Don’t get too excited. This post is about why I, as a writer, am a sadomasochist.
When I was thinking about this topic, I first thought I’d write about how authors are sadists. To have a good story, you have to have conflict. You have to take your characters and put them through absolute hell. We do this because happy characters are boring characters and boring characters make for boring books (and bored readers).
If I’d let my vampire brothers have what they wanted, well, there wouldn’t be much of a story. So, I went to work, twisting the knife in deeper, taking away those they loved, replacing them with hardships and enemies that only made it worse. Suffering while in the arms of a lover is bearable but when you’re alone…
For example, Thierry already had it tough. A brutal father, a jealous twin brother, and a job in a slaughterhouse that he hates. But he could stand it because he had Etienne and their love. You can probably guess what happens next.
And so it goes. Page after page, heaping more and more onto these characters until they finally reach their reward (if they’re lucky enough to be in a genre that encourages happy endings).
“Sure,” you might think, “what else are you going to do as a writer? We get that you’re sick and want to see them suffer. Duh! Why do you think I bought the book?”
But this only covers part of the story. That’s the sadism part. What about the masochism?
You see, these characters aren’t just some separate entities. They’re part of me. So every time I cause them pain, I’m doing it to myself. And here’s the scary part: I like it.
The more pain I cause them and the more pain I cause myself, the more I’m happier about it. Because if I’m sad about it, there’s a good chance my readers will ache too. And that makes me glad. That brings me pleasure. The more I hurt myself, the more I hurt you, the happier I am…and hopefully, by extension, the happier you are with the story.
My soon-to-be-husband (I hate the word fiancé), while reading my book, complained that I was being mean to Thierry and Etienne and that they didn’t have to suffer so much. He seemed genuinely distressed by it (and also a little worried about my mental state).
Although I felt a twinge that I’d upset him, I couldn’t help but feel pleased that I had. It seems like sadomasochism suits me well.
From there, it’s just a short step to handcuffs and hot wax.
ABOUT BECKONING BLOOD
A gripping, blood‐drenched saga about twin brothers, the men they love, and the enduring truth that true love never dies – no matter how many times you kill it.
Thierry d’Arjou has but one escape from the daily misery of his work at a medieval abattoir – Etienne de Balthas. But keeping their love a secret triggers a bloody chain of events that condemns Thierry to a monstrous immortality. Thierry quickly learns that to survive his timeless exile, he must hide his sensitive heart from the man who both eases and ensures his loneliness...his twin brother.
Shaped by the fists of a brutal father, Olivier d’Arjou cares for only two things: his own pleasure and his twin. But their sadistic path through centuries is littered with old rivals and new foes, and Olivier must fight for what is rightfully his – Thierry, made immortal just for him.
Escape Publishing: http://www.escapepublishing.com.au/product/9780857991553
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Daniel de Lorne
Daniel de Lorne writes mostly about the loves and trials of hot and sexy paranormal men – and creatures. He grew up in Perth, Western Australia, and developed a fascination for the mythical and magical early on. Daniel wrote stories from a young age but it was high school biology class he remembers fondly as providing an excellent cover for writing stories that were filled with teen angst and fantastical creatures. He now lives in Canada with his partner. It was while in this great northern frontier that Escape Publishing accepted his first book, Beckoning Blood, for publication.
For a free read, introducing you to the “heroes” of Daniel’s book, head to his website at www.danieldelorne.com/the-boys.