Showing posts with label characters in fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label characters in fiction. Show all posts

Friday, August 20, 2021

Characters' Habits or Favorite Words

My latest novel, a mystery, set in the North Woods of Wisconsin


I don't recall any of my characters having favorite words, but they do have unique ways of speaking.  For example, in Murder in the North Woods, the Reverend Josie, an Episcopal priest, likes to pepper  her speech with French words and expressions.  It often stymies some of the folks in the small town who have not had the benefit of Josie's education 

In the same novel, the character of Daryl, who descends from Kentucky folks who settled in this area of the North Woods long ago, speaks a dialect that may still have the speech of  some of his ancestors. 

 


In Chased By Death, my woman-in-jeopardy novel, Lotto, the drug lord of a boutique cartel, swears a lot, in Spanish, or course. Really a lot.  Somehow, in another language, it doesn't sound so bad.  It would be interesting  to play against the stereotype and have a bad character who never says a bad word. This might be a tad unbelievable.  The drug lord by the way, faints at the sight of blood. His henchman, El Tigre, doesn't swear in front of women.  El Tigre is a conflicted character.  He has no doubt killed dozens of people, but he is desperate to find money to send his wife (who has cancer) to the best doctors in the U.S.  No matter how bad my characters are, I always give them their humanity.

Internal monologues differ from spoken speech, and that gives the author a chance to play around with how different characters think rather than speak. Honora, the main character's sister, is a snarky not-very-nice woman we wouldn't want to spend time with in real life, but her speech sounds perfectly normal, and she keeps her thoughts to herself, but of course, the reader knows them.  

Last example:  

 



In World of Mirrors, there is a very bad Englishman, Putnam.  He speaks in an abrupt voice, hates smart women, and likes violence.  BUT, he has a literary side.  In a bar one night,he learns that another character's dog has disappeared.  He actually thinks he knows what happened (he does not).  He adopts the speech about the "nose", which drives Cyrano de Bergerac bonkers, but substitutes all manner of puns about the word "dog."  And her refuses to shut up. So we discover that Putnam has a literary bent, the least likely character.  It is always fun to play against the stereotype, which one can do with speech. 

My characters do not necessarily have favorite words, but they do have ways of expressing themselves that are unique to their characters. 

As always, my fellow bloggers will have interesting things to say about this equally interesting topic.  Read on! 

Anne Stenhouse http://annestenhousenovelist.wordpress.com

Skye Taylor http://www.skye-writer.com/blogging_by_the_sea

Victoria Chatham http://www.victoriachatham.com

Connie Vines http://mizging.blogspot.com/

Diane Bator http://dbator.blogspot.ca/

Beverley Bateman http://beverleybateman.blogspot.ca/

Dr. Bob Rich https://wp.me/p3Xihq-2ow

Fiona McGier http://www.fionamcgier.com/

Helena Fairfax http://www.helenafairfax.com/blog

Rhobin Courtright http://www.rhobincourtright.com

 

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Developing Characters for Your Fiction: Always a challenge











Thinking about my characters with co-thinker!
How Do I Develop Characters? 



A great question. A tricky question.

How I develop a character is to steal what I know, research what I don’t, and if anything is left (and there’s always something crucial one can’t find out), make it up. 

Sometimes characters arrive in my imagination well developed.  Other times, if I am riffing off a “real” character, like my mother, I struggle to differentiate the character from the person, to create a true character and not a clone.  A character can arrive with a few characteristics: for example I know that she is a forty-year-old Mennonite widow living in a tiny town in south central Kansas in 1953.  And that’s all I know about her. I give her a name.  Lizzie Ledoux.  Lizzie is my current WIP.

 As a young girl, I spent a summer in this town in the fifties living with my grandmother and working in my uncle’s café.  The July heat, the café patrons, small town life, trips to the city of Newton, trips to the big city of Wichita, even the denim swimsuit I bought came streaming back into memory.  But my character would never wear a swimsuit, would she?  She wouldn’t hang out at the café, either.  She would go to church, dress modestly, tend a garden, and visit family.  But who was she? 

I remembered a statement my grandmother once made.  “Doc Brenneman and his family are back from Africa.”  Africa?  What were they doing there?  Ah, missionaries.  Mennonite missionaries.  Interesting.  With that in my head, I was off to research Mennonite missionaries in Africa.  I found out where the missions were, and that they ran clinics and schools.  In this part of Africa, the official language was French.  So my character spoke French.  I concocted her education, and part of her time in Africa, her backstory as we say in fiction.  She learned to like spicy food and brought home hot pepper seeds.  The children taught her to run distances, because transportation was rare.  She is still a runner.  She learned self-sufficiency and leadership.  Female missionaries who went to Africa were (or became) strong women.  My character liked art, and she brought back a few African masks.  Slowly, in increments, I began to know Lizzie, how she was widowed, how she coped, and her actions when she discovered a dead body in her little town, right in the restaurant parking lot. 

In one book, Chased By Death (now with my agent), a character, Maxine, arrived with a full-blown story.  It was like she was at my shoulder talking to me, as I transcribed her tale. And then?  She said, “well, you can take it from here,” and left my shoulder, with me shouting, “Hey, wait, you can’t just leave! I don’t know what happens to you.”  She told me I would figure it out, and of course with much gnashing of teeth and hard work, I did. Maxine was tough because she had to be.

 We have to put our characters through the wringer.  Because they aren’t real, are they? Listen: after you have written a book and lived with your characters day by day, I guarantee they are real to you.

 Life is strange.  Writing is even stranger.   

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