Fun K

Crap. My novel has a plot problem.

I will say that I am not having the same problems that I hear other one-month novelists have, in which they hate their characters or they think their books stinks. I think mine’s coming along.

However, my main character, who is based on me, is coming across as awfully serious. Which is weird because I think that I have a reputation, at least among those who like me, as “fun.” As in wild and crazy, goofy, hyperactive, outgoing (ha!) and animated. A fast-talker at least.

People think I’m kidding if I say I’m shy or introverted.

When I write about me, unfortunately, it’s my depressive tendencies that get the most ink (or keystrokes, if you will), especially when it’s in the third person.

So I ask you, my seven to ten readers, none of whom comment on this blog, what is it that I do that gives this impression? I’m looking for ways to show, not tell, that the character of me is “fun.”

Send an e-mail if you’re wary of public comment. (I say this as a face-saving device, cus for all you people know, I’ve already received a barrage of e-mails with fun stories, even though it still says “No Comment” below.)

Regarding my first effort at novelhood, I received a rejection letter from the first and only agent who requested my manuscript based on a query letter. It was an affirmation that sometimes it really isn’t me, it’s them.

She handwrote: “Great premise, but I’m closing my agency. Good luck to you.”