I have never written one of these before, but I think it sort of works for me since I tend to ramble on anyway. If you are not familiar, it’s called Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Per the rules, I’m not allowed to edit (painful for me) except for spelling errors which is a good thing because that’s a deal breaker for me. I did feel the need for pictures, though… hopefully that’s not a breach.
This week, the prompt is birth.
When I dream up a new character, a birth, if you will, (I know, I’m probably stretching here) I literally dream him up. (I say him because in my head, it’s always about the leading man even if the story ultimately seems to be told more from the leading lady’s perspective.) And when he comes from my dreams, I know it’s all wrong.
Okay, maybe not all wrong… but my idealism often goes too far. Do men like these exist? Because, let’s be honest… some of them are a little too perfect. Should I change them? It doesn’t matter if I should… I know I won’t.
I guess my writing really is for me first, then everyone else… because I want the (nearly) perfect guy. I escape into the story and that escapism is fantasy for me. He literally comes from dreams. And loneliness. How could I change him? Oh, he has faults. Everyone does. But they’re charming faults. Is that a thing? It is now.
For some reason, I have no trouble making my female characters imperfect. I think it’s because they all come from parts of me… and I am so far from perfect it’s ridiculous.
Speaking of that, why is it that in most tv shows and movies, the main female character (and often other females, too) irks me? Even if I start out liking her, it seems I always get to a place where I want to kick her in the face. This doesn’t happen nearly as often with me.
I think I might be boy crazy. Despite not being a teenager.
Maybe I have some weird jealousy thing going on with all the women. But these are fictional characters. My life and theirs have no basis for comparison. Yes… ridiculous. For example… in the Marvel movies, I do not care for Black Widow. People love her… but I don’t. Maybe I just want it to be all men. I realize that sounds like some sort of reverse-feminism, but I can’t help it. I like watching the men.
Save me Iron Man! And bring Thor.
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