Being a Bad Mofo

I think we all want to save the day.

One of the things I’ve been playing with is an antihero.  Not because I want a weak hero who accidentally saves the day, or a villain who’s altruistic at heart.  More because I think there’s a hero in all of us who can step up if given the right opportunity.  An antihero doesn’t have to be weak or evil – they just have to be like you and me.  Flawed, uncertain, but a child of the universe nonetheless.

Today, my hero had his moment – and he’s stepped up.  It’s happened in a way I didn’t plan (because these characters seem to have a life of their own), and it was a little more fun that way.

The trick is to avoid the stereotypes of the past and try for something a little more original.  That’s hard, but there’s no saloon doors in this piece.  Not quite, anyway – but there is a grand entrance!

It’s very exciting.

Regardless of entrance, I’m trying to get to a point where the reader goes, “Oh, hell yeah!” as the hero saves the day.  It’s fun writing these scenarios – a little action, a little dialogue, a point where all hope seems lost, then – well.  You get the idea.

Word goal: 2,500.  Word achievement: 3,000.

What’s that give us for this week?

• Monday: 3,400.
• Tuesday: 3,200.
• Wednesday: 3,700.
• Thursday: 3,300 – brought to you buy Raggedy Andy.
• Friday: 3,000.

Another 16,000 word week (16,600 if we’re being picky).  Time for a celebratory beverage.  See you all next week.