did.

Jody

 
At 8:21 AM, Blogger Cathy in AK said...

Heheh. Sure you did, Jody ;)

Thanks!

 
At 5:52 PM, Blogger Angryromancegrrl said...

I think blending your science background into the writing is a great thing! And I am so glad you write what you do cause I do love to read it.

Now get to work. :)

 
At 6:40 PM, Blogger Cathy in AK said...

Aw, well thanks, pal : ) I love your stuff too.

And I will get to work. Really. Going now. No wait...now.

 

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