The Plight of the Plain.

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Jane was not concerned that perhaps she was not the main character. There were many others who should’ve carried this concern around with them; the man in the blue hat sobbing past her, the woman in the office gazing blankly out the window from the second floor above her. Jane’s concern was that she would not have a well developed character arc, and that her story would not go anywhere. There would be no artful framing of her plight, no clever dialog or plot devices that would reveal to the reader some sort of inner world that seemed plausible, or maybe even evoke some sense of aliveness that a reader might aspire to have themselves. What she was terrified of was that none of that would ever happen and her story would end before it even really went anywhere.

These concerns were valid.