In early spring I attended one writer’s meeting at our local library. I was on a waiting list for a formal writing class at a writers association, and when someone was not able to continue after the first class I got a spot. I was not able to attend any future meetings at the library, so I asked one of the librarians to pass along a message that I would not be continuing. This particular gentleman happened to be part of the group, and a writer himself.
In the last while, I have been looking for a writer’s group, and have been putting my feelers out, without any success. I remembered the writer at the library, and inquired with him. He gave my name to a writer’s group, and I attended my first meeting today!
While I was driving home, I was thinking about the series of steps that led me this group of dedicated writers. If I had not read the poster at the library, or if I had registered on time for the formal writing class then I never would have made it to the first meeting at the library, or if I had even spoken with a different librarian, I might have never found this bunch.
One of the main points the group was driving home today was consistency in cause and effect. Flashbacks must present themselves for a reason, they cannot pop in for convenience sake. Dialogue must contribute, and not be filler or exogenous. A character cannot change out of the blue because the writer needs things to be just so. And so on.
All of this led me to this question: Do you think the coincidences in everyday life have a place in literature? Or, do these just become incredulous conveniences?