Sometimes life just stinks. There’s no other way to put it. It is in-your-face, horrible and heart wrenching. You may be asking why I am telling you what you already know. Go ahead, admit that you think I’m a rambler and let’s move on. I have a point to make here and you’re holding up my thought process…strange as it is. My point is that because life tends to knock us on our proverbial butts, writing should reflect that. It’s the “Real” factor.
It irritates me to no end when I spend money on a book and chunk it after a few pages because the writer went all-out CBA hokey on me. I think to myself…How can anyone read this and think it could ever, in a million years, happen in life? Yes, I know I’m talking about fiction but that needs to be based on plausibility of natural human reaction. And if you have created another world, you better give me a solid grasp on that world before you try changing the rules from mine.
Come on people, if your spouse cheats on you, you are not going to say it’s okay and kiss and make up in one chapter. There will be a natural rage or reckless denial or all out shattering of the betrayed. Don’t you dare rip his/her heart out and not give me a satisfying reaction. Think about the torment and show me that. Make me mad and make me cry or you have failed me.
And honestly, I could give a flying flip how much Christianese litters the pages of your book if the writing stinks. You don’t get a pass on quality story and character development because you believe in God and can copy scripture from the good book. And honestly, you should be ashamed of yourself if you try to.
I know I sound harsh, but this is something that has been bothering me. I know so many great writers and perhaps I am spoiled to excellent story spinners. I like to think I’m not a snob. And in no way am I saying I fit my tough standards. But I cringe every time I pick up a book and see the equivalent of Pre-K Sunday school…nothing against Pre-K btw. 😉
I want the struggle and the climb to victory. I need the sweat and tears. Give me the gory battle in which evil almost takes down good, but good pulls strength from his father’s dying words in the last minutes on the edge of a very steep cliff and knocks evil into next week. I demand layers of philosophy and theology buried beneath mounds of flesh.
Because there is nothing more satisfying about reading than to be tangled so completely in the yarn the writer has spun, that it takes you hours, days, weeks or longer to untangle yourself from the effect it has on your mind.
I require this of my reading. And if you can accomplish that within the pages of your book, you will have a book buying fan.
Peace, love and God’s will.