One of the unexpected perks of writing a 50k word, genre romance is the crafting of the antagonist.
You know, the bad guy. The moustache-twirling, deviously cackling, evil mastermind who is bent on destroying your babied love affair.
Ok, admittedly the antagonist is usually not so blatant or cliché in his/her overall nastiness. Usually, you’re dealing simply with one of the following…
-A coldhearted snake bent on revenge.
-A former lover battling the teensiest bit of an unhealthy obsession.
-A rival with a god complex.
While none of these are particularly enthralling or “new” by any stretch of the imagination, even the most mundane antagonist can prove a boatload of fun for the writer.
A short, genre romance allows the author to go a little off-the-charts with the bad guy. Let’s face it, the audience is there for the love story. Most readers understandably have eyes only for the burgeoning lovers. There’s a reason the bad guy rarely gets more than a sentence in the back cover blurb.
Hence, the writer is given a little leeway with the antagonist simply because the expectations are not there or at least not so well defined.
A little moustache twirling is allowed, if done creatively.
The cackling can indeed by devious if one is careful not to overwhelm the cooing from the lovers.
Even a mastermind can be truly evil-to-the-bone as long as he gets his comeuppance in the end.
So remember to enjoy your antagonist.
Relish in the fact that no matter how dastardly you make the bad guy by definition in this one case he will always, ALWAYS be overcome by the good.
A truly guilty pleasure, indeed.
Acclaimed author of 17 novels (my dogs and mother adore me), World traveler (I’ve felt the Sahara Desert between my toes… still gobsmacked over the stars in the Sahara) And survivor (of three dirty-fighting gremlins named Anxiety, Panic and OCD)… My name is Chloe Stowe. Hello. If you’ve found your way here, you’ve most likely arrived on the coattails of my blog, The Words and Madness of Chloe Stowe. Started in 2012, my daily rantings now number in the thousands. Ranging from humorous to moody, poignant to absurd, these tiny tidbits of thought began as a way to get my name “out there.” It has long since morphed into an effort just to “be there” for anybody out there struggling with words or madness, like me. Quick biographical sketch of me? Nerd turned nut at nineteen. In my sophomore year at Auburn University, I was taken out at the knees by severe panic attacks. Chronic anxiety soon joined the dogpile, followed shortly by OCD tendencies. Oh, it was ugly. I eventually had to quit school and soon quit life, as well. I spent a good chunk of my 20’s not able to leave my room. Twenty years later, it’s still can get ugly in my head. Thanks to meds and doctors, however, I am able to lead a better life, now. I still can’t work outside the house, but I can live and smile and write. So, here I am. Broken, but stubbornly present. I hope my voice proves company to someone lonely out there. Thanks for reading! Chloe Stowe