The awkward moment when a bright pink pony from a childrens' show sums up this post before I've even started writing it. Curse you, fluffy-maned bouncing critter.
Although I may present myself as a bubbling ball of cackling megalomania, I will be the first person to stand up on a box and cry out that making people happy is one of my favourite things in the world. You'd be surprised how many times a week I will have people coming into my room, sitting on my bed and saying "Charley, I need a laugh." I don't quite know how I did it, but I seem to have become the aspirin of my house for moments when they need someone to turn on the proverbial light, and administer some not-so-proverbial hugs and laughs.
It's the same with my writing.
Although I do terrible things to characters, and splatter blood, death, war and lumpy custard far and wide, I do it for a reason. It's not the money, it's not the desire for fame, or even the fact that it would be a job where I could spend all day in my pyjamas and no one could tell me otherwise. While all these things have their attractions (the last one especially, must confess) my overall motive is very very different.
And no, it's not a desire for World Domination. Shock horror.
I write because I like making people happy.
Nothing in the world brings a bigger smile to my face than someone saying "Wow, I'm really enjoying this story!" or "Aww, I really like this poor character, why did you dye her hair green, she didn't deserve that!" or "Oh my gosh, I did NOT expect that platypus to come flying out of those bushes - great plot twist!"
Characters, you do not suffer for my own sadistic enjoyment . . . entirely. No, you suffer because I want to make a good story. And I want to make a good story because people enjoy them. And when people enjoy stories, I am happier than a field full of frolicking unicorns eating ice-cream with sugary chocolate spoons (and far less likely to develop diabetes).
I'm a sensitive soul, and for me, writing is one of the ways where I feel I can make a difference to the world. I hate seeing people sad or angry more than anything, but, seeing as I lack the powers that enable me to fix everything spontaneously, and that my plans for the ultimate takeover of the planet kept being waylaid by money shortages, mistranslation of my instructions to my minions, and spontaneous invasions of purple platypi, I've decided to start smaller.
Not just in my writerly works-in-progress. Things like this blog, for example. Everything I put here, I put here with the intention of making someone's day just a little bit better, though perhaps not in the conventional fashion. Heck, even my Facebook statuses were remarked upon by my companions as being very entertaining.
That reminds me, I ought to tell you all the story of the pillow saga one day . . . but I digress.
Though I may sometimes break your heart, bend your brain and make you want to murder me with a spork, know I do it all to bring some enjoyment to you all.
'Cause I love to make you smile, smile, smile, yes I do.
Anyone for a singalong?