Jennifer L Hart for Writers Gone Wild
By now you probably have realized that nothing is sacred with me. or at least, nothing is secret. Accomplishments and failures alike, I blurt them all out, announce them on facebook and twitter, sometimes in the middle of a crowded supermarket. I practically accosted the lady at Fed Ex blurting out, "Do you know what's on this flash drive? It's my book that I'm sending to my publisher." You think I'm kidding? I really am that manically obnoxious. Why the hell not, you only live once. Better to burn out than to fade away.
So yes, I make scenes in real life. It's part of the reason I was voted most dramatic in high school, even though I was never in a play. I prefer to make my books and in real life scenarios reap smiles or complete bursts of uncontrollable laughter. I will do almost anything for a laugh. I'm actually so programmed to this I often get laughter when I'm not gunning for it. I'm a goof, and a snarky human being, as long as everyone's happy, it's all good.
But we can't always be in good spirits, can we? I don't deal with other emotions well at all. Most eventually get churned out as anger. I don't do sappy or sentimental well either. In writing or in real life. Want someone to help celebrate some good news? I'll be there with bells on. Need a shoulder to cry on? Later alligator. It's not that I don't care (If I don't I'll be sure to let you know ;-) more that I don't know how to show I care without looking like a great big tool, so I freeze.
To put it bluntly, I'm emotionally bound-up.
In books, this can lead to seemingly cold heart-ed characters that over think and act like robots. Even the ones who aren't robots.
So what's the laxative for this? How do I add more fiber to my emotional make up?
Immersion therapy. Watching An Affair to Remember, or Steel Magnolias always gets the old tear ducts producing. Me listening to Kieth Urban's Memories of Us is a twelve Kleenex event. Reading Where the Red Fern Grows, or any other book where the dog dies equals fricking waterworks. You can kill all the people you like and I won't flinch(Yes, Sparky, I'm looking at you,) but when a dog dies, I'm a goner.
So here's what I want to know. What books/ movies / songs do you recommend to produce those much needed tears to keep everyone around me thinking I really am human?