We all know the old saying about curiosity killing the cat. And curiosity has gotten more than one person in trouble through the centuries. But sometimes, you have to admit, it’s hard to ignore or pass off things without at least wondering about them.
That’s where I’m at tonight, at the end of book written by a New York Times bestselling author. I’m not saying who wrote it, or which book it is. Neither will I mention the name of another not-so-famous author and novel I stopped reading yesterday.
What’s got me curious? The fact that both of them have broken more writing rules than I can count. Well, I could…if I had an entire day with no responsibilities. Then I could go through both of them and count the vast number of no-nos in each one.
Smiling cheeks, and sentences that talk about ‘wordlessly joining,’ ‘sheepishly grinning,’ or ‘mightily sighing.’
All things that take me out of the story long enough to scratch my head and say…huh? All things relentlessly pounded into our little writer brains to avoid. Yes, I said ‘relentlessly pounded’ on purpose…just because I’m feeling a little rebellious at the moment.
It makes me wonder where the rules come from. Seriously…a NY Times bestselling author does this – presumably throughout the long series. I’ve only read this book so far…and it’s well into the series. Since most authors improve with time, I can only assume the earlier books weren’t as well written.
You already know I have issues with the writing rules that insist that only a+b+c can equal a good story. And the ones that say characters shouldn’t whisper, weep, or sigh (that would be the said-only rule).
I’ve never been one who like rules. Laws are an entirely different matter. Those need to be obeyed for the good of everyone. But rules? Who makes them up? Who decides that one group or another must follow their specific guidelines in order to succeed?
So to the rule makers, I’d like to introduce myself. Hi, I’m Kristy, and I’m a rule breaker.
No, I doubt I’ll ever have any smiling cheeks in my stories…maybe dimpled cheeks, but none that smile. That’s just creepy. But I’m not going to sweat all the rules like I have been.
I was looking for a song to describe my mood after finishing this book, and only one comes immediately to mind. Not the lyrics so much as the attitude. This means I’m revealing something about myself here that you all need to keep secret though. Okay?
Yes, I’m a closet Alice Cooper fan…