In a way, getting characters to cooperate with an outline is like herding cats. Characters are independent minded people who have their own agendas that might not match up with the plot you have in mind. The trick is convincing them to do what you need them to do without making it looked forced. Just like cats are gorgeous creatures until you try to make them do something they don’t want to do – they they are all claws and teeth. I’ll tell you right now, you don’t want to be on the business end of a cat stare (they really can kill). Fighting with your characters has the same effect on your book.
Alpha Male: The leader of the pack: the strongest, most virile.
The one who makes all the ladies swoon and wish that he would turn his attentions her way. At least that’s how he’s portrayed in fiction. So often, especially in the romance genre – but not exclusively – alpha males are romanticized. They are held up as the ideal that all men should aspire to if they want to “get the girl.” Even I will admit to enjoying a good story with an alpha male.
We are still working on Character Interviews for my new novel that will be written as part of NaNoWriMo – Hero’s Call.
On the other hand, I don’t like going to temple. It’s time that could be spent in so many better ways rather than standing there waiting for my turn to ask the priests if the gods have revealed my cure yet. They never have. I’ve come to the conclusion that there isn’t a cure for me because I’m just fine the way that I am. They took my voice, but gave me the ability to see what is in people’s minds. I don’t care if the priests don’t see it that way.
This excerpt is from a character interview of my next novel, “Hero’s Call”.
It’s a horrible thing to be aware from such an early age of what other people think. By the time that Mother started leaving me with Missy, I knew that the pain I felt was from Mother not wanting to leave me. Then there were the thoughts of pity from Missy and the others who knew who I was. I could handle that; it was love in a way. From the men who frequent Missy’s pub, I learned all kinds of things that most children never hear. Some people don’t even have the “pleasure” of knowing what some men think of children who can’t scream.
I’ve been watching the news lately with a strangely distanced eye. Mostly because I’m so tired of the current debates that I just don’t want to see them anymore and yet there they are so prominent and so full of misinformation on all sides that it’s rather disheartening. But from my writer’s observatory I look out over the issues causing all kinds of consternation today and see parallels with the issues of the past and with issues facing other cultures around our world. I see them reflected in the stories we tell ourselves of other worlds and gods. The patterns are there, even if the issues are different.
Everyone has heard the old adage that “actions speak louder than words” but how many of us have actually taken the time to dig into the meaning of that phrase? It’s something that it just feels like it’s right. Well, it is. Just looking at the literal meaning of the phrase you can imagine plenty of examples where it is literally true.
From “Welcome Home” a short still in progress:
They told us to travel and see what different regions hat to offer; we are all one world now. Then it was gone. All the oil that all those wars had been fought over was just gone. That’s the party line anyway: the wells were full and then they weren’t. That’s as much of a fairy tale as vampires and the boogey man. Whatever they said it all meant that we were stuck.
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Let me introduce you to Sarah Bella [shelikesitverbal.com]. Sarah and I write together most Tuesdays – that is we sit at the same table in our favorite sandwich shop and make words happen. Recently we decided to ask each other “Where do those character come from?” Here is her answer.
So, umm, where do your characters come from?
Isn’t that the question that every author gets asked?
And the answer is simple. I dunno.
I know, we’re eloquent.
The truth is that my characters just ‘come to me’.
From a short short that is out looking for a home. Enjoy and wish it luck.
He got up and arranged himself at the top of the stairs to glare at Karen when she came in. She was perpetually early except to parties when she was precisely fifty three minutes late. She claimed that it ensured her entrance would have the greatest effect. He didn’t appreciate it now, effect or not. This was not a party to be crashed, this was his home. Come to think of it, he didn’t even know why she was here.