IF I CAN BREAK MY OWN HEART,
IF I CAN MAKE MYSELF CRY,
THEN I HAVE A SHOT AT BREAKING SOMEONE ELSE'S HEART...
WHICH IS ULTIMATELY WHAT I'M AFTER.
I don't know if this is just me but...I cry when I have to hurt my characters. Or when I have to kill them.
It happened again with this most recent NaNo novel. There I am, sitting at my desk - tears streaming, nose running, fingers flying over the keyboard - as bad things happen to good characters. Maybe I just care too much. Maybe I'm just too sensitive. Maybe I'm just weird.
But, if I don't care, if I don't laugh and cry and cheer and worry over my people then how can I expect readers to? So, if one of my characters or one of my stories makes you smile or tear up, there's a very good chance I did the same.
And isn't it amazing how emotions can be passed on from me to you, from you to someone else, all through words on a page, paint on a canvas, the curve of a body in dance? The power, the outreach, of art is never-ending.