Hey All –
Another partial line from another song. This time Gotye’s Somebody That I Used to Know. It came on while I was working, and despite myself, I found myself singing along. That song is so damn catchy.
The lyrics remind me of Reggie in the Kiss Kill Love Him Still series. She knew she shouldn’t love Jackson, but she couldn’t stay away from him. He pulled her in, no matter how hard she pushed him away. He chased, and she liked it.
In the end, he screwed her over – even though she knew they could never make sense; even though she knew he had Livie as a girlfriend; and even though she knew that she’d end up hurt.
Boys, it seems, are the root of all problems in my books. They lie, cheat, get what they think they want, get discovered, and finally, flee the scene (or get murdered) leaving the girl(s) to deal with the mess.
Maybe I need to write nicer boys? Boys who know the difference between right and wrong. Who don’t grow up to be philanderers and cheats. After all, I am raising three boys – none of whom exhibit any of these qualities.
Nice boys exist in real life. Boys with manners, great smiles, and genuine chivalry. Boys who wouldn’t hurt a girl just because he could get away with it.
But do nice boys sell? That’s the real question. Do girls want to read about a Marty-Stu (idealized version of a boy), or would they rather read about a reformed bad boy? Do they want to read about someone they used to know, or someone they dream of meeting?
Anyway, I’m floating between two different projects. One has the POV of a nice boy. I worry that if I don’t make him more flawed, agents and editors will think he’s too perfect. But I can’t figure out how to make him flawed and still likable. He loves openly and wholly. He wants to please the main character, and he’s the kind of boy I hope I’m raising.
However, that’s where I’m stuck. Reality doesn’t translate well to the page.
So I sit here wondering, can love make sense, or is it one of those things that’s just completely irrational? Do we fall for who we fall for, and it’s no one’s fault – no matter how bad we fuck it up? Are we lovable even with flaws and scars and baggage?
I’ll let you know when I have the answers 😉