New writing endeavor, new protagonist. I thought that after Lysander, who makes an art form out of being contrary, I could handle anything, but nooo. Protag and I are already at odds.
Me: “‘Kay, good plot and all, but this is a romance, so we should probably start working on your love interest.”
Protag: “Oh, he‘s cute!”
Me: “…that’s the antagonist.”
Me: “No! You’re shy and he’s an asshole!”
Protag: “Is there a gentle, vulnerable soul hiding beneath his rough facade?”
Me: “No. That’s not how this book works.”
Protag: “Gimme anyway!”
Most authors I know occasionally have the same problem I do – sassy characters who just won’t take direction. Usually, they make for the most interesting protagonists because their ‘tude is memorable and entertaining. Lysander was definitely one such protagonist. When I was emailing a friend the other day and tried to describe what writing him was like, it went something like this…
“Okay, let’s start on this scene where you talk to Finn-”
WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF MONSTROSITY IS HE WEARING?
“Um, who cares? You’re supposed to be talking about-”
OH GOD IT’S TIE DYE. KILL ME NOW.
“No, stop being so dramatic. First you need to-”
I REFUSE TO LOOK AT TIE DYE UNLESS I’M REALLY REALLY HIGH. ALSO, HAVE YOU MET ME?
“…fine, I guess we’ll deal with the tie-dye crisis first then.”
“You are not setting your cousin on fire.”
BUT HE’S WEARING TIE DYE!