I have heard several people say that a
writer is a sadist. After all, proper story structure is simply that things
must keep getting worse for the hero until the very, very end. So we authors
need to keep writing worse and worse things to happen to him!
I beg to differ.
It’s relatively simple to come up with a
series of troublesome events. She was betrayed by a man in her past. She meets
a man who breaks through the walls she’s built. The man who hurt her returns,
threatening her safety and sanity.
What is that? A backstory, inciting
incident, and a hook walk into a bar… nice, but not storytelling.
No, a writer must feel their pain. We live
it, alongside the characters. Every book, every scene, we feel their fears,
suffer their defeats.
Clearly, writers are masochists.
She was betrayed by a man in her past, the boy
who had been her best friend, who she trusted more than anything. How could he
have betrayed her? Better that he didn’t. Better that she think that men only
want sex from her, that any man would have forced her, given the chance. He
didn’t really hurt her. She’s not really even hurt.
She meets a man who breaks through the
walls she’s built. She’s only looking for a rough, anonymous hook up. After
all, that’s all men are good for. Except he treats her gently, despite her
protests. And even worse, he wants to see her again. He threatens everything
she knows about men. If he is genuine, then all her walls come down. If she has
to face what happened before, she would be a victim.
The man who hurt her returns, threatening
her safety and sanity. Just seeing him is like the moment you hit your thumb
with a hammer: it doesn’t hurt but you know that it will, SO MUCH, in just a
second. She had it locked down tight, all that rotting, fetid, goddamned pain,
but it just won’t stay contained. She can’t escape him, not without facing her
worst fears, her deepest pain.
It hurts
to write about hurt, otherwise we’re not doing it right. And yet we sit down at
our computers every day, knowing what will happen, and type away. Masochists.
Here’s the other thing. An author gets to
begin the story. I came up with the premise, but as we build out our characters
they take on a life of their own. We intended for the story to be one thing,
but suddenly it’s another.
So who’s in charge here, the author or the
characters?
Truth is, the author has the ultimate
power. We are writing the words. We can always use our safeword and say, no,
you have gone too far. Rein it back in. But then, sometimes when our characters
push the limits – we like it J
That story I mentioned? That’s my book.
It’s only the beginning though, the first couple of chapters. I thought them up
and then the characters took off.
Giving It Up follows a woman’s journey
through healing and … smoking hot sex. There’s romance, there’s suspense. And
because we’re talking about BDSM, there’s even a bit of pain, but ultimately
pleasure. I hope you’ll read it.
And if you do, or if you just want to talk
writing or BDSM, feel free to chat me up on twitter here: @authoramberlin.
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| Amber Lin |
THE AUTHOR WILL BE GIVING AWAY:
· One randomly drawn winner from each blog will receive a Giving It Up Swag Pack, which includes romance trading cards, a signed cover flat, a signature soap bar for showers together hand crafted by AnaBanana Creations and a $10 Amazon gift card.
· One randomly drawn commenter on the tour will win an erotic romance prize pack, including paperback copies of Bared to You by Sylvia Day, Simply Carnal by Kate Pearce, Lessons in Letting Go by Cara McKenna (print combo of Willing Victim and Curio), Comfort Object by Annabel Joseph, a collection of signed Giving It Up swag AND a $50 Amazon Gift Card (BN.com or All Romance may be substituted)
· The blog host with the most comments will also receive the erotic romance prize pack detailed above.
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