Writing Lives Of Fictional People

I have been looking into the life of an imaginary person, Molly, considering her life, and the reasons she looks the way she looks. I drew her, I am completely lacking in talent as a visual artist, it doesn’t come naturally to me, drawing. For this story, that doesn’t matter, my character isn’t some sweetly pretty princess, she is a sad and unsmiling abused woman.

This person above is Molly. She is an angry person, and she doesn’t smile, not ever. Molly never has anything in her life to smile about. She has a sad and angry life, being abused for all of her life so far, in many different ways.

This writing project that I am doing with Molly, is a fictional story, but there are many ‘non fictional’ elements to this story. Abuse is a fact of life for many people, in particular, but not only women, I acknowledge that.

But I am a woman, and the people I know who have spoken about any abuse they have encountered in life, well they have almost all been women. Hence Molly, and Molly’s story. I would love it if people like Molly could find good things in their lives, so they could smile happily, and feel they can move on, ‘get over it’ and go on toward living a good life.

But women like Molly, ones who have been victims of domestic abuse for much of their lives, they struggle so much in their lives, that smiling is something they never do, because their lives are a burdensome series of punches, bruises, broken bones, harsh words, and worse, day after day, with no joy ever.

Having things to look forward to in our lives should be something for every one of us, but sadly, for women like Molly, the only thing to look forward to is to not get hit, raped, or abused in any other way.

Domestic abuse is a fact of life for many women, and for some men too. I have little experience about any domestic abuse that men face, although I have certainly heard about it happening. That isn’t my story to tell though. It isn’t Molly’s story.

I will be continuing with Molly’s story, on this website, adding a new piece I hope, every day or so. When this is finished, perhaps Molly will learn how to smile. I certainly hope she does, but that is something I can’t see happening yet. I think there is much to be discussed before Molly can smile.

If you have any thoughts or ideas about women with lives like Molly’s I welcome any discussion about this important subject. Feel free to leave a comment here.