Next in my little series about authors who love their characters is Rachel Leigh Smith.
Why I Love A’yen Mesu
Thanks for opening up your blog day,
Greta! It’s a lot of fun reading about why authors love certain
characters.
I’m here to tell the Spacefreighters
readers why I love my character A’yen Mesu, the star of the first
three A’yen’s Legacy books. It’s both easy and difficult to do.
I’ve been stringing words together on paper to tell stories since I
was ten. After I finished high school, hardly a day went by without
me putting words on paper. Literal paper, not virtual paper. This was
back in my pre-laptop dark ages.
I’m also a domestic abuse survivor,
in a marriage gone wrong. We were married for a little over three
years, but only spent eleven months living together. I had to leave
because I feared for my life. I was in the process of writing my
first actual novel, and my words dried up.
From April 2010 to March 2011, I
probably wrote 2,000 words altogether, most of them in a letter to my
ex in-laws that I never mailed. While staying with grandmother after
she had surgery, and basking in the peace and tranquility of her
spirit, my words came back. By the end of 2011 I had a finished novel
and two agent requests for the full manuscript. They loved my voice,
but the subject matter was an almost impossible sell in that market.
Then, on the night of May 16, 2012,
what should’ve been my third wedding anniversary instead of looking
forward to the divorce being final, I dreamed about an alien walking
through the woods saying the words Loks Mé
over and over and over.
When I woke up the next morning, he
told me his name was A’yen and he had a story to tell me. I made
some basic plot notes while eating breakfast, opened a file that
afternoon, named it My Name Is A’yen, and off I went. 86 days later
I had a 95,000 word first draft.
It was the best summer of my life.
A’yen was everything in a character I’d always wanted to write.
He’s known intense heartache, lost his entire life, and had to
reinvent himself against his will. It’s not a coincidence I was
doing the same things that year.
A’yen finished his journey back to
wholeness before I did. Then he held my hand as I finished mine.
Writing the first three A’yen’s Legacy novels helped me work
through what had happened to me and find new dreams to replace the
ones that shattered.
A’yen is a smart-ass, a bit of an
introvert, loves a good practical joke, refuses to be pigeonholed,
and loves with every fiber of his being. He’ll sacrifice anything
for those he loves, including his life. There’s a lot of me in him,
and a lot of my dad (who flew 1400 miles while sleep-deprived and
exhausted, to rescue his little girl).
He’ll always be near and dear to my
heart. Without him, I wouldn’t be where I am. And I don’t think
I’d be a whole person again. He taught me how to dream again.
The excerpt I’ve chosen to share with
you is one of my favorite moments in the novel, and shows who he
truly is at his core. He’s finally decided to trust Fae, and is
slowly sharing his past with her.
He reached up, grasped her
hand, pulled her around so he could see her face. “Life as a Loks
Mé is a delicate balancing act. Things you take for granted aren’t
that simple for me.”
Fae sat on the edge of the
desk by his feet, resumed trailing her fingers on his legs this time.
“Such as?”
“Looking at you without
permission, for one. I’ve been lucky enough to be surrounded by
people who see me as more than a slave, which means I forget how
dangerous it is for me to look at them and start conversations. I
almost got myself arrested for assault on an Athen space station once
because I smacked Pete’s head and told him to shut his big fat
mouth before I stuffed his shoe down his throat.”
Fae’s eyes widened, and
she glanced at Pete. “What did you tell him?”
“I was teasing him about
being loud enough with Wayan that I could hear them when I walked
into the bay.”
Pink tinted her cheeks, she
stared at her shoes, and her fingers stopped their gentle massage.
A’yen lifted her chin with his finger, to see her eyes. “We
weren’t that loud. Pete is very good at tall tales.” He ran the
tip of his thumb along the bottom of her lip. “The point is, the
way I talk to
people above me terrifies my mother. It’s a miracle my mouth hasn’t
gotten me killed.”
Pete giggle-snorted. “It
almost did that one time. Remember? I went down with you and Wayan to
a festival on Centron.”
A’yen grinned at the
memory. “Oh yeah. I told the governor’s wife if she didn’t get
her hands off my ass and out of my pants I was going to break her
fingers.”
Fae covered her mouth in a
failed attempt to stifle a laugh. “I bet you did.”
“In my defense, I had no
idea who she was, but her bodyguard had me on the ground in two
seconds and almost broke my fingers. Then I had to apologize to her
and the governor before they’d let me leave. If the governor hadn’t
found it so funny, I’d be dead.”
Pete’s head wagged back
and forth. “What I found funniest was how, not ten minutes later,
Wayan was doing the exact same thing and you didn’t bat an eye.”
“He could put his hands
wherever he damn well pleased.”
Fae stood from the desk,
pressed a kiss to his cheek. “A’yen, you do have a fine ass.”
He caught her fingers, brought them to his lips. “Thank
you.”
Rachel Leigh Smith writes romance for the hero lover. She lives in central Louisiana with her family and a half-crazed calico. When not writing, which isn't often, she's hanging with her family, doing counted cross-stitch, or yakking about life, the universe, and everything with her besties. There may also be Netflix binging...
Website: www.rachelleighsmith.com
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Thank you for sharing. I feel lucky. While my ex-husband did try to kill me 3 times, he never physically abused me. He was just amoral and wanted my life insurance policy. I changed the beneficiary to my sister and got a divorce. But It did require me to change job and state, and live incognito. The person I am today would never get involved with such a person. The person I am today, I'm proud of. And maybe I needed to survive the short marriage in order to realize that I mattered, and to focus on what I wished to become. And for the record. I love A'yen too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Liza. I left right as he was crossing the line into physical. He tried to kill my cat, and that was the last straw.
DeleteHe's on the other end of the country from me, and not an American citizen either. I take great satisfaction in the fact he has a federal police report attached to his immigration and employment records.
Thanks for sharing your story, Rachel. I'm glad you're in a better place - and that A'yen helped you get there.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you both were able to overcome abuse and covert the pain into creative energy in your fiction.
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