I read a novel over the weekend. I should have been working on my own story, but instead I read someone else’s. Ahhh…contented sigh. It was good to remember that I can read for pleasure, not just to critique or research or learn craft…I can just–READ!
The novel I spent my weekend with was Soul by Tobsha Learner. Ms. Learner had an intriguing plot and a unique set of characters to live out her premise. The book was beautifully crafted and twisted in just the right places to keep me from determining the outcome too far in advance. My only complaint is that she controlled the emotion a bit too tightly. She had wonderfully evocative scenes, but refused to give her characters free rein to tug at my heart-strings. The author failed to allow her characters to live up to their emotional potential and in doing so denied me the opportunity to completely merge with either POV heroine. Sigh.
Still, it was a beautifully constructed novel that I enjoyed intellectually. Too bad I didn’t connect emotionally.
A lesson to remember in my own writing. (See? Even when I’m reading for pleasure, I pick up craft tips. The perils of being a writer…) Where am I pulling my punches? Am I refusing to allow my characters to truly sing for fear of releasing something I might not be able to recapture?
Writing isn’t for the faint of heart…