Link: Why I Threw Out Everything I Wrote Yesterday
Disclaimer: This blog entry is verbatim, as originally posted on LKH's blog. Copyright belongs to Ma Petite Enterprises.
So many of you wrote in and feared for the lovers in Anita’s life. They are in peril. This promises to be a very hard book, but two days ago it wasn’t that kind of trauma for Anita and me. She did her duty. She stayed at her post. She made the hard call in the midst of death and violence. She was a good cop, a good soldier, a good . . . she did her duty. She did not panic. It ended up with her in the hospital and it cost her the life of someone she valued. It also cost the lives of good men and women who stood shoulder to shoulder against the great bad thing. There are losses that aren’t about romantic love. There are losses that are about a different kind of love. The people that will go into the bad place with you and not panic, but stay at your side shooting, fighting, risking it all for the goal, the objective, the mission, but there will always be moments that come down to just surviving. The men and women who stay with you through something like that – you love them. They love you. It’s not romantic love, but it is a bond that will make you answer a phone a decade later and say, “What do you need? What can I do?”
It’s also the kind of emotion that will make you not answer the phone ever. It is a level of pain and trauma that makes you want to forget. You don’t want to relive it. You don’t want to look at it, or talk about it. You want to move on; forget. sometimes in that effort to push it away you will destroy everything in your life to avoid the pain of it, the truth of it.
I have had the privilege of knowing men and women who have served their country, worn the badge, and come away with the real deal. I have dated, and been friends with men that are still haunted. I know when they share their stories with me in any way that it’s a privilege to be trusted with those moments of truth. a lot of them are told with laughter, but every once in awhile their eyes grow haunted and the pain comes too close to hide.
Anita had one of those moments and I spent the next twenty-four hours trying to ignore the pain. I was willing to blow up my imaginary world and throw all the hard work that Micah and Jean-Claude had done to bring together the preternatural community so that we could have a crisis and Anita and I wouldn’t have to deal with what was really bothering us. We were willing to ruin our relationship with Micah. Willing to ruin our relationship with other lovers. Anita and I tried to sink ourselves into sex. Nothing worked yesterday. Some of it was good pages, but really I was blowing up my world, destroying books and books of relationship building. It was my husband, Jon, who told me not to do some of it, that it made no sense. I was angry with him, though we didn’t fight, because I knew something was wrong with me and how I was reacting.
This morning when I woke up I understood what I’d been doing. I also knew what I needed to write today. I have to look at what happened in the shoot out. I have to let Anita feel the pain of what she had to do, and what it cost her and others. I was willing to blow up my world, Jean-Claude’s world, Micah’s, sacrifice Damian, hurt Nathaniel, or try to just skip to sex and comfort. I fought with myself all day and at midnight I called it, because I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I just knew it I wasn’t thinking right.
This morning it was so clear, even logical. I’ve spent twenty years writing Anita. I’ve interviewed people about what it feels like to take a life in the course of their duty. I have been blessed and trusted with the stories, without them this series would have been so much weaker. I wouldn’t have understood, and there are things that I will not understand because this is fiction for me. I’m not there. I’m not going through the real doors. I’m not having to look down the barrel of real guns and make choices that will be irrevocable. In real life there is no rewrite, more’s the pity.
Today Anita has to wake up in the hospital with that moment of confusion of “where am I, what happened,” and then the memory will return. She’ll remember the moment. The gun, sighting down the barrel, pulling the trigger and watching him drop. She would make the same choice, but that doesn’t mean she won’t be haunted by it. You can be right. You can be brave. It is some comfort, but in the end the people still died, and you couldn’t save them all, and sometimes killing the killer is just one more trauma.
There are losses that make you weep, that drive you from sleep to pace the darkened house, because sleep is full of dreams, nightmares, or sometimes it’s just too quiet and alone with our thoughts isn’t that great. I should have remembered that yesterday, but it took me time to work it out – to remember.
