Someone Facebook posted the question “If you were the main character of the novel you most recently read who would you be?” Well, I truthfully but perhaps snidely commented that I am the author of the novel I most recently read. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to handle it. Then again, maybe I should have just answered the question. The thing is, in my novels there is usually more than one main character. If that is a major author-sin or crime, then we know what the problem is. If I answered in relation to the novel I most recently spent time editing the answer is that one way or another the “I” is an interstellar mercenary, a brand spankin’ new mercenary order. My choices are a young Naav Captain – female, 23 years old, engineered for the warrior life, and a 52 year old hard ass man from planet Earth called Kiel Bronson. As I am the author I am already neither of them and both of them and so many others. The time is thousands of years into the future compared to 2013. The location is close to 30 Light Years from here on planet Earth. …and it is about the best way to kick some ass, for pay. Wow, huh. As a real person I am a delicate, nonviolent peacenick pansy waisted Hippie-esque Earthling who would be terrified of either of those ‘main characters’ if I met them.
That just came through Facebook’s News Feed today.
Seasonal Notes: Do you have a holiday surrounding your birthday? If so, which is it and how did it effect you? This is not a rhetorical question unless you choose to not post a comment.
So many people nowadays post information online at various locations. I read something somewhere about people giggling over comments they have written or posted. I think another lady wrote it.
Mainly, what I’m getting at is that in my own case I think some of that stems from the confusion about whether or not I’ve been read. Until or unless people send me feedback, determining whether or not anyone has read something I have written is almost as challenging as a form of divination. Was just that I thought about something that I wrote, or was it that one person read it and gave it a little bit of thought, or tens or even hundreds of people read it and all gave it a moment of thought?
Being a writer by trade, much as I strove to have a day job in a different field – I tried to become a woman working as a philosophy teacher at a university somewhere, and even tried convenient store management as another alternative…as a writer getting read and having people willingly buy stuff I wrote and reading it and really really liking it ….Liking it the way people love a good read or a great movie…is the other half of the reality of writing…Reading.
Have you ever read me? At the moment, there are an unspecified number of people who have, but do not know it was me, because there is no byline – ghostwritten. Do I look like a ghost to you? There is also a little bit of work I have actually authored: wouldn’t that be nice? To have what I have authored bought, and sold and me getting paid and readers loving it and liking it and some people even respecting me or even some fans.