I made myself cry yesterday.
It's embarrassing. I sat at my kitchen counter working on my third novel and became an emotional wreck at one point in the plot.
Semi-spoiler alert: I have promised my students that beloved animals will never die in my books. People can die in my books, but not animals. So, no, a pet didn't die. But, I discovered that the emotional attachment I have to animals creates tears and heartache in any type of stressful situation.
(If I ever meet Garth Stein, author of The Art of Racing in the Rain, I will slap him! I melted into tears on page one of that stupid, fabulous novel.)
As I typed and blubbered at the same time, one portion of my brain kept saying, "You better figure out how to capture all these feelings on the page!" I re-read what I wrote and cried all over again. So far, so good.
But then, I'm the one imagining this horrible situation. I already know what it feels like. How do I create those feelings in a reader? That's the tricky question. And, unfortunately, I don't have the answer.
I'm going to grab a box of Kleenex and keep working on this chapter. Then, I'm going to spring it on some unsuspecting friend and see what the reaction is. Hopefully, I'll need to share my tissues!