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  • Let’s talk about my fictional character Aaron and why I hate the name Aaron

    Let’s talk about my fictional character Aaron and why I hate the name Aaron

    Graphic of fire and ash on an orange background. The flame sare in the center of the image and are yellow, the ash is black and speckled across the orange background.

    In the third story of my Mercedes Masterson Detective Stories series, Jonah of Olympic, there is a character named Aaron. He’s not a large role, but an important one. He helps move the plot along. And sometimes smaller roles are good for that, I find. It sort of makes them unsuspecting or as if they just can’t help but center themselves in a story that’s not about them. We’ve all met one of those folks.

    But the character is fascinating to me for a number of reasons, one reason in particular is extra interesting to me personally, and it’s something I hadn’t talked about yet and I’m not sure if readers have picked up on it — though I’m not sure how some could have. But to this end, let’s talk about Aaron…

    Aaron, the character

    In Jonah of Olympic there is a church called Holy Ghost Fire Temple, and Aaron is a young man who is a member of this church. The church leadership hierarchy has an evangelist at the top, and then his right-hand men, the apostles, right below him. Aaron manages a motel in the small town and is zealous and eager for the preacher’s affections. He wants to be an apostle and be counted among the most faithful.

    Several readers have confided in me that he is the type of character they’ve known before, especially those of us who used to be or maybe still are in a Christian church. There’s always those young men that are way too zealous and desperately trying to rise through the ranks and always looking for affirmation from church leaders who they adore with way too much adoration. This is who Aaron is.

    I try to avoid saying who a character is in terms of good or bad, or what have you, when it’s a character I wrote, because readers may differ on that and it’s fine. What I will say, is I don’t necessarily view him or people like him as bad people, but they can be dangerous if things don’t quite go the way their faith leads them to believe it should. Their faith is super strong, but to a fault in that it blinds them to reason, and that can be dangerous.

    In the story, Aaron is a chosen name by himself. We never learn his previous name. All the members who join the church have to pick a biblical name as they begin their new lives. Aaron is the brother of Moses in the bible. He is regarded as a good public speaker whom God suggests Moses use when he tells God he’s no good at public speaking while standing before the burning bush. My character choosing Aaron as his new name is a projection of his ambitions — he wants to rise through the ranks and stand at the side of their church leader, the preacher, and be his voice — just as Aaron was a voice for Moses.

    Aaron was a fascinating character to write. And diving into him each time I got to write him was a fun exercise in psychology and spirituality.

    But, there’s something else about Aaron that’s interesting to me and I may have subconsciously explored him in ways I’m not even sure of yet.

    I hate the name Aaron

    My middle name is Aaron. I seldom use the name or mention this fact, because it’s always bugged me ever since I was a kid. I appreciated the meaning of the choice, my parents naming me after Aaron of the bible. But there was just always something off-putting to me about that name. To this day, I’m not sure what it is for sure. But when I look at that name, I do not see my name. I see something else and it bugs me that it’s supposedly my name. So I’ve mostly learned to ignore the existence of Aaron between my first and last names.

    I do recall vague memories of looking at the name when I was first learning to spell it and just being so annoyed by how it looked on paper in my sloppy kid’s handwriting. The two As back-to-back also annoyed me. I recall thinking about how the name verbally was a name that could be either masculine or feminine, but on paper with those two As, it was clearly masculine. And I do remember that bugging me. I can’t say why, though it may have been an early indication of me being genderqueer. The fact the name is gender neutral audibly, but when you spell it Aaron on paper it is indisputably masculine. Erin, of course, being the feminine spelling. And my spelling of the name was the masculine variant — Aaron.

    It’s so fascinating to think about how annoyed I was seeing that name when I wrote it down the first few times. I was instantly appalled by it. And as a kid, the only thing that tended to appall me instantly was seeing injustice. Like, when some kids bullied another kid. That was the quickest way to piss me off as a kid.

    But writing Aaron on paper for the first time, and knowing it was my name, that pissed me off so hard.

