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Motivational Story

by Eric James StoneOctober 13, 2014

You start reading a story, and realize it seems to be in second person, present tense, like one of those Choose Your Own Adventure stories. But it's not. This story is actually in epistolary format--a message from me to you. I've chosen this method of communication with you because it's unobtrusive, and you can always dismiss it as being just a story.

Who am I? Well, I'm an author, obviously. The more important question is: Who are you? And the answer is: You are the protagonist of my current work in progress, a novel about--Well, that would involve some spoilers.

By now, you're having a hard time suspending disbelief. You think it's highly unlikely that you are living in a novel being written by somebody. You want proof. I don't blame you--I'd feel the same in your position.

If I'm really your author, then I would know your backstory. I would know things about you that you've never let anybody else know about. And I could put one of those things in the next paragraph, addressing you specifically by name, and then you would know for certain that I am your author.

But I'm not going to do that, for two reasons. First, you're not the only person reading this story, and it would be rather embarrassing for you in your world if the other people reading this found out about certain things in your life. But more importantly, if you knew for certain that you were the protagonist in someone's novel, that would really change the way you acted. For example, you would know that you could not die (at least, not until your life story had reached some sort of dramatic climax) and I don't want you engaging in unreasonably risky behavior that would lead you into situations I would then have to write you out of.

So why send you this message at all?

Well, you're not quite the character I anticipated when I started writing you.

Don't get me wrong--you're a fine person with many admirable qualities. You also have flaws that humanize you. That's all good. I'm not criticizing you as a person. I'm criticizing you as the protagonist of my novel. And you have to admit, your life so far is not quite best-seller material.

Now, you may think it's wrong of me to criticize you as a character for not living a best-seller life. "That's a plotting issue," you might say. "If my life isn't novel-worthy, it's because you haven't given my life a novel-worthy plot."

Fair enough. I'll confess to not being an outliner. I'm more of a seat-of-my-pants type writer, so I don't exactly know where this novel is going, and I'll probably end up discarding the first couple of chapters, which I've written basically to get a feel for you as a character.

Now that I do know what kind of person you are, I've run into a problem. In the very near future, you'll face a decision where one choice would take you so far out of your comfort zone that it seems a little unrealistic that you would take that route. But that's the choice you need to make in order to go on the adventure of your lifetime (or possibly several adventures, if my agent can get the publisher to agree to a multi-book deal.)

That's why you're reading this story: so I can include a line about how you'd recently read a brilliant story (okay, I'm laying it on a bit thick there) that had made you think about how you sometimes need to make choices that take you out of your comfort zone. It's your motivation for doing something that might otherwise be slightly out of character.

Now that you've read this, I'm hoping you'll make the decision to choose your own adventure.

Thanks, and good luck!

(You're going to need it.)

About Eric James Stone

One of Eric James Stone's earliest memories is of an Apollo moon-shot launch on television. That might explain his fascination with space travel. Thanks to his father's collection of old science fiction, Eric grew up reading Asimov, Heinlein and Clarke. Eric has attended Orson Scott Card's Literary Boot Camp and the Odyssey Writing Workshop. A Writers of the Future winner, his stories have appeared in Year's Best SF 15, Analog, Intergalactic Medicine Show, and the Blood Lite anthologies, among other venues. Eric is also an assistant editor for Intergalactic Medicine Show. Eric lives in Utah. His website is www.ericjamesstone.com.

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