My Latest, Cruel Goal

Birthday-cake

Today I turn 22.

I’ve been looking at my achievements in the past year with a satisfied but restless eye. You see, the writer is never satisfied with her work…and I’ve set resolutions for this coming year that might seem hefty to many, even impossible. They’re goals I’m probably going to take years to achieve–but only now am I embracing the challenge for real.

I want to be a cruel writer. Let me explain.

Sometimes you come across a book so bold and vivid that a mere glance at the first page fills you with excitement to start reading–but there’s something else. You hesitate, as if standing at the edge of a cliff. You almost take a step back.

You’re afraid to start reading that book, because once it’s finished you can’t recreate the first read. The magic of turning those pages for the first time? It won’t happen again, and it could be years before you find another book with that power!

The book is so powerful, you hold it in your hands and can almost feel its energy surging through your body. You’re in love with it and afraid of it, and you haven’t even finished the first chapter yet.

I don’t know if that’s pretentious, but I want to write books like that.

It means writing stories with plots that pack a punch. It means practicing until my voice can grip readers with a sentence. It means putting thought into small details to make the story unforgettable.

Perhaps it’s almost impossible, but I’m confident today. I want my books to be like that.

It’d be nice to know the power in my stories frightened readers before they even began, because they knew I would play with their emotions and perhaps break their hearts. Because to be an author, you must be cruel.

And I noticed that the authors I love are the cruelest ones I know, the ones who used words to make me an emotional wreck because they had that power. The ones who made me fall madly for a character, only to kill him. The ones who never wrote a happily ever after. The ones who made sure I wouldn’t forget them, who made an effort to create a beautiful and sad read.

I’ve decided I want to be ruthless in dealing with my characters and giving my readers an experience they’ll remember. It means breaking my own heart, too–it’s not a skill I’ll achieve without suffering.

But if the writer doesn’t cry, the reader doesn’t cry.

It will take me a long time to get there, but I’ll know by that point that my words have been chiseled to shine. To shatter. To be remembered.

Have you ever found a book that had this effect on you? Which book was it, and why did you feel this way–was it the writing, the story, or both?

Advertisements

8 thoughts on “My Latest, Cruel Goal

  1. Happy Birthday Mariella :)
    I completely understand what you mean in this post. There are so many books I’ve put off because I just know that author is going to completely tear me apart. A lot of the time, those turn out to be my favourites. I want to write like that too. I use Pinterest for inspiration a lot, and when I’m pinning things, I think about how much that scene will ruin my readers. It sounds borderline psychotic, but my favourite books always make me feel intensely, and I want my books to do the same.

  2. I think this is an excellent goal to have. :) I certainly aim for this, too. “If the writer doesn’t cry, the reader doesn’t cry.” We need to write stories that break us – because only then can they heal us. :)

  3. Happy Birthday to you. I agree with your post totally. The very first book I remember doing that to me was Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean Auel. She killed off one of her characters that had me sobbing my heart out. Yes thats the effect we should all want, therefore the reader remembers what an awesome read our book was.

  4. Good goal! Sometimes I think I’m too cruel. I need to be cruel with meaningful intent and not just for the sake of it. But I don’t think it’s pretentious to want to be one of those writers. We all believe in you.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s