often have fictional crushes. I never really crush on actors…I crush on characters, how they inhabit the roles and what they bring out of themselves to fill out the character. I once sat and tried to see if this was a window into what I wanted in an ideal mate, and I had to say, probably not.
I loved Tom Pullings sweetness and confidence, William Mowett’s poetic warrior spirit. Boromir – and Richard Sharpe’s innate nobility and bravery. I will almost always have a crush on Athos, though I am not sure why – he is a problematic favorite in many ways, but perhaps it is that idea that you can heal someone and make their lives better and then live forever after in devoted bliss. Let me assure you, honestly, that I am quite certain that in real life that would be a path to shame and despair.
I like Daryl Dixon a lot…all competence and strength and such development over the years. The Darkling from the Grisha series, even though, of course, one would say he is even more problematic than Athos.
I like stories, and I like men with stories. I like kind men, wise men, competent men. Men with scars on their faces or on their hearts, yes, but not really tortured souls, though I fear that is crack in my fictional crush life. (Hello, Snape.)
Sometimes the crushes are fleeting, two hours, three, and I am done. Sometimes they inhabit my head, whisper me stories that I take apart and change and make my own.
In other worlds, I have been writing again, and am less — when I am stopped in my writing I feel grumpy and discontent — so that uncomfortable feeling has faded. Something Horrid that I was going to do to Tasmin at the end of the book (to lead to the next book) happened much earlier, and I am glad. Because it works, and because I don’t really like cliffhangers. I like to finish a story — what if I die and never write another book?
I am reading Amy Tan’s The Valley of Amazement. I am unsure how I feel about the book. I love Amy Tan’s work, but — nothing at all to do with her writing — I am frustrated by the story itself, because I am not sure if I like where it is going. I will give it every chance, which isn’t hard…It’s AMY TAN, and the writing is very involving…but I wonder if I will really be happy at the end. We shall see. Then I will have to make that decision I hate — should I keep a book on my shelves because I own a ton others by the author? Or should I get rid of it? There’s a weird bit of me that likes being complete, at least when it comes to books.