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Facebook flog - Jan 24 2014
Link: Jan 24 2014, 14:06
Disclaimer: This blog entry is verbatim, as originally posted on LKH's Facebook. Copyright belongs to Ma Petite Enterprises.
I know my characters. If I could draw I could give you their faces. If I could magically let you feel what I feel, I know the difference in their skin when my character runs her hands across their bodies. I would know the smell of Micah's skin, as separate from Nathaniel's in the dark. I could hug most of them blind-folded and tell you who it was by the way they would fill my arms. I know the taste, texture, smell, of them the way I know real life lovers, and in some ways better, because my characters don't hide, or withhold like real people can. I know that special smile Nathaniel has the way I know my husband's, it's not the same smile, but it's special to both of them; the real and the not so. (Please do not let that last contribute to the rumor that Nathaniel is based on my husband, Jon, because it's not true, but I know my husband better than anyone so he springs to mind for such analogies.) I know the way Jean-Claude turns his head, how his hair falls when he looks down, how he fusses with the cuffs of his shirt when he's nervous. I can "see" the movement of it in my head, to the point where it seems almost wrong that they only exist in my imagination and in my books. There are moments when I think if they reached out and touched me for real, I wouldn't be scared, it would almost be a relief, a "oh, there you are," moment.
Thanks to Michelle Belanger, another author, whose comment on Twitter helped inspire this post.
Disclaimer: This blog entry is verbatim, as originally posted on LKH's Facebook. Copyright belongs to Ma Petite Enterprises.
I know my characters. If I could draw I could give you their faces. If I could magically let you feel what I feel, I know the difference in their skin when my character runs her hands across their bodies. I would know the smell of Micah's skin, as separate from Nathaniel's in the dark. I could hug most of them blind-folded and tell you who it was by the way they would fill my arms. I know the taste, texture, smell, of them the way I know real life lovers, and in some ways better, because my characters don't hide, or withhold like real people can. I know that special smile Nathaniel has the way I know my husband's, it's not the same smile, but it's special to both of them; the real and the not so. (Please do not let that last contribute to the rumor that Nathaniel is based on my husband, Jon, because it's not true, but I know my husband better than anyone so he springs to mind for such analogies.) I know the way Jean-Claude turns his head, how his hair falls when he looks down, how he fusses with the cuffs of his shirt when he's nervous. I can "see" the movement of it in my head, to the point where it seems almost wrong that they only exist in my imagination and in my books. There are moments when I think if they reached out and touched me for real, I wouldn't be scared, it would almost be a relief, a "oh, there you are," moment.
Thanks to Michelle Belanger, another author, whose comment on Twitter helped inspire this post.
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I continue to boggle over LKH's protestations of how all the fiction is fictional when we know there's so much of her IRL in her books and she retcons her own life as she pleases (her grandmother, for example) -- it's like she honestly believes that readers are not smart enough to read between the lines of both books and blog posts.
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it's like she honestly believes that readers are not smart enough to read between the lines of both books and blog posts
TBH, can they? I check in on the FB page every now and then and they don't seem like the brightest bunch.
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I can't tell if maybe she does honestly believe (um, hello, the Internet is FOREVER) or if she just doesn't give a damn.
It's also possible that she's one of the people who believes her own lies, since she tells them to herself so much, and she's not surrounded by anyone who might throw out the BS flag. It's one thing to not read what the snarkers are saying about you/your work/your massive oversharing that is like a train wreck and another to blatantly avoid accepting anything vaguely critical of HER WORK.