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The Unused Epigraphs (Part 2)

To read Part 1, all you have to do is click to the previous post!

The unused epigraph for this post is:

“We are never more creative than when we are at odds with the world and there is nothing so artistically destructive as comfort.” – Excerpt from Nerd Do Well, Simon Pegg’s autobiography

I wanted to find something from Simon Pegg because Hot Fuzz is one of my favorite movies of all time. More importantly, Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright’s “Cornetto Trilogy” influenced me quite a bit when it came to writing Falling for the Protagonist. They come at satire from a place of love. Hot Fuzz especially is so clearly an homage to buddy cop films, not just a satire of them. Satire can come from a place of disdain, too. It can be made for cheap laughs. The Scary Movie franchise is a good example here. Is it satire? Yes. Does it come from a place of love? Not in my opinion. These movies seem to be more intent on disparaging and poking fun at horror tropes. Same goes for Not Another Teen Movie and others of its ilk.

I love romance novels. I also find many romance cliches and tropes to be hilarious or overdone. I wanted to express my love and poke (gentle, well-meaning) fun at the same time. Just like my heroes Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright.

As for the quote above, I simply agree with it. Wholeheartedly. For many creatives, the medium (or media) we choose to work through becomes our therapy, our chance to express our strongest and deepest emotions. When I am at odds with the world, I write. Sometimes I create amateur art, too. The utter destruction of America as a country, for example, led me to write blog posts and create art based on a quote from Frankenstein.

A digital painting featuring a tattered rendition of the US flag with glowing, broken text over it stating “I had never beheld anything so utterly destroyed."

I had a teacher once who said that a book was a conversation between the author and a reader. Naturally, being all of fourteen or however old I was, I thought I knew better than this teacher. What an idiot! How can I have a conversation with the author? The book is their words. I never get to give my words back to them. Plus, Jane Austen is dead! I can’t give her my thoughts on feminism or whatever.

Anyway, cut forward a decade or so, and I finally came to understand what this teacher meant. Any time you read a work, whether it’s a memoir or a fictional story, the author is presenting their thoughts and experiences to you, and you, in turn, bring your own thoughts and experieinces back to the text. In this way, you can converse with the author. Just because they can’t hear your side of things doesn’t mean your side is nonexistent. The same is true for looking at a sculpture or painting. Watching a movie. One or more artists is presenting a piece of themselves to you, and you, in turn, offer something of yourself back. This is how artistic interpretation works in a nutshell.

Incidentally, this is why AI “art” is such a travesty; you cannot converse with someone who created art for no reason, who doesn’t know the “Why” behind their own creation. To bring it back to the Simon Pegg quote, comfort is “artistically destructive.” If we don’t feel anything, the urge to create is absent, or worse, perfunctory. Because it cannot feel, AI art is, therefore, empty and meaningless. Real art is of and for emotion, which is why it is (and must be) inherently and exclusively human-made.

What was I feeling when I sat down to write Falling for the Protagonist? Helpless, maybe. Scared. COVID-19 had changed the world forever. Politics in the U.S. were as precarious as ever. I had no idea how I was going to become financially independent. I didn’t know how to protect my sons from anti-Autism rhetoric. And I was buried in romance novels, noticing all these tropes and laughing over some of the patterns I’d noticed. I poured my discomfort and uncertainty into Falling for the Protagonist. I used that book to examine gendered dynamics and the entitlement that some people feel to other’s time and attention. As noted in the previous post, I explored reality through fiction. (For more of this, please feel free to check out a feature I wrote for Culturefly.)

Have I made a point? Who can say? There will be one more post about my “unused epigraphs” and then we will move on! If you are reading this in the UK, it is likely that Falling for the Protagonist is already available in a bookstore near you! If you’re in the US, the release date is September 22nd! Preorder now!

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Did they have couches??

When I was in high school, I for some reason had the bright idea to write a Steampunk-ish novel called The Silk Top Hat Society. It was going to be an action/adventure with a touch of magic and mystery in which a group of old-timey people come across several magical silk top hats, each of which would give the wearer a specific otherworldly ability. I believe there was super speed, invisibility, super strength… maybe teleportation or something.