I’m just lucky that what I do is fiction. That I didn’t ruin my actual relationship with the man I love, and I have a chance to rewrite the fictional mistake. That I didn’t blow up the political structure of our country for real, but just on paper and I had a smart man to tell me, “This isn’t logical.” Thanks, my husband. Lucky for me, and for Anita, there is a do-over today. It won’t be pleasant, in fact it will be emotionally pretty horrible, but when she’s faced it, worked some of it through, then she will still have the loves of her life, the men she depends on, and the careful political structure that Jean-Claude and Micah have worked so hard to make will still be working. I am dreading writing this, but I feel strangely peaceful about it, too. This is what comes next and the days when Anita would destroy her love life, her friendships, to avoid the pain of what she’s had to do in her job are past. I’ve had better therapy than that, and so has she.
As I write today I will think of my friends who have done, and are doing, this for real. To the men and women who put on a uniform and do their duty, thank you for your service.
Disclaimer: This blog entry is verbatim, as originally posted on LKH's blog. Copyright belongs to Ma Petite Enterprises.
So many of you wrote in and feared for the lovers in Anita’s life. They are in peril. This promises to be a very hard book, but two days ago it wasn’t that kind of trauma for Anita and me. She did her duty. She stayed at her post. She made the hard call in the midst of death and violence. She was a good cop, a good soldier, a good . . . she did her duty. She did not panic. It ended up with her in the hospital and it cost her the life of someone she valued. It also cost the lives of good men and women who stood shoulder to shoulder against the great bad thing. There are losses that aren’t about romantic love. There are losses that are about a different kind of love. The people that will go into the bad place with you and not panic, but stay at your side shooting, fighting, risking it all for the goal, the objective, the mission, but there will always be moments that come down to just surviving. The men and women who stay with you through something like that – you love them. They love you. It’s not romantic love, but it is a bond that will make you answer a phone a decade later and say, “What do you need? What can I do?”
It’s also the kind of emotion that will make you not answer the phone ever. It is a level of pain and trauma that makes you want to forget. You don’t want to relive it. You don’t want to look at it, or talk about it. You want to move on; forget. sometimes in that effort to push it away you will destroy everything in your life to avoid the pain of it, the truth of it.
I have had the privilege of knowing men and women who have served their country, worn the badge, and come away with the real deal. I have dated, and been friends with men that are still haunted. I know when they share their stories with me in any way that it’s a privilege to be trusted with those moments of truth. a lot of them are told with laughter, but every once in awhile their eyes grow haunted and the pain comes too close to hide.
Anita had one of those moments and I spent the next twenty-four hours trying to ignore the pain. I was willing to blow up my imaginary world and throw all the hard work that Micah and Jean-Claude had done to bring together the preternatural community so that we could have a crisis and Anita and I wouldn’t have to deal with what was really bothering us. We were willing to ruin our relationship with Micah. Willing to ruin our relationship with other lovers. Anita and I tried to sink ourselves into sex. Nothing worked yesterday. Some of it was good pages, but really I was blowing up my world, destroying books and books of relationship building. It was my husband, Jon, who told me not to do some of it, that it made no sense. I was angry with him, though we didn’t fight, because I knew something was wrong with me and how I was reacting.
This morning when I woke up I understood what I’d been doing. I also knew what I needed to write today. I have to look at what happened in the shoot out. I have to let Anita feel the pain of what she had to do, and what it cost her and others. I was willing to blow up my world, Jean-Claude’s world, Micah’s, sacrifice Damian, hurt Nathaniel, or try to just skip to sex and comfort. I fought with myself all day and at midnight I called it, because I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I just knew it I wasn’t thinking right.
This morning it was so clear, even logical. I’ve spent twenty years writing Anita. I’ve interviewed people about what it feels like to take a life in the course of their duty. I have been blessed and trusted with the stories, without them this series would have been so much weaker. I wouldn’t have understood, and there are things that I will not understand because this is fiction for me. I’m not there. I’m not going through the real doors. I’m not having to look down the barrel of real guns and make choices that will be irrevocable. In real life there is no rewrite, more’s the pity.
Today Anita has to wake up in the hospital with that moment of confusion of “where am I, what happened,” and then the memory will return. She’ll remember the moment. The gun, sighting down the barrel, pulling the trigger and watching him drop. She would make the same choice, but that doesn’t mean she won’t be haunted by it. You can be right. You can be brave. It is some comfort, but in the end the people still died, and you couldn’t save them all, and sometimes killing the killer is just one more trauma.
There are losses that make you weep, that drive you from sleep to pace the darkened house, because sleep is full of dreams, nightmares, or sometimes it’s just too quiet and alone with our thoughts isn’t that great. I should have remembered that yesterday, but it took me time to work it out – to remember.
I’m just lucky that what I do is fiction. That I didn’t ruin my actual relationship with the man I love, and I have a chance to rewrite the fictional mistake. That I didn’t blow up the political structure of our country for real, but just on paper and I had a smart man to tell me, “This isn’t logical.” Thanks, my husband. Lucky for me, and for Anita, there is a do-over today. It won’t be pleasant, in fact it will be emotionally pretty horrible, but when she’s faced it, worked some of it through, then she will still have the loves of her life, the men she depends on, and the careful political structure that Jean-Claude and Micah have worked so hard to make will still be working. I am dreading writing this, but I feel strangely peaceful about it, too. This is what comes next and the days when Anita would destroy her love life, her friendships, to avoid the pain of what she’s had to do in her job are past. I’ve had better therapy than that, and so has she.
As I write today I will think of my friends who have done, and are doing, this for real. To the men and women who put on a uniform and do their duty, thank you for your service.
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Date: 2012-12-05 07:49 am (UTC)LKH doesn't have a relationship with Micah; Micah is a fictional character. I'm really uncomfortable with the way she kept saying "we" in this. I'm not psychoanalysing her here, but when I talk like that, it's because I'm in the middle of a psychotic episode. If she's just being ~dramatic~ and doing that thing that some writers do where they talk like their characters are real people who talk to them and get traumatised in actuality rather than in the story, fine, but it makes me seriously uncomfortable. She said it herself; this is fiction for her. Fiction, especially fiction that you're in control of, shouldn't affect someone this way. Hell, I say that as someone who writes and gets emotionally invested in their writing, to the point of it being unhealthy sometimes. Your own writing should not traumatise you.
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Date: 2012-12-05 09:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-12-05 11:44 am (UTC)I recently had to rewrite something that had been playing on my mind for about three years, but I didn't make a song and dance about it. My character had something done to her that just didn't sit right with me and felt like too much of a cliché, so I went in and fiddled.
I certainly didn't equate it to every war ever played out. She needs to step back and write about kittens for a while.
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Date: 2012-12-05 12:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-12-05 01:32 pm (UTC)Yes. Yes please. Because at least it would be something different.
I'm going to sit in the corner and pretend she realized what she'd done to Anita over the last however many books and lost her mind at the ramifications of Anita's actions. And then poof! All back to normal and the ignoring of Anita's lack of being a heroine.
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Date: 2012-12-05 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-05 02:57 pm (UTC)This sentence makes my soul hurt. I'm weeping because imploding everything that Anita has worked for over the last several books is the best goddamned thing that could happen right now, in regard to both plot and characters. Because it'd mean that at long fucking last, Anita has to face some consequences for her actions.
But no! It's too haarrrrrd and somehow not logical! So it probably won't happen! Or it's only a big deal in LKH's head because she lacks the ability to convey how epic it should be on the page.
And of course there'd be comfort-sex. Because sex solves everything! I'll also be in the corner staring at that scene from Casino Royale where Bond and Vesper are huddled in the shower together because that moment right there? Far more powerful than all the chapters of comfort sex that LKH can write.
Looks like I had a side of extra bitterness with my Christmas luncheon today.
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Date: 2012-12-05 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-12-05 04:17 pm (UTC)YESH he did her NO favors, and did his gravy train even less favors. Maybe LKH heard that when Jim Butcher KILLED OFF HIS LEAD...he sold about a bazzilion books and got some kudos for being crazy enough to do it...and pulling it off.
