**SPOILERS BELOW. If you have not read the story and want to be (hopefully) surprised, come back to this when you’re done.**
So, my son is a boy.
Kind of a redundant statement, I know, but I just wanted to emphasize that he likes to do very boyish things including lots of wrestling and punching. The punching has become a problem and at some point, something along the lines of “Your punching privileges have been revoked,” came out of either my or my wife’s mouth and it stuck. That’s where this tale began. And who punches a lot? Boxers sprung to mind immediately. Where the rest came from, I couldn’t tell ya. Just the nature of letting my subconscious work its magic (apparently quite literarily in this case). After the issues I had getting through the previous story, I was glad that this one seemed to write itself.
I initially wrote this story in past tense, but I found myself putting a few sentences down in present tense which really seemed to kick the telling into overdrive, so I went back about halfway through and fixed all that (hopefully)!
Oh, and voice, voice, voice. I really wanted to spend time focusing on voice and I think it came across. It’s both amazing and overwhelming to imagine all of the different tools we writers have to bring a story to life. To me, I’m enthralled with the notion that there’s just no end to the learning and we can always get better.
Here’s the general scratch file:
- Your Punching Privileges Have Been Revoked scratch file
And the daily journal entries: