Link: George R. R. Martin is a Steely-Eyed Hard Ass, or I’m a Wimp
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George R. R. Martin seems to kill characters willy-nilly and seems not to suffer overly much from those deaths, or if he does then he is a masochist of highest order, because I killed a character today, and I feel like shit. I figured out that the death was coming earlier today and knew exactly why my page count had slowed to a crawl, it always does just before I have to lose someone on paper. I walked around in dread for most of the day, and then finally sat down to write. I wrote, then a few tears, and then I finished the scene. I wept, no exaggeration, I freaking sat at my desk and wept, and then I realized it wasn’t done. The death wasn’t enough, there had to be the grief, the reaction of those left behind and that made me cry harder. I wrote in near hysterics, and even now the reaction of everyone isn’t finished, because this death will haunt and effect the rest of the book, and any book that comes after it in the series for that matter.
I found the Kleenex box, and used several, then I printed the pages off for my husband, Jon to read, since he’s the only one that’s read the book besides me, at this point. My dogs decided to be amazingly cute at that moment, because they seemed to know I needed it. They made me laugh, then we all left my office and went to the main part of the house, and then I did something that I’ve never done after writing anything. I got a hard cider from the fridge, opened it, and took a swig. I hardly ever drink, I don’t like the taste of most of it, and don’t need anything to lower my inhibitions, thanks, but today I made an exception. It was the most my husband had ever seen me drink at one time, and I still didn’t finish the bottle. I got to that warm, tingly, rush point and stopped. I wasn’t sure it helped, but it didn’t hurt.
Cupcakes next, because almost everything is better with cupcakes. One a piece for everyone in the household. Got something for dinner I hadn’t had in months, maybe a year – Domino’s pan pizza just cheese. It’s been one of my comfort foods for years. I don’t usually give into food cravings, because it totally kills all the effort at the gym, but tonight I indulged in the pizza. My cupcake remains untouched, the pizza seems to have filled me up. Now watching the musical, 1776, with my family, because it’s been a feel good movie for us for years.
I’m feeling more peaceful, not happy, but calmer. But if I killed off characters the way George does, apparently I’d be an alcoholic, and weigh about three hundred pounds. Good thing I don’t write too many death scenes of major and beloved characters.
Disclaimer: This blog entry is verbatim, as originally posted on LKH's blog. Copyright belongs to Ma Petite Enterprises.
Mod note: LKH.org is currently down, so here's a cached link.
George R. R. Martin seems to kill characters willy-nilly and seems not to suffer overly much from those deaths, or if he does then he is a masochist of highest order, because I killed a character today, and I feel like shit. I figured out that the death was coming earlier today and knew exactly why my page count had slowed to a crawl, it always does just before I have to lose someone on paper. I walked around in dread for most of the day, and then finally sat down to write. I wrote, then a few tears, and then I finished the scene. I wept, no exaggeration, I freaking sat at my desk and wept, and then I realized it wasn’t done. The death wasn’t enough, there had to be the grief, the reaction of those left behind and that made me cry harder. I wrote in near hysterics, and even now the reaction of everyone isn’t finished, because this death will haunt and effect the rest of the book, and any book that comes after it in the series for that matter.
I found the Kleenex box, and used several, then I printed the pages off for my husband, Jon to read, since he’s the only one that’s read the book besides me, at this point. My dogs decided to be amazingly cute at that moment, because they seemed to know I needed it. They made me laugh, then we all left my office and went to the main part of the house, and then I did something that I’ve never done after writing anything. I got a hard cider from the fridge, opened it, and took a swig. I hardly ever drink, I don’t like the taste of most of it, and don’t need anything to lower my inhibitions, thanks, but today I made an exception. It was the most my husband had ever seen me drink at one time, and I still didn’t finish the bottle. I got to that warm, tingly, rush point and stopped. I wasn’t sure it helped, but it didn’t hurt.
Cupcakes next, because almost everything is better with cupcakes. One a piece for everyone in the household. Got something for dinner I hadn’t had in months, maybe a year – Domino’s pan pizza just cheese. It’s been one of my comfort foods for years. I don’t usually give into food cravings, because it totally kills all the effort at the gym, but tonight I indulged in the pizza. My cupcake remains untouched, the pizza seems to have filled me up. Now watching the musical, 1776, with my family, because it’s been a feel good movie for us for years.
I’m feeling more peaceful, not happy, but calmer. But if I killed off characters the way George does, apparently I’d be an alcoholic, and weigh about three hundred pounds. Good thing I don’t write too many death scenes of major and beloved characters.
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Date: 2014-01-30 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-30 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-30 05:18 pm (UTC)Also the last time we had this kind of wailing and shirt-rending was when she killed Haven, which had like zero emotional impact on any of the characters (it'd probably help if her characters had emotions to start with instead of just telling us "I feel bad about X") and then everyone swooped in to reassure Anita that what she did was the right thing, for the greater good, and that Haven was Smirky McEvilbad anyway. So what are the odds that this will repeat itself here with some character nobody really cares about?
(Also I made the mistake of scrolling through comments on her FB page and I really, really do not understand the folks who are like "I hate killing off my characters/doing bad things to them! I had to undo it immediately it was so bad!" When I was 15, I was upset about my character possibly dying in an RPG and sobbed like a baby, but my then-arch nemesis gave me a pep talk and I haven't looked back since. I am a great and terrible god to my characters; I will put them through hell - sometimes literally- if they want a happy ending. They need to fight for it. They'll get broken and rebuild, they'll quit and go do something else, but ultimately it's better for them and the plot. It probably doesn't help that I'm currently writing "Terrible People: The Illustrated Story of Bad Life Choices.")
