Recently I was listening to a tribute for Australian author Ruth Park who died last December, and it got me thinking about the kind of stories we are drawn to as writers.
Personally I think Ruth Park was an amazing writer, but I disliked her books because they were full of unfortunate characters living terribly hard lives.
I certainly can’t see myself ever wanting to write such a story. My imagination has always been drawn to things that don’t much resemble the real world, but I couldn’t tell you why.
Maybe that’s just how my imagination functions, but maybe also I’ve lived a life sufficiently free of hardship that I can indulge in escape to world free of the hardships of this one.
It makes me think about a friend of mine who despite the fact she came from a wealthy family, ended up living on the street for a while. And while she built up her own business from nothing and partied with celebrities, has also been a cleaner and a factory worker.
If she’d had a bent for writing stories (she in fact writes songs) I often wonder if her interest would lie in issues of luck, domestic violence, wanderlust and characters making their way in the world?