With everything that’s happened this week, I can at least say that writing continues, and another chapter bit the dust last night. After four hundred and twenty additional words, Chapter Thirteen of Suggestive Amusements came to an end, and was put to bed with a glass of warm milk and a biscuit to keep its tummy filled. It was time to stop The Tale of Izzy and Elektra, and time to start on The Continuing Adventures of Keith and Elektra, and see if Keith is going to freak over what comes next.
What am I saying? Sure, I know what he’ll do. You just have to wait.
As I was heading off to bed last night, I looked outside to check the weather, because this week has seen the weather get very strange. It’s been a little warm, then cold, then rainy, then snowy, then . . . well, the drive into Chicago was a bit like ice skating off and on this morning, so go figure. But the weather made me think of times gone back, of stories from the past . . .
Of Annie and Kerry.
Yesterday I though of their story quite a bit for some reason. Maybe it was the weather and the cold and snow I’ve seen the last week. Maybe it’s the idea that they could end up in the same universe as Her Demonic Majesty, and with the rejection of that story, I thought of two of my favorite characters . . .
Maybe I just miss the hell out of them.
The thing with role playing character, rather than just write about them, is that you throw your emotions more fully into them that you might a literary character. You create the mindset that you’re occupying the character, and that some of what is in you goes into them. That happened with both Kerry and Annie; we fell into those characters to the extent that they became an extension of me and my role playing partner, and the more we played, the more we understood who are characters were, and what they wanted–besides each other, that is.
There was an interesting thought I’d had with them once. At their school, Salem, they had something called “The Midnight Madness” every Friday and Saturday evenings. It was a chance for the student to get in their pajamas, head over to the Great Hall at nine-thirty PM, and hang out and chat until midnight and a little beyond. I saw it as something that an old institution would do to lighten up the rules and make the kids feel as if they are at home, when home may be a thousand or more miles away.
One of the things I imagined for Kerry and Annie is that, for some reason, the sofa they pick to camp out on during the first Midnight Madness sort of becomes “their” sofa. It’s up towards the front of the hall, close to the majestic hearth, and no matter what time they showed, or how many people were in the hall, their sofa was always there, waiting for them to arrive.
Why did I do that? I think I was trying to show a connection between them and the school, that their presence there was something important to . . . who knows? The spirit that watched over the place is the best bet, but I’ll only know for sure if and when I ever write their story. The idea that they will always have their little home away from home intrigues me, though, and also haunts me–
Oh, you don’t know what I mean?
Just ask Jeannette. She knows.