There’s a popular quote out there that may or may not have originated from the late Marilyn Monroe,
“Give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world.”
Regardless of who said it, or if it was manufactured by a quote wizard, I can’t help but appreciate the element of truth behind it. There’s many instances in stories where a pair of shoes has the power to quite literally change the wearer’s world.
In Cinderella, glass slippers are the key evidence that takes Cinderella from a life of misery to one of love and luxury.
In The Wizard of Oz, Dorothy’s shoes provide transport for her to get home.
In Like Mike, Calvin finds a pair of Jordans that give him NBA level basketball skills and help him find a family.
In Kinky Boots, a pair of thigh highs saves a shoe factory and brings two communities together.
So how does a powerful pair of shoes fit into my writing story? While I completed NaNoWriMo in November, I didn’t finish my novel. I had grand plans to finish it in December, convinced NaNoWriMo momentum would carry me into finishing the final chapters. But instead of momentum, I fizzled. Burned out. So I took December off. I read. I did nothing. I thought about my novel, but I didn’t put any words to the page until deep into the end of the month when I started to feel refreshed again.
Throughout December and into January, a pair of shoes followed me around the internet. I clicked on the ad several times, drawn in by the cheetah pattern, the sporty look, the allure of a shoe that was a bit out of my comfort zone but not so far out of reach in style. The price tag kept me from making an impulse purchase, but I kept thinking about the shoes, wondering how I could justify bringing them into my wardrobe.
I knew I wanted to do something nice for myself to celebrate finishing my novel (when I eventually finished it). My December goal turned into a goal of finishing the novel by the end of January but by the time mid January hit, I was struggling to find the motivation to work on the hardest pieces of my story. So I decided to dangle a proverbial carrot and see if that would get me rolling in the right direction.
I bought the fancy shoes and kept them unopened in a very visible place in the house so that I would walk by them multiple times a day, an ever present, visual reminder of the goal I wanted to achieve. The shoes I coveted, nestled inside their cardboard box, were only obtainable by getting to the end of my first draft.
The carrot worked. On January 29th, I typed the last few words of the first draft of my very first novel. A bucket list item complete. My NaNoWriMo project finished. A story 8+ years in the making, finally out of my head and into tangible words on digital paper.
Of course, my new shoes didn’t write my novel. Finishing my first draft was an accomplishment of my own, fueled by my determination to tell the story on my heart. But who's to say there wasn't a little bit of magic hidden in those shoes? After all, they did help me conquer the obstacles I was putting in my way of getting my first draft complete. And ultimately, they helped me go from a writer with a story, to a novelist with a first draft, and that sounds pretty dang powerful to me.