The harshest thing anyone has ever said about one of my
books/stories/ideas was that a character that I love very dearly was a
pedophile.
It was a co-worker, who also happens to enjoy writing. I had finished the original manuscript of
Without Light and found the courage to let her have the pdf of the first
half. What was I thinking? So MUCH will change…and the result was brutal. A pedophile. She’d become uncomfortable reading the story
because of that fact.
After talking to her I remember being in the ladies’ room at
my office, staring in the mirror, just about in tears. I felt sick.
I felt as if I had betrayed that character by writing him so poorly;
clearly this was my fault, because it wasn’t HIS fault. HE is a good man and would be horrified to be
considered a pedophile. I felt like scrapping
the entire project, never publishing it, because the characters always become
very real to me. I couldn’t bear to
think of anyone seeing him that way.
This was my most blatant experience with ‘putting the story
on paper.’ It’s in my head. I know what he’s really like, but I hadn’t
managed to get that sense down on the page.
In the end, I was determined to fix the story so that people could see
who he really was. I understand now why
she thought of him that way, and what I can do to change that view.
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