It’s a terrible thing to admit, but I just wanted to write about a dog. I often want to write a dog into a story, but usually there just isn’t any real reason to. One of the writing rules is, you don’t put anything in there you don’t really need.
I wanted to write about a dog anybody would love, that’s the other terrible thing. Did I go wrong, or what?
Sit down with a plan to write about a dog, and the next thing I know, this kid is talking about oatmeal and ice cream and then his mother breaks her leg. Could I just leave them like that? Well, no. So I figured I would just write until everything was fine again, and then this dog showed up. This particular kind of dog that I don’t especially like, and it needed to be brought in out of the cold, and before I knew it, I had a whole lot of story written. It was a dog in a Christmas story, exactly what I had been thinking I’d like to write.
So I finished it.
I did change my mind about that particular dog.
Still, wouldn’t you love a story about a dog that nobody can resist?
I’m going to try again.