I wanted to wake up early and make this very last A-Z post first thing in the morning. I did get the waking up early part down, but life got distracting and I haven’t been able to get back to this until now. With any luck, I’ll be able to finish it before I get pulled away again, because it’s been knocking in my head, waiting to get out.
Many years ago, I had a story idea. It was the first story I wrote that was longer than 20 handwritten pages. it was probably as long as 100 double spaced and typed. So to me, I had just written a novel. Epic, right? This story has been revised and re-plotted too many times to count since then.
But the characters have stayed with me. I’ve added a few, and one of the originals I added was Zach. He was the first new addition to the cast and has been around so long it feels like he’s always been there. I adore him. He is one of my favorite characters I write, but for different reasons than any of the other characters. Zach has been created to be my perfect guy. Horrible to admit, I know, but I can’t help it.
Scott’s close. He’s got guest posts all over this place if you’re ever curious, but he’s more of a platonic infatuation. So yes, I’m in love with my characters. Zach…I’m pretty sure the lust means there’s something wrong with me mentally. But that’s part of the fun of being a writer, right? I can adore this persistent muse that occupies my day dreams when I’m not paying attention?
Zach leans against the back of the chair in my mind and drapes his arms over my shoulders. “Whatcha writing?”
Eep! Um…hey *blush*. Nothing. Just talking about you.
Zach rests his chin on my shoulder. “Um…there’s nothing like..damning in there. It’s all nice.”
Well, um, you interrupted me. Besides, you’re a nice guy. I built you that way.
*laughs* “I am not a nice guy. You don’t like nice guys. You like sarcastic, and a little sadistic.”
I do not. I’m totally not one of those ‘bad boys rule’ girls. Besides, you’ve got bad qualities.
“I notice you’re not talking about them.” His breath falls across my ear. “You showed the bad sides of everyone else the first time you let them out to play. Why would you paint me nice?”
I’m not. Seriously. But, you know, there’s some things you can’t explain to people. If I tell everyone about some of your more…promiscuous traits…they might not like you the way I do.
His hands clasp on my chest and he leans closer. “Who said those were the bad traits? Besides, you never know unless you try.”
*Sigh*. *Smile*. Touche. This is one of the reasons I adore you.
“No, you adore me because you’re insane. But I can live with that if you can.”
I’m not the only writer who does this, am I?
And congrats to everyone who tagged along with us on A-Z month, whether you wrote or just read. It’s been a blast ^_^