Before getting to all the Abomination nastiness–of which I wrote close to five hundred words last night, but it was the boring setup so no need to worry–I realized that I’m doing a quick post because today is one of those days where I’m out doing stuff again–you know, things . . . And really, I am. Oh, the things and stuff I’m doing . . .
But that’s beside the point. Here’s the point of this post . . .
I have a couple of ongoing projects this coming week. I have to finish a book I’m reading, and . . . I have a make a character.
Let me explain that last.
I’m back to writing with someone. It’s a strange sort of experimental thing, because we’re going to speak epistolary story. If you don’t know what that means, our characters are telling a story through letters. Which we are really doing, because we’re sending the story to each other in letter form, but ass our characters.
Like I said, a strange and interesting, and perhaps wonderful thing. And considering I haven’t done anything hand-written in a long time, I’ll probably have to send along a decipher key so my friend will be able to understand my chicken scratch.
The thing I’ve started this week is developing the character. There was a time when I used to knock this out in no time back in the old days, but today I know a little bit more about creating characters that are real, who have real body and interest and desires.
How I usually do that is by walking around my apartment and talking to myself. Seriously. That’s usually how I create all my characters. I get an idea, and then I start talking. Yeah, I know: I sound like the eponymous character from last night’s Doctor Who episode, but that’s pretty much how I do it.
Or I do it while I’m driving. I’m blogged before how I’ve worked out scenes for my stories–particularly this story I’m working on–where I’ll just “speak out” the character’s dialog while I’m zipping down the road at 80 mile an hour. I’ve worked out many a scene that way, and there’s a good chance that I’ll do that today.
See, I already know what this character is like; I already have some ground rules for her, and I have an image in my head for how she looks. That’s always important, because I need to see them and feel them before I can write them. When that doesn’t happen, it shows.
I don’t want it to show here, because this has the ability of being something great. I hope.
It’s always a writer’s hope that when they start off on something, it’s going to be good, and there is always the outlying possibility that it’s going to be great. I would settle for good, but what I really want is magical, because that comes oh, so rarely with every and anything.
And magical is, really, what I love.