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December 20th, 2013

12/21/2013

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When You Write do your Characters jump off the page?

You know it's an obvious necessity to get right in any work of literature. When you write your characters have to be more than just believable.  The old lady down the road that's blind and keeps a dog to scare off intruders is believable, but she's rare, she's a cliche - she does exist and so she qualifies as believable but  she doesn't jump out at you  waving the 'read more about me I'm interesting' banner!' in other words, she isn't realistic.

You have to put in so much more to make your characters realistic, and there are a few simple rules needed to master this. 
Your reader must clearly understand who this person is and be totally at ease with them as a real person - no doubts.
There are a number of ways you can achieve this:

The first thing is don't give your character the capabilities of a super hero. You shouldn't make a heroine unbelievably beautiful so that every male head turns and looks, or so intuitively perceptive that she works out everything in advance.   How many people have you ever met like that?  Keep that in mind when creating your characters. If you've never come across such a person then they probably don't exist or are certainly very rare and that qualifies them as barely believable at best.  It's okay for your character to be talented in some way but they are human and must show human frailties within their characterisation as well as the strengths talent may bring.  
In a recently published story my heroine was a talented pianist, but she is also just an ordinary family mother and wife. At one point in the story I go out of my way to express her feelings that  show doubt, fear and trepidation - her talent is there but it is not all consuming of her character.

The next thing is dialogue. What would your character really say in a certain situation? 
Stuffy formal dialogue is boring. (That's official!)  You must inject personality into your dialogue and this is easy if you follow the one simple rule:   Put yourself in your character's  position.   
This is actually a good rule of business in almost any genre - you have to be able to look at things from the customer's point of view. When you can do this then  'realism' starts to fall into place.

The third thing goes hand in hand with the second point above: your character must have flaws. He or she must not be perfect and must fail as well as succeed. this also means they must make mistakes, make the wrong choices, be mean towards  or upset somebody, show emotions of regret, desire, anger or just pure frustration.

Here is an excerpt from a recently published story of mine:  The heroine, Paula, is talking to her supportive husband a few nights before a concert she is to give. Many recent strange events have affected her and her family and she is starting to feel quite uneasy and even  doubt her ability to pull things around. The dialogue is carefully integrated  with description of how she particularly was feeling. 

Paula got up and grabbed her coat.
“Where are you going?” called David.
“I don't know, - out . . somewhere.” Paula was clearly upset.
“You two,” (he was talking to Liam and Jamie), “look after your little sister, I'm going with your mother.” and with that he grabbed his jacket and bustled after her.

All she had wanted was just to be able to do the piece justice, to be able to give the concert without any problems. Why do odd things always have to happen that make you feel something isn't quite right? What had she done to deserve this? And something else, her family had acted most oddly when they came in last Saturday night, it hadn't meant much to her at the time but now she sensed something wasn't right.  And, Jamie; what was all that about a piano in the church? Now she was getting paranoid. David caught up with her.
Suddenly she put her finger on it. The Christmas cards she got down from the loft, - one of them
had that phrase, 'My Little lady' and said it was from an 'Uncle Mark'!

“David this is something to do with me.”  She told him about the stuff she'd retrieved from the loft.
“Whatever made you go and look for those things anyway?”
“I don't know, you were all out and . . well I was thinking about that Christmas book and the cosy old customs it talks about, there's a passage in it very similar, all about a family member who'd kept some old cards, so I just remembered we had some old Christmas relics and went looking.”
“Where did you get that book from?”
“It was Ian, Ian at school, . . and that's another thing, you know he gave it to me with great conviction, it was a little odd.”

The couple walked in the morning sunshine. They were heading down the lane at the back of their house. There was a sharp frost and the day was cold in spite of the sun.  Paula suddenly stopped and turned to her husband.

“I don't know if I can do this David,” she said,“something isn't right, I can't focus . .what am I going to do the performance is only days away?” She was close to tears. 



The dialogue is only quietly dramatic, it isn't extensive but it tells the reader very definitely that the main character in this story is feeling the pressure . The descriptive text explains why.

