I am thrilled to have one of my short stories, ‘The Cellist Stalker’ featured in Fenechty Publishing’s Anthology of Short Stories: Autumn 2021. If you’d like to read the anthology, all profits from the paperback version go to Water Aid. All eBook versions are free.
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If you’re interested in the conception of my story, read this after you’ve read the story.
The brief pitch of my story evolved to be:
Every day, Marcy watches a man with a blue cello case walk past her window. Fascination becomes obsession. When she starts following him, what is she hoping to find?
I really did see a man walk past my front window with a blue cello case, and I was tempted to follow him. Rather than being arrested for stalking, I invented a character who did the detective work for me. As I was writing, I realized the story wasn’t really about the cellist at all, it was about the stalker – what motivated her to follow him? Why was she so intrigued by him?
What came next was all fiction (I promise!) but I did draw on two specific things from my life experience.
I was a violinist at high school and when it came to choosing a university degree, I narrowed it down to music or engineering. After I graduated as an electrical engineer, I only lasted five years in the industry before moving to work in career coaching. I’ve since morphed back to a creative career in editing and writing. I’ve always wondered … what if I’d chosen music?
The incident at Hanging Rock is also inspired by a real event, although I’ve amplified it for the story. We had a school excursion to Hanging Rock, where I slipped and landed on my hand. I dislocated my little finger. Fortunately, there was no lasting damage, but I didn’t know that until later. I suffered some dreadful moments thinking I’d never be able to play violin again.
At its heart, this is a story about broken dreams and the quest for happiness. I hope you enjoy(ed) it. Thank you for reading.