A conversation about characters and their demands got me thinking about this issue.
I remember the moment I realized that I wasn’t the only one who had characters that were alive. Characters that did what they wanted, when they wanted, how they wanted. Characters that demanded my attention, and ignored me, withheld information or allowed me to wander on the wrong path for entirely too long.
Today’s “Blogging University” assignment was to write that original post we wanted to write… or to write a response to the Daily Assignment. In the true style of someone who is used to being able to modify their assignments, create their own majors, and design their own projects, I’d planned (and written) a post all about yesterdays blogging assignment. Which I may post at some other time. But, then this conversation occurred and I realized, that’s what I wanted to write about.
Characters, characters with a life of their own. I’ve talked a little about this but…. here’s something I’ve never shared… I know I have a document somewhere where I started a story like this but, here it is again — in all it’s first-draft goodness. Taking risks by sharing my own envisioning of the reality behind the story’s (Spoiler Alert: I didn’t finish the story.. because… uhm… )
“Really, Hazel, do you really have to push him so much? I’m sure your Uncle just… Wait.” Ray looked around, blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to the change in light, the sudden change of surroundings. The smell of the ocean air lingered, interwoven into his jacket and hair, but the sounds were gone. And Hazel, his best friends sister, was no longer standing in front of him, instead he found himself face to face with a strange assortment of people he did not know. Continue reading They’re being stubborn… I’m being stubborn?