I’ve had a revelation about my vocation. As part of my project to broaden my horizons (hence the title), I was reading “A Star in a Stone-Boat” by Robert Frost. It’s about a meteor that someone carts off to build a wall. But the builder doesn’t know what it is, so to him, it’s just a rock. He doesn’t know that this rock was once aflame with passion and light. He doesn’t know it was once wished upon by a lonely girl in middle school, or that it broke into a million tiny pieces as it fell to earth.
What are we if not stories? Without a story, a hero is just a man and a shooting star is just a rock. It’s the writer’s job to draw attention to the ordinary and explain why it’s not actually ordinary. A character becomes a hero under the fingers of a writer who realizes that a story is the most powerful thing in the world.
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