Careful,
or
you’ll
end up in
my
novel.
I have a t-shirt that
displays the above saying.
So, is it a warning?
I thought so at one time. But
now I’m not so sure.
I’ve talked about how I’ve
made up my characters out bits and pieces of people I’ve known. Friends,
relatives, even a complete stranger or two have given me inspiration for
mannerisms, inclinations, accents, and a whole host of possible behaviors that
have gone into any number of the people of my novel.
Whenever I read I find myself
on the lookout for the odd tidbits I might tailor to my own uses in character
development.
I’ve had good results with
this system and I’m rather fond of my cast of characters. The good and the bad
all have enough variety to hold one’s attention. Well, mine anyway.
Therefore, I’m not so sure
the t-shirt should serve as a warning any more.
I’m wondering if my t-shirt
should be an invitation—yet another
way to save a snapshot of someone—a small portrait, if you will. Each person has
a life; has a story to tell; and who is, therefore, worth remembering. Each
person is someone who must be remembered.
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