Gosh, I love my bad guys. I always walk a fine of making my antag a protag. Reading over my work is like watching a slasher try to explain himself. I see the problem here, but feel at a loss to change it. In my defense, I honestly do want the good guy to win. But my bad guys hold more weight emotionally, logically, and articulately. I need to go back to watching people. I need to recognize and write the superhero in the everyday man. …The mom who lifts the minivan to unbuckle her child from the car seat…the dad who fights cancer to make sure his daughter doesn’t end up with a loser.
I think it’s a sign of the times that I beef my antagonists. It’s so much easier to be the bad guy, and more profitable. What kind of world do we live in where a run of the mill, articulate but standoffish white chick writes her antagonists more enjoyable than her beloved protagonist?? A world on the edge.