Tuesday, April 11, 2006
I love him... I love him not...
I love him!

I once read that if you don't love your characters neither will your readers. At first, I thought that was weird, but after having written so many books, I think I know what that writer meant. Sometimes when I am writing, my heart will get that little pitter-pat with an extra kick. And then maybe the next scene I will get the chills and maybe another will make me fan myself - but it's that end all be all when I sit back and think, "Damn, where are men like this?" that make me really love my characters.

I have one particular hero that when all else fails, I will read certain passages and I am good. There is just something about that man . . . let's set aside the fact that he is tailored after my favorite singer - (mmm-hmm). Let's set aside the fact that he is buff and heart stopping gorgeous. But the thing that made me wish on every shooting star that he were flesh and blood was this scene: (excerpt from Second Chances)


“We look like a couple of drowned rats.” Zan pushed back the wet strands of hair that clung to her forehead. “Or at least I do. You have on a hat and a raincoat.”

Her thoughts that morning had been of Jacob, knowing he would be gone for the next two weeks. Absent-minded, and downright depressed, she neglected to check the weather. It took her several steps toward her car to realize it was raining and at that point, she decided she might as well keep going. But now with water pouring off her, she wished she had gone back in for her slicker.

Jacob eyed her for a minute then opened the truck door.

Zan frowned. “What’re you doing?”

He stepped out of the truck, tugged off his raincoat and hat then tossed them on the front seat.

“Jacob!”

He held his arms out and tipped his head back. The rain soaked and darkened the front of his denim shirt.

“You’re insane! Get back in here!” Zan laughed so hard tears ran down her face.

When he finally got back in the truck, water ran in streams off his hair. His eyes sparkled with mischief. “There. Now we’re even.” He leaned across the cab and captured her mouth.


Don't know why that did it for me. Don't know why I think of this one every time I need a boost - but it works EVERY time.

I wonder if other writers are like this. Do they too fall a little bit in love with their characters?
Written at 11:11 AM by Denise McDonald.
9 comments
9 Comments:
Blogger Amie Stuart said...
Oh HELLLLLLLLLLLLL YEAH
April 11, 2006 2:36 PM  
Blogger Toni Anderson said...
Hmm. Yes, but don't tell anyone. ;-)
April 11, 2006 5:38 PM  
Blogger Bonnie S. Calhoun said...
I think subconsciously we write men characters that are people that our minds look for as being an attraction!
April 12, 2006 12:11 AM  
Blogger Bernita said...
~ my knees went weak~
April 12, 2006 6:22 AM  
Blogger Sandy J said...
You're right! Where the hell are those kind of men nowadays.

Good job!
April 12, 2006 7:10 AM  
Blogger Denise McDonald said...
...at least I'm not alone in this!
April 12, 2006 9:02 AM  
Blogger Ballpoint Wren said...
Yum! Soaked sexy romance guy!
April 12, 2006 9:59 AM  
Blogger Denise McDonald said...
It also makes me think of the Rascal Flatts songSarabeth - when the young man shaves his head ... awwwwww....
April 12, 2006 1:55 PM  
Blogger Amie Stuart said...
I think Bernita is right. I think we tend to write our ideal in some form or fashion =)
April 12, 2006 3:25 PM  
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