Hello to all my amazing new followers, and the original guard as well *waves*. A brief recap, if you’re curious. I’m participating in the A-Z challenge this month, where each day of the month (except Sundays), my theme starts with the next consecutive letter of the alphabet. My blog is about my writing journey, and so are my A-Z posts. Fortunately for me, this leaves a lot of room for interpretation.
As a character driven author, I have a lot of people living in my head. Sometimes I let them out to play and they get to post for me on my blog. These days are my Guest Post days. Today I need a better idea of how one of my girls thinks, so I’m going to let her guest post, and we’ll see what happens.
Please make it about writing if you can, Ronnie.
Ronnie
Writing. Meh. Oh great, I want to rant about the best selling book of all times, and she’s censoring me. How do you get inside someone’s head if you don’t let them speak their thoughts? And while we’re on it, she asked about writing, I’m a freaking angel, what book do you think I’m going to talk about?
But not for the reasons you think. But…yup, censored again. I wonder if this is how the voice in my head feels. Capable of independent thought, but reliant on a disconnected body and mouth to give it voice. Poor her. Oh wait, not poor her.
I watched this amazing movie yesterday through my author’s eyes. She’s a huge anime fan, and the series Neon Genesis Evangelion is being recreated in movie form, and they just picked up volume 2 yesterday, and oh my Horus. Wow. I thought the reinterpretation of religion I was living was epic. I was floored. So much tension and drama and amazing story telling. And the main antagonist (supposedly)? Angels.
But not cute little fluffy things with wings and harps (which, btw, I have never seen in all my existence and think it’s a fabrication of another pantheon to let down our followers once they get to the waiting room in heaven). Not even the kind of angels that are more like me with gem-colored-eyes and mortal and quasi-mortal forms and some hard core sensory addictions to sugar (mmm…half-price donuts).
The kind of angels that look like sky scraper height monsters with red glowy orbs where their hearts should be.
And like I said. Epic. Tension. Drama. I’ve decided I want that in my story. I know, my author said she was done with that story. She’s wrong. I’m making her go back and revise the first half of it, and probably add some more tension to the last half. And giving me more control earlier on. Because I want someone to read my story and have their eyes grow wide and say “whoa, epic.”
And she’s going to give me that. Those whiny bastards over in that stupid ‘contemporary fiction’ story she’s working on can wait a little longer. Have you seen some of the ramblings that Scott guy comes up with? Lame. Self-centered. Typical software guy. So glad she didn’t let him out to play today.
So yeah…I want explosions. And power. And for history to remember my name.
Umm…thought I’d stripped her of the drive for power. Oops. What’s your favorite reinterpretation of a classic, well-known story?