When Characters Talk Back You spend hours, days, even weeks creating characters to walk the lives you give them in the stories you create. What happens when your characters talk back to you, though? Well, if you are like me you will most likely freak out. Just a tad. Maybe …
First and foremost, please forgive any semblance of attitude this post may bear. I have been taken out of my sorts by a recent article I read. In short: it pissed me off. I will not link to this article nor merit its existence in any other way except to …
I Don’t Write
I don’t. It’s the simple truth.
I don’t write screenplays and novels. I give life to them. It’s not merely putting pen to paper, I breathe life into a non-existent void. I expand realms of desire and practicality and push the void of predetermined physics.
I don’t write. Nor do I have fictional characters that you watch scurry around a screen. I don’t have two-dimensional appearances that you follow along with as you flip a page.
I have friends and enemies. Each has a life, and came from somewhere, and are someone and love and hate and fear. They are not characters, they are people. They live as I live, they die as I die.
My friends make me smile, laugh, play, hide, scream and cry. They disappoint with their own actions, speak in their own voices and go about their own paths.
I don’t write. Create? Yes. Ponder ever-expanding possibilities? Yes. Push your mind to its limits of emotion and draw you back with a single word? Of course. But I don’t write.
Don’t think you merely read; because you are engulfed, consumed. You pick a side and fight the battle with your own personal hero.
You don’t read, you don’t watch. What do you do? You hold your breath in hope, let slide a tear out of fear.
You don’t read, you live. Just as I don’t write.
I live, too.
Old houses make great inspiration. Allow me to tell you a little tale. A personal experience of sorts, if you will. Following a government-backed reason for having to leave the UK, I find myself sleeping on the floor in a friends house, Let’s name them Lon. The plan was to …
Literary agents, publishers, editors, synopses, query letters… all scary things, all demanding, demeaning. Sometimes they can be daunting, haunting, loathing as well as loathed. Oftentimes heartbreaking, disconcerting, dispiriting. None of them hold a candle to yourself. You truly are your own worst critic. You alone can put out your flame …
Samantha Heuwagen is set to release the second book in her Starless Series. She stopped by to answer questions for the podcast, give you some insight into the book and to tell you all about the much-anticipated release of Book 2: Fading Starlight. The Starless Series If you are unfamiliar …