Characters and Empty Nest Syndrome.
my twin!
Let me first say happy birthday to myself, my twin sister, Meredith, and most importantly, Harry Potter. Yes, I share a birthday with Harry. On July 31st,1989 we were born and I think Harry started existing in J.K. Rowling’s head somewhere around 1991. It’s crazy to think that at one point in time H.P. didn’t even exist.
Yup. I know. It’s hard to even visualize, but there was a time.
Being that Harry is one of the most well known characters ever written, sharing a birthday with him is awesome. It’s one of my favorite facts about myself. That, and the fact that I also have a matching scar on my forehead (shaped like a crescent moon rather than lightning, but still!)
I turn 23 today. If you listen to music you might be aware of how profound this age really is. It’s mentioned too many times to count. Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing has yet to be determined. I’ll try my best to make that decision by pointing out the honorable mentions of the age here:
Blink 182: What’s My Age Again?
“Nobody likes you when you’re twenty-three….”
+1 because this suggests that we’re still young enough to be annoying…at least that’s what I want it to mean
Coolio: Gangsta’s Paradise (listened to this song a lot in my eighth grade ‘cussing and rap phase’ ay yi yi!)
“I’m 23 now, but will I live to see 24, the way things are going I don’t know…”
-1 because I am so embarrassed to have been such a wannabe white middle school girl listening to what I thought of as gangsta rap
Yellowcard: Twenty Three
“We’re almost twenty-three and you’re still mad at me…”
-1 just because this is sad
Tristan Prettyman: Simple As It Should Be
“I am almost 23, confused with all the lines in between…”
+1 because it’s so cute, my husband Greg and I did long distance for two years and it was one of the songs that helped me, and she makes 23 sound not so bad
Justin Townes Earle: Yuma
“So he was just 23 when he stepped out on that ledge…”
-1 because this is flat out depressing. (Although it’s one of my all-time favorite songs by one of my all-time favorite artists!!! check it out!!)
Blitzen Trapper: Furr
“On the day that I turned 23, I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree…”
+1 because why not? I don’t actually know this song well enough to judge, Meredith just told me about it!
So it comes out even.
I guess I can count how many songs talk about the age. SIX. If you know of more please let me know!
I’ll get out of my rant about my own age and focus again on Harry Potter and characters in general.
So.
Okay.
As fiction writers we do one main thing…we tell a story about a character (or many, many characters). They didn’t exist until we made them.
But are we writing a story about some new person we’ve created or a story about ourselves? I’d argue on both ends. I have written more than 60 different characters. Some are very minor, some are major. It hardly matters. I’ve mothered them, given them the means to exist, coaxed them off into their own world until they could function without me, and then wanted them to return home. I MADE YOU. WHERE ARE YOU GOING? I’ve felt like saying this before. There is a quote that has really stuck with me.
“The moment comes when a character does or says something you hadn’t thought about. At that moment he’s alive and you leave it to him.” -Graham Greene
When a character becomes no longer “mine” and does this exact thing, it’s a very emotional process. They’re real now. They have lives of their own. It’s as if they’re alive and walking around inside my very own word document (because none of them have made it past manuscript, which is okay for now) and have slightly rebelled against me, but done nothing that can constitute a grounding. I’m not their parent. Some of them I don’t even like. In fact, isn’t that another part of writing?
I hate some of the characters I’ve written.
With a passion. As I type their next action I think to myself “Gosh, they are just awful! How could they do that?” And as much as I hate a few of them, I especially love a handful. They are my pride and joy. I am proud of what they do and what they say. They learn from their mistakes. They are loyal. And even if they have some major flaws, I love them anyway.
just to name a few…
And last but not least, I am devoted to them all because in a way, they all hold a part of me. Yes, even the ones I hate. Because often times they say something that someone once said to me. Or they hold the same name (yes… many characters are as real as the coffee mug sitting in front of me, whether they are kind, evil, funny, desperate, or …anything else…) as a real life person who I knew in, say, high school. Some of them are family members with names too cool to pass up. I can’t think of characters unless I have had some life experience that has lead to me writing the words that created them. And so many characters exist simply because of a song that I’ve heard.
One example:
Travis in I Looked Over Jordan {will share on blog soon, too!} exists solely because of three songs on a murder ballad CD called Seven Curses by Jeffrey Foucault and Mark Erelli. Especially songs Ellis Unit One and Sonora’s Death Row.
I was obsessed (and still am) with this murder ballad CD and listened to it for three weeks straight. This story became obvious, as if it had already happened and it was simply my job to tell the story… hardly create it.
When I get to typing I feel as if I am a medium for something that is already there. Writers block is rare, I’m very lucky to say. As long as my fingers are moving the right words seem to come out.
I’m excited for anyone reading this to get to know characters I’ve written…one short story, manuscript excerpt and rambling idea at a time!
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