Sometimes a character is so annoying that the writer has no other option but to write about him or her. It’s as if the author has received divine inspiration. The words flow like a floodgate. Everything makes sense. Life is breathed into this character and he or she becomes real.
And sometimes it doesn’t work that way.
Zane has become annoying to me in another manner. I find him stupid. In Space Punk, Zane begins his journey as a stupid, twenty-something alcoholic trying to score a big catch. He fails miserably, repeatedly, all while hitting the bottle, shooting at people, being shot at, having sex, remembering times that he had sex, and meeting a bunch of different people.
It’s easy for me to simply write off Space Punk as a first-person narrative that should be trashed. I break pretty much every rule of writing that exists. The story starts off very slow. I tell the reader what is happening instead of describing what is happening. I personally think that the last handful of chapters does little to close up the story that builds during the first three-quarters of the book.
I also sometimes feel like I am guilty of trying to surprise my readers with cheesy, over-used plots and twists. And another thing that I am most definitely guilty of is blabbering on about the projects I am currently working on instead of the things I have completed. In a way, that is a very truculent thing to do to my readers.
I wish I had more blog followers. I wish I had more readers. It might actually matter what I type in here.
Super Space Punk was pretty much done a few months ago, but I let an editor read it and he trashed about half of it. Said it was utter crap. It makes sense, I suppose, because I threw the majority of it together in a rush, hammering out generic words with late night bouts of coffee. When I got his notes back I trashed the second half of the book and started over from there.
Zane is annoying me to no end. I feel as though I’ve graduated from this amateurish way of telling a story, and yet I remain oddly dedicated to completing the entire story. Regardless of the level of quality, I just want to finish this tale. I already have a third Space Punk novel half way completed. It’s a better book. It’s 3rd person through the eyes of Lizzy Raine.
Zane is a completely different person in that story. He’s grown up. Now I have the dirty job of turning this space punk into a respectable man using a writing style I have grown above.