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.
(Hannah Pittard)
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.
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.
You're right: the caring starts with us, and somehow we've got to magically transfer that to our readers.
ReplyDeleteThat's how I think it works. If we're lucky. :)
ReplyDeleteHow true. The power of words is amazing--and at times magical. One reason I have trouble reading in public is because I get close to my characters and feel the emotions they do.
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Donna, I never thought of it that way before! I tend to struggle when I have to read out loud, too, especially if it's a scene where something bad/sad, etc is about to happen to one of my characters.
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