Recently, I have been developing a character for a series of novellas I’m writing. The character, awesome. The person I based it on. Eh. Probably not so much.
Y’all know me. You know my propensity for falling headlong into anything that looks as though it could possibly rip me limb from limb, and leave me in a bawling heap in the corner.
This was one of those.
I think I’ve uncovered the cure, though. And if it turns out to be such, I may have just repaired my own fatal flaw.
Allow me to digress.
I have this fantastic idea for a serial novel, based on someone I know. Someone I used to think basically walked on water. Recent interactions have shown me, however, not so much.
I’m still going to write it out, because it really is a fucking great premise, and I know if I were to read it, I would enjoy the story line.
But as far as the person, I could take or leave that guy and really be ok either way. I literally need to be certain the way I’m feeling right now doesn’t creep into the writing and taint the character.
And that’s what I was sitting there thinking today, like, you’re kind of a dick aren’t you? And I thought “wow, my character is so much better than your character”. It is.
I wrote a better you.
I wrote the you I thought you were.
I really was wearing the rose-colored specs prior, but shit has become glaringly and painfully obvious today.
Maybe this is the answer. Maybe moving forward, if I think someone is just completely the fucking bees knees, all I need to do is create an outline around them.
Let’s see how you hold up to being the hero of my story. Oh, you don’t know how to use a compass? This is the chapter I have to kill you off. Not jumping in to save that child from drowning? Shit, looks like you’re not really the hero I thought you were.
Go ahead and hop off at the next stop, buddy, end of the line here.
It’s like journaling, but better. Yeah, there’s a bunch of fun stickers and shit, but do you get to break down the nature of the jerk who keeps breaking your heart and walk him into a violent and horrible death?
I mean, you can, but I don’t think they make stickers for that, sis.
I could be onto something here. I think so.
Anyway, if you need me, I’m having someone slowly tortured by a shitload of Columbians with a knife skillset you only find with cokeheads.
Y’all can read all about it when I release the first one on Amazon.
Probably gonna leave an excerpt or two here though, just because I know y’all will appreciate the excessive nature of the revenge cooking in my brain. And before you ask, yes, he really does have it coming.
Don’t want to die a violent and horrible death? Should have been a better person. Or at least one redeemable in the edit process. There’s only so much a red pen can do.
How fun! How exciting! How utterly creative!
I can't wait to read it!