I just finished a very dark crime thriller. My Bloody Diary. The character came to me with her twisted little story and sarcastic mannerism. She's witty, funny, and deeply disturbed. Very much a psychopath. And yet she's my protagonist.
You can see a glimpse of her voice in my sigline.
I set in knowing no one I personally know would ever read it. I have family who think I need to write about skipping prancing ponies. You would think that my soul sucking house that ate my MC's family members novel at the age of twelve would make them realize I'm not a light and happy writer, but they are persistant.
I received many countless lectures over this one. They're going to have heartattacks when I write the sequel but it got me thinking. How important is it to other writers that people they know read and appreciate what they write?
Apparently it's not high on my list because I've never written anything I've really loved that even remotely appealed to any of them.
You can see a glimpse of her voice in my sigline.
I set in knowing no one I personally know would ever read it. I have family who think I need to write about skipping prancing ponies. You would think that my soul sucking house that ate my MC's family members novel at the age of twelve would make them realize I'm not a light and happy writer, but they are persistant.
I received many countless lectures over this one. They're going to have heartattacks when I write the sequel but it got me thinking. How important is it to other writers that people they know read and appreciate what they write?
Apparently it's not high on my list because I've never written anything I've really loved that even remotely appealed to any of them.