If you write fiction, you’ll
probably agree with Robert Peck’s assessment that fiction is folks. He wrote a
book by the same name. In it he suggests that before you type “Chapter One,” do
your homework and get to know your characters thoroughly.
probably agree with Robert Peck’s assessment that fiction is folks. He wrote a
book by the same name. In it he suggests that before you type “Chapter One,” do
your homework and get to know your characters thoroughly.
Many other writing experts give
the same advice, but how do you do it? James N. Frey in “How to Write a Damn
Good Novel” gives these suggestions:
the same advice, but how do you do it? James N. Frey in “How to Write a Damn
Good Novel” gives these suggestions:
- Write a biography on your main
character(s) - Have your leads journal—write
about their life and how they feel about it. - Imagine you’re a
psychotherapist intent on understanding the character lying on your couch.
“Find your character’s ruling
passion,” Frey says. In other words, “what drives them.”
passion,” Frey says. In other words, “what drives them.”
My critique partner, who comes
from a military background, takes a different spin on the interview process.
She imagines herself as airport security. She orders each of my characters to
turn out their pockets and she runs each piece of luggage through high-tech
scans. Then she and her virtual commandos escort “said character” to an
interrogation room to discuss each found object.
from a military background, takes a different spin on the interview process.
She imagines herself as airport security. She orders each of my characters to
turn out their pockets and she runs each piece of luggage through high-tech
scans. Then she and her virtual commandos escort “said character” to an
interrogation room to discuss each found object.
“Explain the purpose of this
object,” she commands. “You’re carrying it because?” Her grilling unearths a
wealth of information. (I’m certain she missed her calling.)
object,” she commands. “You’re carrying it because?” Her grilling unearths a
wealth of information. (I’m certain she missed her calling.)
In “GMC, Goal, Motivation and
Conflict,” Debra Dixon recommends another interviewing technique. She asks her
critique partner to interview her as she plays each character. Dixon says,
“Spend time developing your characters beyond their physical aspects. Ask that
important question: Who is your book about? She advocates getting your
characters to answer these four core questions:
Conflict,” Debra Dixon recommends another interviewing technique. She asks her
critique partner to interview her as she plays each character. Dixon says,
“Spend time developing your characters beyond their physical aspects. Ask that
important question: Who is your book about? She advocates getting your
characters to answer these four core questions:
1.) Who are you?
2.) What is your goal? (What do you really want?)
3.) Why
do you want that goal?
do you want that goal?
4.) What is stopping you from achieving
it?
it?
When
I wrote Other Than, a Gaslamp Fantasy/ Paranormal Historical Romance,
I wrote Other Than, a Gaslamp Fantasy/ Paranormal Historical Romance,
I
spent a lot time interviewing my lead characters and searching their
pockets. I hope you’ll see the evidence
in the blurb and excerpt.
spent a lot time interviewing my lead characters and searching their
pockets. I hope you’ll see the evidence
in the blurb and excerpt.
Excerpt:
He
materialized in the inky shadow.
materialized in the inky shadow.
Or rather his apparition did. His
ghostly frame hovered before her, sinuous and lithe. Against his shadowed form,
the string glimmered like liquid silver. Slowly he unwrapped her, tossing the
spectral bands to the floor until a coil lay between him and her.
ghostly frame hovered before her, sinuous and lithe. Against his shadowed form,
the string glimmered like liquid silver. Slowly he unwrapped her, tossing the
spectral bands to the floor until a coil lay between him and her.
Something inside her chest fluttered.
“You followed me.”
“You followed me.”
An accusation.
He nodded. With a slight shrug, he
spread his hands. “You shouldn’t be alone.”
spread his hands. “You shouldn’t be alone.”
She wanted to turn, giving him her back,
but her betraying gaze remained fixated upon him. When he paced around her, she
waved him away. “Don’t.”
but her betraying gaze remained fixated upon him. When he paced around her, she
waved him away. “Don’t.”
He caught her hand and placed an
insubstantial kiss in her palm. “Let me help you…please.”
insubstantial kiss in her palm. “Let me help you…please.”
A gallant gesture, perhaps, but her
skin-slider sensitivity noted the rigidity of his stance, the twitch along his
jaw, and the slight narrowing of his eyes. How could he think of helping her
when he was in so much pain?
skin-slider sensitivity noted the rigidity of his stance, the twitch along his
jaw, and the slight narrowing of his eyes. How could he think of helping her
when he was in so much pain?
Ordinarily, she might be grateful.
Might…if loss hadn’t hollowed her.
Might…if loss hadn’t hollowed her.
She ripped her cooling flesh from his
spectral arms. “I don’t deserve kindness.”
spectral arms. “I don’t deserve kindness.”
“Good.” He gave her a rakish smirk.
“Because I’m not kind.”
“Because I’m not kind.”
She shook her head, biting back the
emerging smile that had no place on her countenance. She couldn’t be civil,
couldn’t risk the involvement. “I can’t go on like this—stuck betwixt life and
death.”
emerging smile that had no place on her countenance. She couldn’t be civil,
couldn’t risk the involvement. “I can’t go on like this—stuck betwixt life and
death.”
“You must. Don’t you see, sweet dove?
You’re beyond both. You’re immortal. Like me.”
You’re beyond both. You’re immortal. Like me.”
Back cover Copy
It only takes one drink from the Water of Immortality to kill
Evie Woods—halfway. Trapped in undead flesh, the world’s last skin-slider
wakens on an island purgatory where a cursed spring bubbles with immortality,
and zombie cannibals crave living flesh. Her only hope of escape rests in the
hands of the one man who would see her fail. Lord Victor Lowell, the man of her
dreams and darkest nightmares. Contrary and intractable, Victor preys on others
to maintain his angelic charisma and preternatural prowess.
Evie Woods—halfway. Trapped in undead flesh, the world’s last skin-slider
wakens on an island purgatory where a cursed spring bubbles with immortality,
and zombie cannibals crave living flesh. Her only hope of escape rests in the
hands of the one man who would see her fail. Lord Victor Lowell, the man of her
dreams and darkest nightmares. Contrary and intractable, Victor preys on others
to maintain his angelic charisma and preternatural prowess.
Trapped in an ever escalating war they can’t stop, Victor and
Evie fight time for a cure, but as the long days pass, blackness tears at Evie,
ripping her thoughts from her one memory at a time. Victor will do whatever it
takes to prevent her from deteriorating into a rotting husk, even if it means
dooming himself, but Evie won’t surrender his soul without a fight.
Evie fight time for a cure, but as the long days pass, blackness tears at Evie,
ripping her thoughts from her one memory at a time. Victor will do whatever it
takes to prevent her from deteriorating into a rotting husk, even if it means
dooming himself, but Evie won’t surrender his soul without a fight.
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