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Date: 2012-12-05 04:30 pm (UTC)Like I said, wild speculation, but I can't help chewing it over, given how much LKH seems to tangle her real life with her fictional one.
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Date: 2012-12-05 05:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-05 08:13 pm (UTC)However, I think that this blog post indicates more than the rest that LKH isn't separating reality from fiction and neither are the people around her.
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Date: 2012-12-05 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-05 06:21 pm (UTC)This sentence makes my soul hurt. I'm weeping because imploding everything that Anita has worked for over the last several books is the best goddamned thing that could happen right now, in regard to both plot and characters. Because it'd mean that at long fucking last, Anita has to face some consequences for her actions."
Yes.
I feel cheated now. Like maybe there was hope that something interesting would happen and things would change ... and then she yanked it away.
I was actually somewhat enticed to consider looking at her new book by the idea that someone important died (though it sounds like it was Damien, which I don't think would solve anything).
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Date: 2012-12-06 05:21 am (UTC)(Yeah I don't think killing Damien would solve anything either. But hooray LKH has remembered that he exists? My headcanon is that he was living in the basement, hand-painting Lord of the Rings figurines and having epic D&D nights with whoever stayed over at Anita's and wasn't currently involved in the orgy upstairs. But apparently he has a girlfriend now? How'd he stay alive long enough to leave the house to meet someone?)
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Date: 2012-12-06 07:06 am (UTC)I too was thinking 'yes please knock Anita and her world on their collective arses'. I would have possibly had a real stroke if she'd brought plot and real danger to the series, but it might be worth the shock.
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Date: 2012-12-06 12:23 am (UTC)(Although I admit that, re-reading more carefully, the suggestion that Anita's harem might actually have been disposed of en masse is also potentially promising... it's just that it sounds as if what LKH had actually written, far from being a plot improvement, was Anita producing yet another sex-partner out of a hat and having some kind of wild fornicatory scene that would leave all the rest of them with hurt feelings...)
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Date: 2012-12-06 05:20 am (UTC)But then I remember the massive song and dance she had about killing off Haven, and it's like...so? Dude was in maybe two books and not all that important but we're all horrible monsters for not caring that she killed someone other than nameless canon fodder since Guilty Pleasures.
Worst case scenario, this will be another Flirt situation where Anita "does what she HAS to" in order to save the people she cares about and then everyone gathers around to comfort her on how terrible it was for her to have to do that (never mind whoever dies). And then later she'll angst about it for a little bit and then shove it aside because ultimately, the great and terrible life implosion will have little to no lasting impact. So while there's the potential for this to be a good thing, the reality will probably be something else entirely. ALAS.
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Date: 2012-12-06 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-07 05:24 am (UTC)...now I want this to be Edward's plan all along.
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Date: 2012-12-05 03:20 pm (UTC)You guys, in all seriousness, I think we are starting to see the end of LKH here.
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Date: 2012-12-05 07:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-12-05 08:44 pm (UTC)Authors shouldn't be going through this much trauma, period, but they really really shouldn't be going through this much trauma for a scenario that they've already written at least once.
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Date: 2012-12-06 06:59 am (UTC)Am I wrong? Is that what you all got as well?
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Date: 2012-12-06 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-12-07 11:31 pm (UTC)There are losses that aren’t about romantic love. There are losses that are about a different kind of love. The people that will go into the bad place with you and not panic, but stay at your side shooting, fighting, risking it all for the goal, the objective, the mission, but there will always be moments that come down to just surviving. The men and women who stay with you through something like that – you love them. They love you.
Dolph? Zerbrowski? :C
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Date: 2012-12-07 11:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-07 11:43 pm (UTC)Though I'm not too worried. I feel that he is far too popular with the fans to be killed off. LKH herself even knows this. She did a little poll awhile ago (or a long time ago? can't remember) about who fans want to see more. She was surprised to see Micah and Nathaniel get the least amount of votes, and Edward get the most. Jean-Claude was somewhere on top, too.
I'm trying to find this, but clearly, the fans love the Edwardz.
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