I am a horrible creator.
And when I say creator, I’m hoping you all know I
mean my characters. If not, I mean my characters.
I have been ask twice, in about as many weeks which
was my favourite characters, and I came up with nothing, so instead I was
honest, which I’m beginning to realise yet again that gets me in trouble—or
makes people not like me, but then I already know I’m horrible at first
impressions.
But let’s get back on track.
You see, when I finish writing a book I tend to end
up hating the characters. It’s not a completely hate, more the hate when you’re
so irritated by something they’ve said or done that you can’t get over it, and
therefore everything they do piss you off even though it never did before.
My sister said something the other day that sort of
ties this up:
“I’m not sure
how to say this but I hate your face at the moment so everything you say is
pissing me off”
The thing is I’m not sure if I ever liked my
characters in the first place but either way it’s safe to say by the end of our
time together I need an extended break.
This thing, right here, is what has happening with
my Moonlit Wolves series, which is why I’m struggling with it so much.
Everything starts out fine, the idea is great. The
characters are alive. They are new, exciting and then like all good
relationships it starts to level out, only normally when you’re in a
relationship with people you get a bit of space. At least that’s what I do, I
can’t be with the same person over and over without some form of break.
The problem? They are people inside your head, and
the more you love the idea, the more you love the story, the more they take
over your head, and so there isn’t a break. No matter what you do they are
there, bitching, wining, telling you there story over and over until you get it
out of your head for good.
Again, I know the way I’m speaking may seem like I’m
talking about other people, but this is what I feel, this is what I go through.
So as you can imagine by the end I’m over them, I
need them to fuck off so that I can have a break but as I’m sure you all know,
signing ‘the end’ isn’t the end of anything. and so I have to go and visit
them, day after day, week after week, and then there may be a break, and back
again, like an old friend that just won’t get the fucking point.
So it comes to the point that I don’t have any
favourite, or at least I didn’t until I remember my first book published My
Kevin and the love pattered in my heart – so apparently it takes about a year
to return.
No comments:
Post a Comment