    But what does this have to do with my fictional character Aaron? I don’t know. When I was writing the character, I wasn’t focused on the name being my middle name. You have to keep in mind, when I write that name it doesn’t even register as my name. I was focused on writing an interesting character who saw himself as the potential metaphorical brother of Moses. A gifted speaker and leader alongside his spiritual leader who he adored. I wasn’t thinking about myself at all while writing the character.

    Now though? Now I’m wondering. Was I subconsciously getting some deep-rooted feelings off my chest about the name Aaron? It looks like I’m going to have to re-read my own story and decipher the hell out of that character, because I may have been writing about myself, too.

    Conclusion

    I don’t think I’ve ever talked this much about my feelings concerning the name Aaron with anyone. So this is like therapy in the open. It’s also worth noting that I only hate the name Aaron as it pertains to me. If your name is Aaron, that’s ok, I forgive you. I mean, it doesn’t bother me. It’s just this notion that the name is mine when it really doesn’t feel right at all.

    If you’ve read Jonah of Olympic, what did you think of Aaron? Give me your literary critique of Aaron, the character, in the comments. If you’ve not read the book yet, you can find it on the publications page.

    What about you? Do you have a middle name that irks you? Do you love your middle name? What do you think my kid brain was doing when it saw the name Aaron on paper? Sound off.

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  • Upcoming birthday of my fictional character — should I do a giveaway?

    Upcoming birthday of my fictional character — should I do a giveaway?

    May 26th is my fictional character Mercedes Masterson’s birthday. The existence of the character also turns 21 years old, I first wrote her in 2005. I’m trying to think of some fun things to do to celebrate.

    It will also be the one year anniversary of the release of Jonah of Olympic, the third story in the series.

    Should I do a book giveaway of Jonah of Olympic, ya think? Make a silly dance video? Free desktop and phone wallpapers? A signed paperback bundle giveaway? Other ideas?

    As a reader, what would you like? Lemme know in the comments.

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  • 3 Things I learned about cults while creating a Christian cult for my novel Jonah of Olympic

    3 Things I learned about cults while creating a Christian cult for my novel Jonah of Olympic

    Cover photo of book titled "Jonah of Olympic." The image has an orange background with black ash and a golden fire rising from the bottom. In front of the fire is the silhouette of a waman holding a gun. Above and intertwined by the fire is the tilte in a black, bold font and in call caps. Above that in a smaller, less bold font, is white lettering that reads, "Mercedes Masterson Detective Stories" in all lower case. At the bottom of the cover, to the side of the woman is the author name, "Nat Weaver" in black font and an orange cirle with a black two in the center indicating the book number.

    There’s a Christian cult in my second novel in the Mercedes Masterson Detective Stories series, Jonah of Olympic. The idea for this novel originated around 2011 or so when I asked myself how a conversation would go between Mercedes and a cult leader. And I played around with that dialogue between the two characters. It was fascinating and I ended up coming up with a few notes for a story that would include a cult and somewhere there would be this meeting of the two characters. I even came up with the title at the time.

    I didn’t start drafting Jonah of Olympic until January 2021. The months leading into January, I decided to spend a significant amount of time researching cults. As someone who was raised in Christian funamentalism, it’s not hard to imagine what that might look like, but I wanted the cult in my book to be a wholly original church though it may have elements that we all recognize. And so, I decided to read up as much as I could about several infamous cults and I decided on Jim Jone’s Peoples Temple, Heaven’s Gate, and one other the name of which escapes me. I read up a lot on Peoples Temple and the one I can’t recall, and with Heaven’s Gate I opted to watch an HBO documentary mini-series as a passive way of absorbing the informaiton right before I began writing. Here are a few things that stuck with me and informed a lot of the choices I made concerning the cult in my book.

    Jim Jones was preaching communism.

    Jones wanted to convert people to communism, but he knew America hated communism and wouldn’t accept that teaching. What he realized is that America will accept anything you sell them, so long as you wrap it up in a story about Jesus. And so, as he began, he was focused on teaching Christianity with little nods to communism brought out through Jesus’ teachings. Over time, he slowly slid the teachings and doctrines further and further from Jesus and closer to communism. In the end, it had less to do with Jesus and more to do with Jones’ version of communism.

