Friday, 27 February 2015


I’m in the middle of reading a series, and I’m enjoying it (not naming names, since I don’t have all positive things to say and I don’t like bashing others). The stories are well written, the charters are pretty interesting, the back stories are complex. The series has a high number of books in it, and on book #3 I decided to take a break from reading it. The reason why? I feel like I’m reading the same characters over and over with different names. The female leads are insecure (until someone pisses them off, then they bitch them out). The male interest sees their new love interest and pretty much pisses a circle around them (NO ONE can touch them, and they can’t even hug their male friends without a smart ass remark). Then some psycho ex comes along and fucks everything up. But it all works out okay, then they get pregnant and married.

It’s a common romance troupe, and there is nothing wrong with that AT ALL.  It’s just a little too much for me to read it in more than three books in a row, so I had to put it aside.

And then I realized I’m doing the same damn thing.
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I have a self-admitted nice guy complex. I have no idea where it comes from (but I’m sure a psychologist would figure it out pretty quickly). Insignificant, which will be released this summer, is about a nice guy. I have another novel —where the MMC is a nice guy—that will hopefully be released in the fall. And my next novel, Incomplete, is about yet another nice guy.

It gets worse.

When I started writing Insignificant and wasn’t aware I was making a series, I made two of the characters in the story dickheads.  But once I realized each member of the band Goldenrod had their own story to tell, guess what happened?  The dickheads got a nicer. Way nicer.

I felt so stupid. I’m slamming someone for writing about the same characters over and over, and I do the same thing. A woman with some issue from her past and down on herself, nice dude comes and helps her feel better, and surprise! He has a pretty big secret too.

Yesterday, a different author (whose work I love) had a really nice facebook status. She thanked her readers for buying her most recent book, and basically apologized that so many people didn’t like her male main character. She then wrote her reasoning for making him the way she did.

I understood why she felt the need to explain herself.  I write flawed characters, no doubt, but I want people to like them. I fall in love with my characters as I tell their stories, and while I understand not everyone is going to love them too, I imagine getting feedback that everyone hated them would feel the same as if someone told me they hated my child.

But another part of me was sad that she felt the need to apologize.  She has so many books out in different genres. One of the reasons why I am drawn to her work is because she doesn’t recycle the same character over and over again. She’s had male leads that I loved, and others that I thought were kind of douchy, but it didn’t matter, because she made the story good enough to keep my interest.

I need to be more like her.
So now I have a new writing goal. I want to someday write a character that I know is a total asshole.  Just don’t expect it any time soon, and in the meantime enjoy all the niceness. Or don’t, whatev.


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