The story I’m writing right now is about very self-aware characters. The problem with being self-aware is that we tend lose a certain modesty to learning about ourselves. You begin to believe that you know everything about yourself so there is nothing anyone else can tell you. Until they do. It’s like pulling the rug from under someone who weighs 1000lbs. They never expect it, they hardly believe it, and when they finally accept that it really happened they have no clue what to do next.
I think that makes for an interesting journey. Given their personal lives and their entanglements this should prove to be revealing, although, if not, at the least entertaining.
I’ve never aspired to write anything that could just be considered entertaining.