A fourth thing to try and include is your character's 'bio' - they need some history. Where did they grow up? What has just happened to them prior to the start of the story?  What life experiences have they acquired and from what type of environment?  
Again, in the passage above I refer back to things, experiences and events from the past that have shaped her present and  therefore  the point her character is now at is all the more believable.

The final point is to mould all the the traits together. Remember, you become what you have been a part of. 
Your character has real experiences that you should try to pick out and use throughout the story. Not everything, just the strongest points that make the most sense. For example, maybe my character had experienced her mother and father arguing over a certain situation when she was very little, then maybe any reoccurence of that situation would display as more catastrophic for her. 
Recently a niece of mine visited an authentic castle with real life constructed re-enactment. She was enthusiastically enjoying it until an artificial fire blew throughout the room bringing to the fore her absolute fear of fire: Her reactions then became very different from others around her because this was a built in characteristic that was always going to invoke her raw emotions.

So make your characters not just believable but real. You don't need an essay on each character to introduce them, the skill is in drip feeding the right information in the right way so that the reader 'gets it.'

For strong believable realistic characters read  'I'll be there for the Replay'   here

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December 06th, 2013

12/6/2013

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Depressingly Simple!


Sometimes the answer to the obvious is right in front of you, but things often stop us from seeing it as so. 
If you want to break out of the rutt, in the sloganic words of a well known sports retailer . . 'Just do it!'
Here's a very short story to tell it like it so often is:

    He sat slouched with aching back against the quite unergonomic plastic structure. His legs splayed as his feet did their best to support his awkward position. He stirred his coffee slowly with a heavy hand as if it's viscousity was all a bit  too much!
    His gaze was fixed upon the spoon, his concentration on his own state of mind.
What was the point? Why should he bother to accompany her round endless chains of merchandise outlets that flaunted the same  bait of endless sales offers with continual incentives to make you forst comply, then part with your cash to buy their stuff!
    Why bother to just make yourself feel even more depressed? - Might as well just sit here and enjoy the coffee!
Two younger chaps were talking at ninety miles an hour at the table next to him, 
'What a waste of their energy' he thought. All he could hear was short sharp garble followed by accentuated laughter. - It annoyed him.  
As he stirred his coffee some more his mind turned towards his own problems. How were thy going to pay to fix the car? they just hadn't got enough put by . . and it was seeming increasingly and depressingly likely to him that he was going to be made redundant, or at least loose a lot of hours. People around him just didn't seem to get it!
He continued to stir his coffee.
    She hustled and bustled through the crowds, her movements swift, her direction clear. She had a list but it wasn't written onto paper. The imprint  was clear . . 'if they didn't  have one of them she would go for the blue one of those. If she couldn't find the size jacket she wanted she would try something else . . maybe a more 'spring' look! 
    Her feet pronated swiftly through the crowds, stopping just long enough to make a decision about an item of clothing, and then, either she would buy or move on. 
    She glanced at her watch. 'twenty five minutes' she thought. 'Should be enough time to take another look in BHS.'
    Twenty seven minutes later she arrived back at the street cafe. as she meandered her way through cumbersomely positioned chairs skillfully negociating each pass of the shopping bag as she wen. She could see he hadn't moved . . still he fiddled with his coffee cup. 
    'Darling I've got some wonderful things, - look at this' She pulled a jacket from a BHS bag and unravelled the sleeves holding it up next to her looking for approval.  'And these gloves . . I've been looking for these for ages . . do you know, Asda's don't have anything! I had to go to M&S but . . too  expensive - I'm not paying nine pounds for a pair of gloves! - got these from BHS!'
(He made some sort of sound but she was quite oblivious to exactly what it might of meant!)
He took a sip of his now cold coffee.
She looked at him as if expecting a reaction:
    'Well, aren't you impressed? . . not bad for a forty minute spree I thought.'
He gazed straight at her. Had it really been forty minutes?
    'Well.' she remarked presently. 'What have you been doing with yourself?'
He continued to stir his coffee.
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