**SPOILERS BELOW. If you have not read the story and want to be (hopefully) surprised, come back to this when you’re done.**
Not gonna lie, the inspiration for this was pretty pedestrian:
Yup, my kid’s bubble bath solution. But I guess that’s the magic in writing, huh? Taking the mundane, the everyday, and trying to spin a bit of immersive magic with it.
This was a situation of waking up on Monday morning, knowing I had a story to write, but nothing really calling me. So, as I’m turning on the coffee machine, I saw that pink bottle and said, “Sure.”
The boys in the basement got to work and The Bubble Man is the result. Again, no real outline. Just a lot of discovery and watching scenes play out in my mind. One thing I noticed is that about halfway through, I wasn’t sure how I was going to end this. Or even whether or not the whole premise would collapse under its own weight.
For such a fantastical notion, I was worried about being too fantastical. It sounds ridiculous looking back, but things can appear different when you’re in the midst of it all. Something told me, “Just go nuts,” and I’m glad I did.
It’s a healthy reminder that I’m writing fiction here and as much as I want to “say something,” entertaining the reader comes first.
Here’s the (VERY BARE) general scratch file:
- The Bubble Man scratch file
And the daily journal entries:
- Monday, October 16th
- Tuesday, October 17th
- Wednesday, October 18th
- Thursday, October 19th
- Friday, October 20th
- Saturday, October 21st
- Sunday – No Writing