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Everybody Has a Story - And That’s Where the Magic Lives

I heard a quote recently that stopped me mid-thought, mid-coffee sip, mid–“why is the dog staring at me like that” moment.

“Everybody has a story. Once you understand that story, their lives will make sense.”

Excuse me while I just sit here and emotionally spiral for a minute.

Because wow. That one line explains so much. So many of those moments where you watch someone do something and think, why on earth would you ever do that? Why that choice? Why that reaction? Why that hill to die on?

And the honest answer is usually this: you don’t know what came before. You don’t know the trigger. You don’t know the quiet history that shaped that decision long before you ever witnessed it.

We see the moment. We don’t see the backstory.

Which, as it turns out, is basically the entire job description of being a writer.

In real life, we’re all walking around as finished scenes with missing chapters. You bump into someone in line at the grocery store who is unreasonably intense about coupons, and you think, okay wow, that escalated quickly. But maybe they grew up in a house where money was terrifyingly tight. Maybe they once lost everything. Maybe this tiny square of paper represents safety, control, or a small win in a very long week.

Suddenly, the behavior shifts from annoying to understandable. Not excusable necessarily. But human.

As a writer—especially a cozy mystery author—this idea is pure gold.

Because the difference between a decent story and a truly unforgettable one is whether the reader ever thinks, why would anyone do that? Or whether instead they think, I wouldn’t do that… but I get it.

That’s the magic spot.

When I’m writing characters, I spend an almost unreasonable amount of time asking myself annoying little questions. What happened to them before the story starts? What scared them once and never really let go? What tiny, seemingly insignificant moment quietly shaped the way they see the world?

And here’s the fun part: those moments don’t need to be dramatic. Not every character needs a thunderclap tragedy or a dark-and-stormy-night trauma. Sometimes it’s small. A betrayal that stung more than expected. A kindness that arrived at exactly the wrong—or right—time. A loss that wasn’t loud, but permanent.

Those are the things that make choices make sense.

In cozy mysteries especially, this matters more than people realize. Yes, there’s a mystery. Yes, there’s a crime. Yes, someone did something very questionable. But what makes readers lean in isn’t just the whodunit—it’s the why. Why this person. Why now. Why this method. Why this secret stayed buried for so long.

When I know my characters’ stories, I don’t have to force their actions. I don’t have to drag the plot along behind me like a reluctant dog on a leash. The characters move on their own, because of course they would react that way. Of course they would hide that truth. Of course they would make that terrible decision that sets everything in motion.

And honestly? It’s made me softer in real life too.

I’m still human. I still have my moments of “wow, that was… a choice.” But now there’s a little writer voice in my head whispering, you don’t know their backstory. You’ve only read one page.

Everybody has a story. And once you understand that story, things start to make sense—not just in books, but everywhere.

Which might be the most magical part of writing after all.

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