Cary Attwell's Blog, page 3
October 28, 2012
TOG: Origins
I've always felt bad for The Other Guy in romantic comedies. I'm not talking about your asshole Glenn Guglia types, who totally deserve a nice clout round the ear (or an airline beverage cart shoved into their elbow), but the ones who are perfectly reasonable, genial fellows with a single, defining flaw ("flaw") that automatically disqualifies them from being The One. See: Bill Pullman -- allergies; Greg Kinnear -- obsessed with typewriters; Kevin McKidd -- inability to share cake; Patrick Dempsey -- not from a Confederate state.
(I have watched a lot of romcoms in my life. I apologize for nothing.)
It was while watching said Dempsey wear the shoe on the other foot and McKidd hoard chocolate cake that it really struck me, though -- poor other guy. We're supposed to be stoked about Girl and Boy getting together at last but, man, what a bummer for the guy left behind. He hasn't done anything wrong, he loves the girl just as much and is even respectful enough to let her go with best wishes on his lips, but how in the world does he go on? Who helps him pick up the pieces?
I suppose, because he's such a decent human being, we can relax knowing that he'll someday find happiness too, but that doesn't make his heartbreak any less real. And just because the camera cuts away forever from him to the leads being deliriously happy with each other doesn't mean that's the end of his side of the story.
So I decided to write the rest of it, and that's how The Other Guy was born. :)
(I have watched a lot of romcoms in my life. I apologize for nothing.)
It was while watching said Dempsey wear the shoe on the other foot and McKidd hoard chocolate cake that it really struck me, though -- poor other guy. We're supposed to be stoked about Girl and Boy getting together at last but, man, what a bummer for the guy left behind. He hasn't done anything wrong, he loves the girl just as much and is even respectful enough to let her go with best wishes on his lips, but how in the world does he go on? Who helps him pick up the pieces?
I suppose, because he's such a decent human being, we can relax knowing that he'll someday find happiness too, but that doesn't make his heartbreak any less real. And just because the camera cuts away forever from him to the leads being deliriously happy with each other doesn't mean that's the end of his side of the story.
So I decided to write the rest of it, and that's how The Other Guy was born. :)
October 27, 2012
Huzzah!
Today, I woke up to a) dreary skies (booo) and b) a notification that somebody purchased a copy of my book (!!!).
I've successfully sold my first copy! Bless you, Internet Person! :D
I've successfully sold my first copy! Bless you, Internet Person! :D
October 26, 2012
It's the welcome sticky!
Why, hello there!
If you're on my LJ, that probably means you've read my novel The Other Guy or at least have heard of it, and I hope you a) have thoroughly enjoyed it, or b) are about to thoroughly enjoy it. (There is no alternative to thorough enjoyment; I'm sorry.)
Emory James is, by his own admission, not the type of person the adjective exciting would ever deign to touch with a ten-foot pole. Cautious, reserved and staid, however, all crowd around him like best friends. Still, he gets by -- or at least he gets by up until his fiancée dumps him at the altar. Out of spite, he takes a solo honeymoon to Thailand, where he can pretend to be someone better than himself for a little while. In meeting Nate, a fellow traveler, Emory slowly discovers how to stop pretending.
I'm not really sure what I'm going to be doing with this journal yet, but it's here, and you're here, and that makes me happy. :) Feel free to hang around, say hi, ask questions, etc., and I'll do my best to be outrageously interesting.
If you're on my LJ, that probably means you've read my novel The Other Guy or at least have heard of it, and I hope you a) have thoroughly enjoyed it, or b) are about to thoroughly enjoy it. (There is no alternative to thorough enjoyment; I'm sorry.)
Emory James is, by his own admission, not the type of person the adjective exciting would ever deign to touch with a ten-foot pole. Cautious, reserved and staid, however, all crowd around him like best friends. Still, he gets by -- or at least he gets by up until his fiancée dumps him at the altar. Out of spite, he takes a solo honeymoon to Thailand, where he can pretend to be someone better than himself for a little while. In meeting Nate, a fellow traveler, Emory slowly discovers how to stop pretending.
I'm not really sure what I'm going to be doing with this journal yet, but it's here, and you're here, and that makes me happy. :) Feel free to hang around, say hi, ask questions, etc., and I'll do my best to be outrageously interesting.
