Writer's Log, March 3: Happily Ever After? | Elizabeth Percer
When I first started writing, I thought that happily-ever-after endings were taboo, the hallmark of less "serious" scribes and, literally, the easiest way out. I cut my teeth on poetry, after all, the sort of dark, dismal stuff that was so popular during the late 20th century and which my mother enjoyed reading to us in the dimmest light possible, or while we were potty training. (So many stories there, so little time.) Anyway, I grew up thinking anything of serious value (there's the word again) must incorporate a hefty amount of depressing and/or demoralizing material. And I don't think the world has changed all that much. Books, films, and art that garner the most attention and acclaim usually have an edge to them, and a large part of me thinks that's the way they should be, but not because the point is to be edgy for the sake of being edgy, like ticking a box whose frame was sketched out by Hemingway and has been passed from hand to hand until hipsters got ahold of it and started