A story is more than
stuff that happens to a person. And yet, if a friend were to tell you something
that happened to them at work or at school or wherever, you wouldn’t be
uninterested.
In fact, if it was
something amusing or surprising or touching in some way, it might even be quite
compelling. This incident might involve coincidence, luck, randomness and have no
real conclusion, but that won’t necessarily stop you hanging on every word.
However, put that
same story down in print, and it doesn’t have quite the same effect. Now it’s
contrived and pointless and banal.
Why? What makes
fiction—whether it be a short story or a novel—different from real life? And
how can we use this difference to help create more engaging and entertaining
stories?