The alarm sounded too loud and too early to Jack as it blared at 6:55AM. He rolled over, slapped it into silence, and threw his legs over… Read more “Write One Page Per Day – 85/365 – March 26, 2018”
#ShortStory #PicturePrompt #IndieAuthor “The carnival will be closing in ten minutes.” The PA system announced as Vera and I stepped out of the hall of mirrors laughing.… Read more “The Midnight Carnival”
#AmWriting #ShortStory #IndieAuthor The Raven Queen took her nightly walk through the Shadowfell, observing her kingdom through the eyes of her pets as she went. Her dark… Read more “The Curious Queen”
#AmWriting #Fiction #IndieAuthor Grace and Kevin sat opposite each other in the coffee shop. The silence was deafening for them as they waited for the barista to… Read more “Write One Page Per Day – 83/365 – March 24, 2018”
#AmWriting #ShortStory #IndieAuthor The building sat dark and decrepit as Haley, Josh, Mark, and Matt walked up the path. Their flashlights barely cut through the fog that… Read more “The Dare”
Continued from March 8, 2018 Claire and Daniel spent the next few hours pouring over the book with no leads on how they could bring everyone back. Every… Read more “Write One Page Per Day – 68/365 – March 9, 2018”
Continued from March 7, 2018 “I’m Amy.” The girl said as she died the tears off her face. “I’m Claire. It’s nice to meet you.” She replied. “Are… Read more “Write One Page Per Day – 67/365 – March 8, 2018”
Continued from March 6, 2018 Claire and Justin made their rounds, using a first aid kit that Beth brought with her to patch up the people they had… Read more “Write One Page Per Day – 66/365 – March 7, 2018”
Continued from March 5, 2018
Claire followed the others back to the courthouse, watching to make sure that the other group didn’t make a second attempt at killing everyone.
“Get everyone to one of the court rooms, I’ll lock these doors and see what the security office has to offer.” She told Beth and Daniel.
As she walked through the halls, her footsteps echoing loudly on the stone floor, she pulled her phone from her pocket and tried calling Goldman. It went straight to voicemail. She felt a stab of concern as she hung up the phone.
“Wait up!” Justin called as he ran to catch up.
She slowed enough to make it easy for him, but continued up the stairs to where they found the room they were looking for hiding in a corner of the building. As they approached the door, Claire’s heart dropped.
“We can’t get in.” She said. “Not without a key card.”
“Where do we find one of those?” Justin asked.
“Presumably, we find it at one of the guards’ homes, but it’s not like we have a list.” She replied.
“What about the police station, could we go there?” he asked.
“We could, but everyone just got in here, and now we know that the others are out looking for us. The trip could be risky. We also have to get everyone patched up.” She said.
“You’re in charge, so it’s your call.” Justin said.
“Without access to the security office there is no way of really knowing what’s going on outside. The other issue that we are facing is that, while the police station is a good idea in theory, the other group is likely going to head there for closer proximity to us. In addition to the access to weaponry that is available to them there.” Claire said, “I can’t get a hold of Goldman, he sounded like he may be in trouble when he called me last, and I’m worried that the others have done something to him, or worse, he hurt them.”
“Was he with them at city hall?” Justin asked.
“I don’t think so, no.” Claire replied.
“I think it’s important to get everyone settled someplace safe. I think, for now at least, this is as good a place as any. So let’s get everyone prepared for another potential fight, and I’ll help you find Goldman. We know where he was last.” Justin suggested.
Claire nodded. Her mind traveled through memories of when she and Goldman were first partnered up. He was always resilient and stubborn to a fault, especially in tough situations.
“Alright, let’s go talk to the others. It’s likely that we may be able to get some information out of the people we brought with us.” She said.
They walked back down through the building in silence, listening to the echos of the groups conversations cascading through the building. Claire felt a little better knowing that even without the security office, the building was still very capable of protecting them.
Characters are real people.
I know at first glance it would seem ridiculous for a character to be real, but they are and I can prove it.
Reality is subjective by nature. It does not rely on any truth greater than “because I said so” to exist. The experiences, memories, sensations, and meanings of existence to you are interpreted, scientifically, by an unseeing, unfeeling piece of mush protected by your skull.
If we are real because we say we are, why would our characters not be real as well? They have dreams and desires, they think and feel, they fall in love and have their hearts broken, these are all the same things that make us who we are in our existence. Just because we see them and “dictate” their actions onto the page does not remove the concept of their being real. Arguably, anyone that believes in fate could say they are simply characters in some great author’s prose.
Personally, when I write, I don’t call it dictation. I prefer to think of it as observing my characters as they work through the scenario. I’ve often wondered if the reason why authors write, rewrite, edit, and revise is not because of lack of definition in their work, but alternatively because what is on the page doesn’t reflect what they witnessed. Every published author will tell you that their favorite character is real to them.
Take the time to get to know your characters and let them share the details with you, and your readers, because ultimately, given enough time with anyone, they will divulge everything and your story will be better for it!