Since getting into the development of Elektra’s life within Chapter Thirteen of Suggestive Amusements, I feel like I’m learning more about the state of New Mexico than I’d ever imagined I would. When I put her together I created her home town on the fly, making her a Southwest Desert Girl from the go, so living in Las Vegas wasn’t going to be a huge climate change for her.
Culturally, though, I’ve got her growing in ways I wouldn’t imagine the rest of us would ever experience. Then again, we don’t live in novels. Or do we?
It seemed to take hours to write my eleven hundred words last night, mostly because I not only did my research, but I was doing my nails, too. Hey, nothing wrong with a little base coat drying as you type away, right? But for an hour or so I did a lot of set up, and then, when I was down to the last six hundred words, I imagined her visiting these different areas of the state, and before you knew it I had her hooking up with . . . Izzy.
Don’t laugh, but that’s her nickname for another person in her past who led her onto the Road of Kink. Believe it or not, I took the name from a character that grew up in New Mexico, and I even mention that other character by name. (I don’t need to tell any of you who it is, because I have very bright readers.) So she and Elektra met, get to know each other, have dinner, get to know each other better, and before you know it, they’re meeting on a regular basis.
That’s how good relationships should begin. Find your interests, get to know each other, and eventually end up on a side road near Roswell laying on the hood of a Jeep, staring up at the sky and holding hands while looking for UFOs. That was how I left Elektra and Izzy last night, thinking it was a good place to jump out and gather my thoughts–and get ready for bed–because I needed the time to see where I’m taking this . . .
If you asked, “Straight into the gutter?” you’d likely be correct.
I like this chapter, and I like what I’m doing with Elektra. All this, “What I did before I met you” stuff is giving her dimensionality, it’s turning her into a real–albeit kinky–person. This is what we, as writers, strive to do with every character: we want them fleshed out so when they turn sideways to us, we don’t watch them vanish. Sometimes a writer doesn’t care if their character is two-dimensional, because the story is driving the character, not the other way around, but for this story, I’d like the characters to have a bit of thickness to them.
The question I have now is: does Elektra think about some of the experiences she had with Izzy, and do I get into the fantasies she never got to experience with her? I know the answer to both side, so it’s a no-brainer for me. I believe the second part of that question should be shown in Chapter Fourteen, because that’s what we’re always being told: “Show, don’t tell.”
Okay, I’ll do that. I wouldn’t want to upset any writing instructors . . .