With the exceptions of Enza, and my book about my car accident, I basically write romance novels. I can’t help it. I like the whole happily-ever-after thing. Maybe because real life so not like a love story. Real life is something you can’t escape from. Nope. Bills, budgets, bad hair days, moody kids. And the news. If I want a dose of real life, all I have to do is turn the television on at six o’clock, or pick up a newspaper…and I can have all the reality I can handle.
Enza, a book about the 1918 influenza pandemic, had to be written. I didn’t have any choice in the matter. That might not make sense to someone who isn’t a writer, but that’s just the way it works out sometimes. A subject grabs hold of you, and you must tell the story. I have two more that I want to do someday soon, one about alcoholism, and the other about Alzheimer’s (which will be a goodbye to my grandfather).
But mostly it’s romance for me.
I had to kill someone in my first book…and nearly quit writing when it came right down to it. I liked the character who had to die enough that I didn’t think I could continue. Except there was no other option so… I killed my first character. My next killing came in the second book, but I didn’t like him at all, so it was easy. But I actually had to throw all the names in a hat for Enza, and draw them, because I couldn’t choose who would live and die. Plus I wanted to make it more real, the same as it was during that horrible time in history.
So guns and death aren’t something I’m completely unfamiliar with in my world. But I have to write a scene in my fairytale that involves lots of guns, lots of bad guys, some injuries, and a few deaths. All in a sneaky Navy Seal kind of way.
And I’m SO out of my element that it’s ridiculous.
I’m nearly at the end of the chapter where it all begins. Two scenes away. And I’m dreading it. My natural inclination, when I don’t know what I’m doing, is to rush through something. Can’t really do that when you’re writing. You have to take the time to go into detail, let the tension build, show the fear.
I’ve been trying to figure out a movie (s) that would have those kinds of details, so I can take notes on how it’s done. So far, though, I’ve only found a brief scene in Red. I’m thinking Die Hard 2 might have some stuff I can learn from as well.
What I need is something not too violent (doesn’t take much to give me nightmares). I can’t really get into Chuck Norris movies, but other than that, I’m open to most suggestions. Can anyone recommend some good movies that would deal with armed men sneaking into an area…with the intention of doing lots of harm?
I really need to educate myself here…before I write the scene. So I’ll thank you in advance…and share another favorite romantic song. While my main characters have both known love in the past, they’ve experienced tragedies, too, and this is kind of the way the feel about one another.