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I’ve been working on it for… ooh, months (ish). And for much of that time, I have not really ‘connected’ wholeheartedly with the story. Part
of that has been to do with circumstances – births, marriages, and near death
experience kind of circumstances – and each of these has taken me out of my story world for a while.
But apart from this, (and possibly what has stopped me rushing back after an absence), an even bigger obstacle has been my lack of connection, or my lack of feeling about the project. I talked a little about this in a previous post and thought I had overcome the annoying indifference I felt towards my protagonist by giving her a bit more of a rebellious, defiant streak. For a while, I thoroughly enjoyed her bolshy, snarky character and I fell quite in love.
But apart from this, (and possibly what has stopped me rushing back after an absence), an even bigger obstacle has been my lack of connection, or my lack of feeling about the project. I talked a little about this in a previous post and thought I had overcome the annoying indifference I felt towards my protagonist by giving her a bit more of a rebellious, defiant streak. For a while, I thoroughly enjoyed her bolshy, snarky character and I fell quite in love.
But it didn’t last for long.
I struggled to be interested if I am honest, and whole days,
sometimes weeks went by when I just couldn’t care a less about what I was
writing. That’s not a good sign, is it?
During this time of
disinterest, I turned to my guiltiest pleasure for solace; reality TV. Now before you cry ‘shame!’ I
would like to justify this personality flaw with the defence that I am a writer and I am interested in people; what real people do, and say,
and think, and dream, and feel… I’m not dumb enough to
believe that Simon Cowell’s X Factor and Britain’s Got Talent, (or any other of
the non-SYCO productions like I’m a Celebrity, Big Brother, Secret Millionaire
or Don’t Tell the Bride to name but a handful) aren’t formulaic and therefore
scripted in some fashion. Of course they are. We all know the formula and we
all know the outcome, but the people are real.
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And then along came The
Voice. The Voice attempted to strip these reactions away and you were supposed
to watch this programme purely and simply because you liked to hear quality
singing. To some extent The Voice succeeded. The judges couldn’t actually see who
they were choosing to champion in the first round, and everyone (judges and
viewers) was supposed to connect with the singer rather than the rest of the
hype. It seemed like a great idea and viewing figures were good.
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And then one sad Saturday night when I was 'forced' to watch The dreary Voice, and found myself bizarrely hanging on in there for BGT, I had an epiphany.
There was nothing wrong
with my new feisty protagonist, it’s just that in falling in love with her, I
had forgotten to hate anyone! I had forgotten about all the other emotional
reactions which give contrast and depth, meaning, loyalty and hope, wish fulfillment etc etc. If everything is one thing,
how should we react? What are we supposed to feel? Who are we meant to root for?
For all it's faults, (prescriptive, predictable and manipulative to name but a few), reality TV (and BGT in particular) does at least allow you to feel a wide range of emotions and frankly, that is far more entertaining and interesting than just feeling one.
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With this in mind, I turned back to my WIP. I wrote in a
couple of new plot lines, upped the ante on the heroine's back story and turned a hitherto insignificant
character into a proper bad boy. Et voila! ... instant emotional rollercoaster. Sure fire success.
Thanks Simon Cowell.
Thanks Simon Cowell.











