Let’s talk main characters: Meet Michaela. She’s not perfect.

In my upcoming YA novel, Perdition, the main character, Michaela Reilly, is dealing with the death of her step-father, an emotionally absent mother, and essentially raising her two younger siblings, Lucas and Chloe. On top of all of this, her family has just moved from Miami to a tiny speck of a town in the middle of nowhere, Georgia where she’ll be starting over completely new her senior year.

Needless to say, Michaela is not in the happiest of places. She makes mistakes and thinks she’s in the right. She doesn’t always think of others’ feelings. She’s angry, and tired, and grieving. And therein lies all of the worries I had when creating her character.

You see, there’s a problem with female characters in books, movies, and television shows. Many times, when they are complicated and dealing with complex emotions that don’t always lead them down the “right” path, it leaves that character with the dreaded “unlikable” label. Why female characters more so than male? That’s a subject for another day. For now, I’ll just focus on the word unlikable.

Were I personally to be called unlikable (which I’m sure, since I am not a constant delight, I have been at points in time), my thoughts would be somewhere in the vein of “Oooh, so someone doesn’t like me. Big deal?” I’m a real person, though. Some people just don’t mesh, and that’s okay. The problem with slapping the label on fictional characters however, I somehow find more troubling. Because when someone identifies with a character others deem unlikable, it can leave them with the feeling that they are unlikable as well.

There were many instances growing up where I would relate with a character in a book or onscreen because of the not so great things about her demeanor. Maybe she was a little selfish, or rude, or rushed headfirst into things without thinking her actions through. But hey! I was like that! I wasn’t the only one and that somehow made everything seem a little bit better.

And then others would chime in with their opinion.

Oh, so-and-so is such a brat. 

Yeah, her character was alright, but she’s kind of a bitch.

I really just didn’t like her at all. I mean, she was so selfish!

And then I thought maybe there was something wrong with me. I related to this character. The things that we had in common made me love her. Was everyone else seeing the same things in me that they saw in her? Were they saying those awful things behind my back?

It took me some time (longer than I’d like) to realize that all of those “unlikable” characteristics? They weren’t the be-all, end-all. It wasn’t the end of the world if my first instinct at someone’s over zealous enthusiasm was to roll my eyes. Jealousy, while sometimes problematic, didn’t make me into a horrible wretch of a person. And there were worse things that sometimes slipping into an, admittedly annoying, know-it-all frame of mind.

These are not terrible things. These things do not make you, or a character a bad person. These are things that make you a person. Human nature is not always pretty and, for some reason, we’ve been taught to pick it apart in fictional characters until we only find the bad bits. We don’t realize that we’re also picking apart each other and ourselves in the process. (This is, of course, not to say that some human nature is despicable. And some characters are not meant to be liked, but I think we all know these are not the ones I’m referring to here.)

What I’m getting at is that it’s okay to relate to, or *gasp* even like a character who isn’t perfect. And let’s not be so hard on the ones who are really just trying their damnedest. After all, that’s all anyone can do.

It also helps to keep in mind that unlikable and unrelatable are two very different things. I’m not trying to change anyone’s mind about certain characters that they despise, or make you feel like your opinion is wrong in any way. I just feel it makes us better readers (and writers) to look deeper into these opinions. Look more closely at the reasons we dislike certain aspects of a character’s personality.

Besides, perfect characters would make for pretty boring stories, right?

So, Michaela is coming your way soon in all of her fantastic and flawed glory. Be kind to her if you can. She’s doing her best.

xox,

Linds

Coming Soon!

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I’m so excited to announce that my second young adult novel, Perdition, will be releasing this March with Evernight Teen Publishing! Working with Evernight Teen on my first novel, What’s a Soulmate?, was a wonderful experience, and I’m looking forward to doing it again.

Perdition is a contemporary young adult romance novel that broke my heart several times over while writing. I can only hope that readers will enjoy it and fall in love with Michaela and Levi the same way that I did.

Stay tuned for more details!

xox,

Lindsey

On why I write YA.

As a writer of young adult fiction, I face an… interesting predicament when it comes to explaining my work to people. Conversations about my writing usually go a little something like this –

Random friend/acquaintance/family member/co-worker: So you write! What’s your book about?
Me: Well, it’s a young adult novel about—
Them: Oh.
(Insert my blank stare here)
Them: Do you have anything for adults?

This is the point where I usually tell them that young adult lit isn’t just for young adults. I’m a huge fan of it obviously, and I know plenty of “grown-ups” who read the genre almost exclusively. But the truth? I don’t write these books for adults to read. That’s not to say that I don’t encourage folks to give them and the genre as a whole a chance, but they are not the ones I have in mind when I’m creating and piecing together a story.

Books were a very important part of my life as a teenager, probably even more so than they are now. I’ve always been a bit of an introvert, and while I had friends, I wasn’t always good at being a part of a group. Like most teenagers, I felt awkward and didn’t always know how to express myself or even recognize what the things I went through and the emotions I felt really meant. When you’re just starting to get to know yourself, things like fear and anger can feel like the same thing. Sadness and guilt. Hatred and jealousy. Ignorance and bliss.

Without realizing it until I was much older, it was the books I read that helped me to understand the things I went through and the emotions that I felt better. Reading about the characters I loved going through their own stories helped me realize things like, hey, maybe I wasn’t really angry at my mom for constantly hounding me over the fact that I kept putting something important off. Maybe instead I was scared that what I was avoiding wouldn’t live up to my expectations – that maybe I wouldn’t live up to my expectations. It may sound insignificant, but when it comes to truly understanding yourself and your motivations, it’s really, really not.

So yeah, I don’t write my stories for adults. I write them for young adults to see themselves in the characters – the good and the bad. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to teach them anything, or force them to learn what they’re doing right or wrong. They’re far more perceptive than most adults you’ll meet and leaps and bounds more open-minded. I just want to help them connect, to help them see a bit of themselves in the characters and stories I create.

I know the books I read helped me figure myself out along the way. I only hope the ones I write do the same for someone else.

XoXo,

Linds