I always try to be good person. I always fail. My books are living testaments to that.
The strange thing about being an artist is that your life seems like the perfect storyline to a major book plot. And so, though each book is fictionalized for the reader’s entertainment, the theme behind the story tends to be true.
Shh…Mine: I need to come into my womanhood. (Danielle is a feminist.)
Over: I’m going crazy! I can’t live like this anymore. I need to find myself! (Malcolm is trying to find Laura’s crazy ass.)
Forever: Life isn’t perfect. I must accept its imperfections. (Jasmine is trying resolve her past as she accepts her present life.)
War: No, life is too hard. I can’t do this. I need a BREAK! (Everyone in the whole damn book is fighting. Everyone in the book starts planning family vacations for spring BREAK.)
The Murderer’s Mistress: I hate everyone. I want everyone else to hate everyone. (Boise holds a perpetual grudge against humankind.)
What If You’re Over My Sh*t?: I’m ready to be happy again. And I mean REALLY happy. (Marc has hope—beyond measure—that his marriage can be saved. He fights like hell to save it.)
And so, as an artist, you throw your characters into crazy situations and then watch them work themselves out of it. Soon, after you write dialogue and scenes, writing becomes therapy for the writer. You listen to both sides of a story. You write both sides of a story. You make the reader understand both sides of a story. And, before long, YOU begin to see both sides of life’s story.
And then life doesn’t seem so bad.
In What If You’re Over My Sh*t? that’s what Rachel’s challenged to do. She, like the rest of us, must see both sides of her story, if she wants to be happy again. But as you know, some people are just never happy.