I’m a hopeless romantic trapped in the body of a pessimist. How did that happen? In truth, i don’t know. Maybe, I’ve become jaded due to experiences in my life. Maybe I’ve seen how completely screwed up people can really be. But a part of me, that innocent, hopeful part, still falls in love far too easily. Still thinks about her childhood sweetheart. Still daydreams about romantic encounters.
It’s why I became a writer. 😀 Ha, ha. Free therapy, baby. Can’t beat that.
I think it’s this contradiction that makes me an interesting writer. Honestly, I don’t ever plan so far ahead that I know for sure where my characters will land. I just hope for the best and take them one step at a time. I’m a bit of a pantster and a chpt by chpt plotter. So sometimes, the actions surprise me just as much as the characters! In the end though, there’s that part of me that fights for them, even after I’ve totally screwed up their lives. I want them to succeed. To have all of their dreams and desires. I just want to make them suffer a bit too. It’s the masochist in me. 😉
To go with this theme about why we write what we write, today’s DWQ #5:
Books let us into their souls and lay open to us the secrets of our own. ~William Hazlitt
Hope you’re all having a lovely weekend!