Paul did a fine job of explaining the term MacGuffin, so I’ll let him do the talking:
A MacGuffin . . . is a plot contrivance that authors use to kick off the action and put the characters in motion. It can be an object that the protagonist wants to obtain, or a goal that he wants to reach, or a threat that forces him to act. But regardless of what the MacGuffin is, its purpose is to serve as a catalyst. Once the characters and the plot take over, the MacGuffin fades gracefully into the background, usually to be forgotten by Act Three. The story has simply moved beyond it by that point.
What began rolling around my head like a marble in an empty soda can, was the purpose of the MacGuffin. The purpose is disappearing. It’s not supposed to hang around to the end of the movie. What makes a movie awkward, or a TV show stumble is the MacGuffin taking center stage just as it should vanish.
As youngsters, we adopt a MacGuffin in our life. Maybe we were the youngest and felt we could never be as smart or accomplished as our siblings. Maybe our parents couldn’t afford a great college, so we went to a community college and then to a state university. Maybe one of the popular kids told a lie about us, and we were outcasts for a school year.
All of those experiences hurt, all of those experiences shaped our souls–maybe put a dent in our spirit, a pulled thread in our souls, a bruise on our heart.
And then, like a true MacGuffin, it disappeared. Except, of course, when it does not. When we won’t let it fade, when it becomes the focus of our life, we can’t develop our characters fully. We can’t become the hero of our own story.
When we keep pointing to the pulled thread in our soul, it becomes a focal point of our lives. Instead of blending into the texture of a well-lived life, it becomes the thread to pick at, to pull. It moves from a pulled thread to a dropped stitch, to a run that zigzags through the pattern of our life.
We construct excuses around it, to inflate the importance until we are more familiar with the pulled thread than the rest of the fabric. “Well of course I didn’t get the promotion. My parents sent me to a state university.” “Yes, it’s my third divorce. It’s inevitable, my sister was the gorgeous one.” What makes this tragic is not the genuine pain, but the elevation of the MacGuffin to the main plot line. (I’m sorry about the mixed metaphors. My mom liked my brother best.)
Most of our MacGuffins should fade by the time our personality grows up. The MacGuffin was meant to shape us, not become the crutch we lean on. They aren’t that interesting. In spy movies, they are often “the papers,” or “the suitcase,” the contents of which we never see.
If you are over 40, it’s time to show your true character, realize that how you solve problems is what people are interested in, and let that MacGuffin fade. It’s not serving you. You are creative, resourceful and whole. Let your creativity serve you.
—Quinn McDonald is glad the marble has finally rolled out of the soda can. It was getting noisy in her head.