There's nothing like the feeling when you think of something truly awful you can inflict upon your main character in the name of literature.
I'm now picturing Thomas Hardy, planning
Tess:
"What shall we do at the end? Let her live with Angel in another country? Send her to Brazil alone? I know- let's hang her!"
He'd have a good smile at that, driving home from London to Wessex.
He'd have a good smile at that, driving home from London to Wessex.
One of my literature teachers said that Kafka used to read his bleaker stuff out loud to his friends, and he'd keep cracking up in the middle of things.
Nothing says Happy Author like hanging your main character.
I'm writing in first person, with a character who has to gradually fall out of love with one man and fall for another.
Am, get your mind clued up to the idea that Susan doesn't write slash. Because this sounds a little- thankfully, not too much- like the novel I'm working on at the moment. Only my first person is male.
Nothing says Happy Author like hanging your main character.
This is my new motto for all fiction I have ever written, or will ever write.
t I was thinking slash too.
Nothing says Happy Author like hanging your main character.
Unfortunatly, it also says depressed reader- at least, any reader who actually liked the girl.
Am, get your mind clued up to the idea that Susan doesn't write slash. Because this sounds a little- thankfully, not too much- like the novel I'm working on at the moment. Only my first person is male.
Not slash, and set in 1810 to boot. And I'm not at all claiming it's particularly original. It all started when I was annoyed by the movie version from Mansfield Park a few years ago, and started thinking how I would do it if I wanted to make the themes of MP more accessible to a modern audience. With all the changes I've made, I don't feel like I'd be disrespecting Jane the Great by submitting it for publications, but the roots do show.