*waiting for those who know me to stop laughing over the addition of ‘”a bit”
This trait never fails to get me into trouble and I find myself pushing the limits some days. I’m sarcastic in social media as well, but I find that I have self-imposed boundaries. Facebook is composed of predominately conservative friends, while Twitter has more liberal followers. I find that Facebook is my censored self. Twitter the more real me.
Nevertheless, born a people pleaser, it bristles when I realize I’ve offended someone. This morning I seemed to be on a roll so I Tweeted and Facebooked similar variations of this:
I read her Tweet (as I walked countless times around the walking track at my kids school) and thought. “Huh. She has a point.”
I’ve been thrilled beyond belief with the reaction to Twenty-Eight and a Half Wishes. Everyone loves Rose. She’s sweet, niave, and full of hope and life.
And she’s everything my book Chosen is not.
Soon after my copy editor finished with Twenty-Eight, I sent him the first three chapters of Chosen with the warning: Chosen is the bipolar opposite of Twenty-Eight and a Half Wishes.
I worry. Readers who loved Twenty-Eight might be offended by Chosen. There’s liberal use of the “F” word. The world is darker. There’s some tough scenes. If Twenty-Eight if full of Rose’s hope for accomplishing all her wishes, Chosen is full of hopelessness. Yet, my two main characters still push on. Because really, what is the alternative? I love Chosen because of that. I threw one impossible situation after another at them and they picked themselves up and moved forward, if for no other reason than to simply survive.
This is a darker me than people are used to seeing, and I think that worries me, too. What will people think? But in the end, (and I have no idea why I have to relearn this lesson time and time again) I have to be true to ME. When you write, to create real and believable characters, you have to delve into yourself and discovers things you might not have realized before. Sometimes those things are beautiful. Sometimes those things are ugly. But they are pieces that create the whole you.
Some readers might think it strange that I can write two completely different genres. But the world strives for balance. Good and bad. Black and white. Ying and yang. Without evil, good cannot exist. (This is a concept my friend and crit partner Trisha Leigh and I have been exploring lately in our writing.) My psyche needs the funny AND the dark. They balance each other out. Two parts of me that add to my whole.
Still, I’m prepared, as prepared as I can be, for the backlash. But Jen is right. If I can’t handle the possibility offending people, I’ve chosen the wrong profession.