I like good angst in my books. Most people in my life don't understand why. The BFF gets it but she and I really have the same brain so it's not surprising. I can't explain it. When something hits me right in the gut, when there's torment and misery, when there is so much emotion it's overwhelming...ahhh. that is what I love.
Let me be clear. It's not Schadenfreude. I don't get joy from other people's suffering and I don't like suffering just for suffering's sake. No, that is badness and I veto.
But good angst? Angst where there is a purpose and where, in the end, everyone grows and learns and overcomes? That's good angst. That's the fullfilling angst. So maybe it's not the angst that I like but rather the overcoming it? Perhaps. But really, I love actually feeling what the characters do when I read.
Of couse, the problem is that even though I love angst and I love to read it, I seem to be horrible at writing it. And yet, I try anyway.
Ben's in the middle of reliving some big angst right now. I'm trying to make it feel real.
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