Most of us try to be nice and decent and polite, but we're human. You never know what's going to set us off.
I have the cutest cat. She's been Daddy's Baby since Day One, and slept on his chest for at least half of the first year she joined our family. She rolls over on her back every time you go near her, purring to be petted. She crawls under the covers and sleeps with you. She's kind and gentle. Even though she's four, she carries around her toys like they're her teddy bears.
And then just yesterday, after four years of being the sweetest, most submissive cat, she snapped.
Our baby has spent the last two days terrorizing Moo-Boy, who is three times bigger than her. She has chased him all over the house, making the loudest sounds we've ever heard her make. Even when they're sitting around and relaxing, Daddy's Baby is staring at him and growling under her breath.
The best guess we can make is that Moo-Boy (our cat that looks like a cow) slept in her spot. Or perhaps, as the veterinarian suggested, Moo-Boy did something that Daddy's Baby took the "wrong way."
Whatever, but to see her, you'd think Moo-Boy killed her first-born son.
(Here's where I pretend this is about writing. Oh! And about humans, too.)
I'm so touched when an author approaches characters with honesty, allowing them to be human and unlikable at times. I'm all for being positive and being nice, but the fact is, we all turn into raving lunatics at time, and often for the silliest of reasons.
What I wonder, is why reasonable, even-keeled people go nuts with rage? And I also wonder how an author makes a character real with human weaknesses, and still likable?
Sometimes I read authors allowing their characters un-PC or ugly habits, and their honesty truly touches me. I don't know why. Maybe it's just nice to know I'm not the only one in the world who is imperfect, LOL.