What is better? Writing for your readers or writing for yourself?
For example, I so want to kill that annoying little chick that supposed to be my main character. I can’t stand her and I want her to die, she’s not the wonderful person I thought she was going to be when I first started writing the book. But there is this ‘invisible’ rule see. One that says readers don’t like when you kill characters they’ve grown to like or have been the main character for half or more of the story. It makes them mad or something.
This leads to a question I have asked myself a few times when writing. Do I write for the favor of my readers or my own. I’m selfish and I pick my own.
Why? Because I can. It is MY story after all.
I also hate when people read my stories and start whining that I don’t follow the traditional mold set up for monsters and other mythical beings. Like a vampire for example. I set out last month to write a good vampire novel because that’s like super hot at the moment and I wanted to try my hand at it. But…. Like always my vampire is not like your vampire or whatever kind of ‘rules’ people have set up for vampires.
Rules about that kind of stuff is stupid.
There shouldn’t be any rules for something that isn’t real. Well my vampire isn’t dead and he isn’t a little pussy that hides when the sun comes out. I could care less if someone thinks he should be more ‘traditional’.
There’s all these ‘invisible’ rules I’m supposed to follow as a fantasy writer but if you ever read my stories, I don’t like following rules. Just like in real life when Mr. Adams tells me to the dishes, I’m so not gonna just to spite him. It’s like if someone tells me to be good, it makes me want to be bad kind of thing. So if I don’t follow rules in real life why follow them in writing?
I’m unique. I’ve always been that way so don’t expect my stories to be traditional. “And that’s the gist of it.” (Ha, ha, I stole that line from a video game. First one to name it gets 10 pts.)
So are you a follower or more like the kid in detention?
And please feel free to join me in detention, it’s lonely here and I’ve etched all the dirty words I can think of into my desk…plus a few made up ones. Did I mention I have candy? Well I do…