So I have spent most of my summer looking for work and it is one of the most frustrating things in the universe. But I have some hopeful prospects, as of today. One online business might hire me to blog for them and I just landed an interview for a summer data entry job. I know, data entry sounds boring, but my friend did the same job last summer, and she said it wasn't bad at all. So I feel excited at the possibility.
I have been spending a lot of time this last week working on my latest book. I figured since I actually had time for the first time in a long time, I should take advantage of it. So I got to work and just wrote page after page. Writing is funny because I really do get rusty at it. When I do it regularly (as in every day) it comes naturally and I don't have to stop and think of how I will proceed or what words I will use in this instance. But when I'm out of practice, it is slower and takes a lot of concentration. It's like stretching your muscles before working out.
But it is already getting easier after only a week. I find myself anxious to get back to the story, thinking constantly of how the poor character is going to get out of one situation or another. I am trying to write a protagonist who is different than I am in certain key characteristics and I've been surprised at how often I want to make him do the things I would do in the same circumstances. I have to stop myself and say, "No, no. He would not react that way. Think about how he would react..."
The easiest thing for a writer to do is to go autobiographical, to lean heavily on personal experience and insight when creating the main character. I already did that one in my first completed novel (the one I worked so hard on but now keep carefully hidden away for no one in the world to read). Now I have to put a lot of attention into making my current main character unlike me so that the novel is HIS story, not mine. It's surprisingly hard to do, but I know it will get easier with practice. The characters are supposed to be like real people you could know, but not like real people that actually exist.
Friday, June 5, 2009
I'm not the protagonist!
Posted by Jessio at 4:58 PM