Sitting in a local wine bar, I am writing a sex scene in the midst of people who are likely 10 or so years older than I am — I look at the words on my computer screen and wonder if sex is really that much fun and that dangerous. Who knows? I don’t. I only know my characters are real people, and this is what they know, and what they want from each other.
This evening, I cracked 14K on my latest novel, GANI & SEAN ( in process )… My characters are coming to life, especially a side character named Kristoff Koczella who is called The Cock behind his back ( although he knows he’s called this ). The Cock is a drug kingpin, rich beyond imagination, who likes alcohol and women almost as much as he likes money.
Another character coming to life is his limousine driver, John.
My main characters are finding their ways, struggling to emerge as REAL people in charge of their own destinies.
I realized again today how difficult it is to promote IN THE SEVENTH DAY. I don’t know what to call it – a crime novel (is it?), erotic literature (is it?), an investigation of the evils of religion (is it?), an exploration of the damned (is it?)… or something else? Or all of these?
I’m fascinated by the characters I’ve created; excuse me – by the characters who seem to create themselves! And I pity all of them (with the exception of one; and no, it’s not Kevin Hillar).
If you read the book, I imagine you’ll realize who I can not pity.
I finished reading my novel IN THE SEVENTH DAY this Christmas morning. Yes, I’ve read it many times; this time I tried to read it as if I hadn’t written it. Yes, that’s difficult to do. But, a moment in the story surprised even me. I realized that one character had actually done something I’d attributed to another character! Oh the tricks of the mind!
My son said, “You’ve got to be kidding me. You didn’t know that?”
“Well,” I said. “Yes, sort of…”