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Date: 2014-01-30 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-30 05:43 pm (UTC)I don't say this to be mean.
I say this because if it does this to you, stop. Or switch genres. Just start a new series that is a happy fluffy domestic tone where it would be out of place for anyone to ever die no matter how minor a character they were.
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Date: 2014-01-30 06:04 pm (UTC)I just have no clue how someone can invest so much emotion into this process. Or how an author can realize this morning that she was going to kill a "major and beloved" character in a story she's been working on for weeks. I know when my major characters are going to die for books I haven't started yet. I'm just.... GAH!
I don't mean to rant. This just... enrages me.
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Date: 2014-01-30 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-30 06:30 pm (UTC)Also her melodrama is always fun, dang she's amused me more this week than in years. First with her quotes and now this.
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Date: 2014-01-30 06:30 pm (UTC)GRRM has gone on record talking about how wrenching it was to write something like The Red Wedding (for those no on ASOIAF, a LOT of people died quite horribly). But he did it anyway because it was what had to happen. It served dramatic purpose in his story, and while all the consequences have yet to be played out, it was more than shock value: it changed the entire political landscape of the story and set a couple of the main characters on a different path.
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Date: 2014-01-30 06:40 pm (UTC)Good god woman, get over yourself.
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Date: 2014-01-30 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-30 07:32 pm (UTC)...I did not want to imagine what Anita would do with a throne of disembodied dongs. Brain bleach.
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Date: 2014-01-30 07:32 pm (UTC)I figured out that the death was coming earlier today and knew exactly why my page count had slowed to a crawl, it always does just before I have to lose someone on paper.
It's your story. If you don't want to kill someone, don't do it. As much as your cast desperately needs to be thinned, killing someone isn't the only way. If it upsets you so much, send them off to Australia instead. Or *gasp* have them dump your main character. That said, in your genre, and with the rules you've set up, characters should logically die on occasion. Make it a grand and glorious moment for them and make it matter deeply, like Spock's death at the end of Wrath of Khan. Maybe the reason you get so upset is that when you kill off a character, it doesn't matter at all. Remember Noel?
I wept, no exaggeration, I freaking sat at my desk and wept
Just like Anita, she doesn't "cry," she "weeps." Also, big deal. I cried when I killed off a character who'd had one previous scene. I think that if the writer isn't extremely emotional at a character death, there's little chance of the audience feeling anything.
The death wasn’t enough, there had to be the grief, the reaction of those left behind and that made me cry harder.
She hates writing anyone being hurt emotionally, and that's the core of why her books are such crap. No one suffers any consequences for anything.
I wrote in near hysterics
If this is true, she needs help, but I think she's exaggerating and/or using the wrong word, as she so often does.
this death will haunt and effect the rest of the book
When it's a verb, it's AFFECT. English, do you speak it? Also, if this happens, then the book will be much better for it. I don't think it will happen.
I found the Kleenex box, and used several
No, see, you're supposed to use the Kleenex inside the box, not the box itself. I can tell what she means, but the writing is muddy, and this is another problem with her books. Also, the commas in that sentence hurt me.
I don’t usually give into food cravings, because it totally kills all the effort at the gym,
Bullshit. This is a common misconception, but it makes me angry every time I see it. Exercising is not only to lose weight, being thin does not mean you're healthy, and being fat does not mean you're unhealthy. Feeding yourself is a GOOD thing, not something to beat yourself up about. And she manages to beat herself up smugly. Urgh.
if I killed off characters the way George does, apparently I’d be an alcoholic, and weigh about three hundred pounds
GAH. Right, because one swig of alcohol and some pizza is soooo dangerous. Fuck you, LKH, I have an alcoholic in my family. And fuck your biology degree, because apparently it came out of a Cracker Jack box.
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Date: 2014-01-30 07:37 pm (UTC)I am going to laugh myself sick if she just ended up writing a magic goddess flashback to Essus's death. I really don't think she has the guts to kill any of Merry's babydaddies, and I can't much think of any other important characters that would JUSTIFY this reaction.
I'd feel more sorry for her if I believed she WAS an actual bleeding-heart. As is, this is the woman whose main self-insert's series is all about fetishized noncon. Her heart doesn't weep for anyone she doesn't want it to. And she didn't sob like this over Merry's beloved grandmother - but, to be petty about it, I guess that's because Merry's grandmother was female...
Also... is the rest of this book just going to be hysterical sobbing through the epilogue? Because her deadline is TOMORROW...
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Date: 2014-01-30 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-30 07:40 pm (UTC)Oh, honey.
Also, I'm so bothered by her food diatribe for lots of irrelevant personal reasons, because it comes off as so... ugh. I actually can't articulate exactly what it is, because she's just
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Date: 2014-01-30 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-30 07:56 pm (UTC)Urk. Okay, if the dong throne is somehow glued together with multicolored eyes, rainbow twenty-feet-long hair, and an automated phrase-speaker ("You're so tight!", "You enjoy sex more than any other woman!", "Every time I think you can't get more amazing in bed, I'm wrong!", and 20 more!), d'you think she'd have sex with it?
Perhaps if it specifically had the ability to consent so she could take that consent away from it?
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Date: 2014-01-30 07:59 pm (UTC)That it?
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Date: 2014-01-30 08:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-30 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-30 08:02 pm (UTC)Because, seriously -- she's talking about half a hard cider and two slices of pizza? HOLY SHIT GET THE FORKLIFT GUYS.
Excuse me. I appear to have made a rage mess. >_>;
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Date: 2014-01-30 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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