Rafe is arguing with me. If I sound astonished, it’s because I am. Rafe doesn’t argue, hardly ever. There just isn’t that much worth the effort of arguing about, in his eyes. Not to mention it makes people unhappy, and Rafe wants everyone, especially him, happy.
Apparently, misrepresentation IS worth arguing about. I knew I was going to have trouble writing from his POV. But I figured I’d roll on, and fix it later, as usual. But Rafe won’t let me. If I want to write from his POV, he thinks I should know which massage oil he’d use when Taro’s a bit beat up. Okay, that’s an easy search on the internet, that’s fine. But what it smells like? Can anyone tell me what arnica and Saint John’s massage oil smells like?
I’ve thought of switching to Taro’s POV, but that won’t work. This book is about Rafe learning to have confidence in himself, and it can’t come from Taro’s POV. He’s so full of confidence, (read, “cocky as hell”) he doesn’t have a clue what’s going on with Rafe.
Sigh. Like anything worth doing, this is going to be a challenge. Good thing Rafe’s so much fun to be around, or I’d be tempted give up.
(argh, it’s doing it again! Publish, damn it!) (3-8-05, again–publish, damn it!)