There is something about Autumn that brings on thoughts of cuddling. I imagine back in the old days that the onset of colored leaves wasn’t just a pretty sight, but a warning to figure out who was going to be warming your bed with you throughout the cold months of winter. This could be a real issue, especially in the northern climates. Without out a reliable bed warmer the chill of winter could be unbearable.
So here we are, almost a week into NaNoWriMo and I’ve had some developments with my characters.
For those who didn’t read my previous posts about my outlining process, let me just say it is VERY loose – I have a beginning, a goal and some characters. I drop them into my document, shake them up and see what happens. Well here is what I have so far:
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.
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.
The first thing I remember learning about geology was that gravity was always in charge. This was way back in grade school and we were given the impossible task of making water run up hill in model water system. Our teacher was a great believer in hands on learning, and also, I think, had a cruel streak that enjoyed watching us get frustrated when we couldn’t complete the task assigned. In this case it took us all of about fifteen minutes before every group had given up.
Some characters come to me fully formed with a story to tell. Others hang out for a while, watching and waiting, trying things on until finally they manage to introduce themselves. A few come into my life as a full person and hang around long enough to grow. These are the characters I love. They are my friends and the most likely reason that I will be mistaken for a schizophrenic (although I have it on good authority that as long as I know the characters are in my head I’m still as close to sane as I’ll ever be).