In filling out questions for my interview at Blak Rayne Books for December, I stumbled across some random inspiration. This is the question, and my answer:
Who is your favorite character, which you’ve created? And why?
I think Atlas, from Trust Me, is probably my favorite of the moment. He’s a redhead, first and foremost (I might be biased) but the other thing I really like about him is that he can handle Koit. I didn’t intend for him to be an ass, but when Koit ended up being the way he was Atlas wound up being one right back. I don’t think Koit’s the kind of person who inspires the best in people!
I kind of want to write something about that, now: Atlas’ adventures in teaching Koit to act like a semi-normal person… or at least one who is slightly less offensive. Atlas would have his hands full, I think.
Maaaan, brain, the next story is supposed to be about Sera. I know you don’t want to write about her and her jealousy issues and her insecurity, but that’s what the next story’s supposed to be. Ballet is for Pussies, remember?
You should not be thinking about how you really want to explore that line between what Atlas wants and what Koit makes Atlas want, and how Atlas learns to tell the difference. I know you wanted to add that to Trust Me, but there were word count constraints, if you remember correctly. So don’t think about it.
Ballet is for Pussies comes first, okay? I know you’re bored by it because you know what happens at the end, but you need to write it, so then everyone else will know.
And when you’re done with that, you can write An Exercise in Humanitarianism or whatever wacky-ass title you’re going to give the Teaching-Koit-to-be-not-rude story.
“First lesson: Using your powers to make me say yes when I said no before is a dick move. Additionally–”
“Yeah, but, Atlas–”
“Second lesson: interrupting people is also a dick move.”
“Can I talk now?”
“You’re being a dick, you know.”
“So why are you lecturing me on being a dick, when you’re being a dick?”
“Because you need to know the rules before you can break them consciously.”
“Can we fuck?”
“I just said–Koit don’t you dare touch–I can’t believe… mmmngh, what was I saying?”
“Can we fuck?”
“I hate you.”
“That’s not a no.”
“We’re going to have this lesson.”
“When I’m through blowing you, maybe.”
No, brain, see, this is what I was just talking about. /frowny face. I appreciate that you are being creative after being burned out on writing for two days, but I just think you’re directing it at the wrong thing. Now…
“I swear, aaaah. I swear. We’ll have the lesson. Eventually.”
Koit didn’t argue, but he was fairly sure that the lesson could be derailed for the foreseeable future.
Ok, I give up. Maybe this does happen before Sera meets Riley.