I decided to write this novel… despite not knowing a single damn thing about history other than like… George Washington did exist at one point, but he’s definitely dead now. To give people an idea, I often say, “I’m so bad at history that I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast this morning.” My “research” for this novel was various movies and TV shows I’d seen (historical accuracy unconfirmed, but definitely unlikely) as well as my best friend, Liz. This led to one of the more memorable exchanges I had with her using the relic known as AOL Instant Messenger or AIM during which I type-shouted at her, “Did they wear hats??”

I was thinking about how old-timey people often wore hats as a rule—not just the magical ones they encountered of a summer day, but like… regulation hats and bonnets that people are always wearing in things like The Crucible and Pride & Prejudice. But when did the practice of wearing hats start? When did it end? Did they wear them indoors and outdoors? Was it a hard-and-fast rule, or up to the preference of the individual? Those questions didn’t even take into account that the answers would definitely vary by country, and probably several other factors. I knew none of the answers to these questions, but I’d decided it was a good idea for me to write a novel that was set in a time period that occurred previous to “present day.”

Cut to… well… present day.

I find myself in the privileged position of not knowing what, if anything, I can share about my upcoming works. This has never happened before. I used to vomit my ideas onto this blog with abandon, sharing sample pages and intimate details of my writing process. Now that I AM GOING TO BE PUBLISHED, I’m pretty sure I can’t do that anymore. So I’m going to be really, really vague.

I like satire. The book that IS GOING TO BE PUBLISHED is satire. So was one of the other ideas I pitched to my editor. I had one more idea for a satirical novel beyond the aforementioned two, but I knew I could never write it because it was historical in nature. That, and I was concerned people would think I was cribbing from Nimona and Shrek. I wasn’t. The similarities occurred to me only after I came up with my book idea, but who wants to deal with the headache of smugly and self-righteously saying, “There’s no such thing as an original idea anymore” over and over again? Not me!

Anyway, since I thought it was a good idea, but a touch derivative and also WAY out of my wheelhouse to write (“Did they wear hats?” haunts me to this day), I made myself accept that it was only ever going to exist as a concept in my head.

For reasons I’m pretty sure I cannot get into, things changed, and I am now writing pieces of that book. Just pieces.

And it happened again! I was writing a scene that takes place in a sitting room, and was absolutely stymied by what words to use to describe what the characters were sitting on. Which means, you guessed it, I now have to scream into Google: Did they have couches?? (I suppose I could ask Liz again, but she is very busy opening a book shop and also it just wouldn’t be the same without AIM. RIP AIM.)

NOTE TO MY SISTER: I will absolutely be bothering you about this at some point. You’re just working full time and running after a freshly-walking baby. You’re probably not busy.

When was the couch invented? The sofa? The divan? What did people sit on to eat? To relax? To pray? What were the things they sat on made out of? Did rich people have more cushions than poor people? Did they have some sort of old-timey word for couches and chairs that no one uses anymore?

What the fuck is a settee??

Needless to say, I am not well-equipped to write historical fiction or any form of fantasy novel (fantasy novels always seem to have their roots in historical time periods from the real world). This will likely be my one and only foray into the genre, and I hope I don’t flub it too badly. I also hope that if I do flub it, you will find it in your heart to forgive me.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go Google the history of couches.

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Book Announcement (OMG OMG OMG!!)

It’s finally here. The day I can tell you all about my debut novel. (Actually, the day came and went several weeks ago, but I haven’t had time to sit down and blog for a hot minute. Also, no one reads this blog, so it’s fine that I’m “late” with my announcement.)

Falling for the Protagonist by Bex Goos is coming to stores near you in May 2026! If you are in the UK, you can preorder it right now from Waterstones!

Behold! Cover Art!

Obviously, I will write again when the book is available for presale and/or preorder in the US, and I will post more as it gets closer to publication.

Since this blog is also my writing journey journal, I will soon be posting about my next novel… if I can. I don’t actually know what the protocol is for blogging about an upcoming book that hasn’t been announced yet. Maybe I’ll just be really vague? The point is, I will post again!

Love,
Bex

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