    Without getting into spoilers, Jonah of Olmypic has a tagline in French (like the other stories in the series). The tagline reads “arrête les conneries,” which when translated to English is “cut the shit.” Culturally speaking, this is a French equivalant phrasing of saying “cut the bullshit.” During that dialogue between Mercedes and the cult leader, that one I started playing with so many years ago, he begins it by saying, “Now, I can tell you are a person who doesn’t appreciate bullshit. So, I would like to cut the bullshit for a moment, and just talk. Honest and open, no bullshit.” I refer to this scene as the bullshit monologue and it’s where we really learn about the cult leader and get a glimpse of his way of thinking. I’d be lying if I said Jones’ grift didn’t inform how I crafted this character.

    Jim Jones, a charismatic cult leader, had helpers.

    If you ask someone, or the internet, what a cult is at some point during that response you’ll likely be told that a cult is lead by a charismatic leader at the top. And while, that is sometimes true, it’s much more nuanced than that. And I think having that as part of the defintion makes it difficult for people to recognize when they are inside a cult, because if they don’t have a clear cult leader or if there’s a facade that makes it seem like their cult leader isn’t all controlling, people may wrongfully think they are not in a cult when they are.

    Jones didn’t do all the work alone. Sure, he was a charismatic leader heading up a cult of his own invention and he was the head of that snake. But much like dictators, he also had an inner circle of lieutenants who helped carry out his mission who were aware of what they were doing. They were part of the system. He wasn’t the only one manipulating and controlling his members, he had helpers.

    In Jonah of Olmypic, my cult leader does not work alone. He is a charismatic leader at the top of the heap, but he has an inner circle of men called apostles who are his helpers and who are in the know. Like most oppressive systems, when a cult grows it needs more than that one person at the top to help control its congregation. And so, a cult leader will look for helpers, his lieutenants, to help keep the system running.

    Heaven’s Gate had two cult leaders, one was a woman.

    Now, I wasn’t around when Jones did his thing, but I was a kid in the 1990s when the news broke that a cult, Heaven’s Gate, had died by mass suicide. If you had told me there were two cult leaders who created and ran Heaven’s Gate from the beginning before I watched the documentary, I would have been like, “Nah, it was the one funny looking bald dude.” But I would have been wrong. Heaven’s Gate came out of a chance meeting between him and a woman working in a psych ward. He was a music professosr and suffered a mental breakdown, and while in a psych ward the woman helping him get better bonded with him. After he got out, they went off into the woods for days and when they reemerged they had created a cult (not uncommon during the hippy days). She abandoned her husband and daughter, and the two of them went off to create Heaven’s Gate. They ran that cult together for years, and she eventually passed away from cancer in the 80s.

    This was fascinating to me on a number of levels. The first is that this was a cult I had been taught was run by a single charismatic leader, but in fact it was formed and lead by two. Sure, he was the only one left in the end, but that was not by choice. This is another example of how recognition of a cult by its singular cult leader isn’t a good descriptor. It was also equally fascinating to me because one of those leaders was a woman. We don’t typically see women rising to power as dictators or cult leaders, so it’s interesting that this was the case here.

    In Jonah of Olympic, the cult leader does not work alone, he has his helpers, but he also has one apostle that he keeps very close. This is not to say they are equals, not like Heaven’s Gate, but it does show that it is possible to be a cult even when the cult leader has helpers and confidants.

    Conclusion.

    If I had to summarize these findings, and give some advice on the way out the door of this post, it would be judge not a cult on how it dresses — how it looks or describes itself — but rather judge a cult on its behavior. A cult doesn’t need a singular charismatic leader at the top that controls all things, he can have helpers, and even equals, or at least give the appearance of such. Instead, a cult is most defined by how it treats its members. Does it control them in mind, deed, thought, and in what information they can consume? Those are characteristics to look for as opposed to some mythical cult leader creature.

    Or as Jesus himself put it, “Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles? Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit. A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit” (Matthew 7:16-18). A cult is a corrupt thing that bears evil fruit and there are plenty of helpers willing to make that happen.