It begins with a nobody. Thats what them people like, don't they??
You cannot have a somebody to begin with. They don't like that.
Not at all.
You will not get a hit out of that, kiddo. So yeah, a nobody. Things do NOT go right in the beginning. Blame it on the sadistic tastes of the masses. But things have to be real pathetic in the beginning. Nothing should work out. Downhill, downhill , downhill.. and then a little bit more.
And then suddenly there ought to be a glimmer of hope. You get an illusion that Monsieur nobody's life will change for the better. Maybe three good things. Maybe four. Just enough to get your nobody to start feeling he just might be somebody. Just enough to start believing that optimism might actually be a rational school of thought. Just enough to make the reader start believing the world is inherently good.
Life,though dull, seems worth living then. Aaah, you say to yourself-- that was a good story. I like that sort of stuff. But they will not buy a million copies of that. Ten thousand perhaps. But not more.
So you squeeze in the ex-nobody-nouveau-somebody's fall from grace. Isolation, humiliation, self destruction, breakdowns, depression and other such exciting things. A bit of insomnia too.. This is where you really let yourself go. The worse , the better.
And there you have it..
A bestseller. You will get famous. You might get rich if you looked at the contract properly before signing it.
And the protagonist will realise that he was, after all, a nobody.
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You cannot have a somebody to begin with. They don't like that.
Not at all.
You will not get a hit out of that, kiddo. So yeah, a nobody. Things do NOT go right in the beginning. Blame it on the sadistic tastes of the masses. But things have to be real pathetic in the beginning. Nothing should work out. Downhill, downhill , downhill.. and then a little bit more.
And then suddenly there ought to be a glimmer of hope. You get an illusion that Monsieur nobody's life will change for the better. Maybe three good things. Maybe four. Just enough to get your nobody to start feeling he just might be somebody. Just enough to start believing that optimism might actually be a rational school of thought. Just enough to make the reader start believing the world is inherently good.
Life,though dull, seems worth living then. Aaah, you say to yourself-- that was a good story. I like that sort of stuff. But they will not buy a million copies of that. Ten thousand perhaps. But not more.
So you squeeze in the ex-nobody-nouveau-somebody's fall from grace. Isolation, humiliation, self destruction, breakdowns, depression and other such exciting things. A bit of insomnia too.. This is where you really let yourself go. The worse , the better.
And there you have it..
A bestseller. You will get famous. You might get rich if you looked at the contract properly before signing it.
And the protagonist will realise that he was, after all, a nobody.
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