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Creating
believable characters
Agent 008 here, aka Maggie Bolitho. Today’s mission: create a
believable character.
To do this, I went for a walk. Conditions
were sunny and warm, ideal for character studies. Behind my sunglasses, I stared
at people who couldn’t tell they were being scrutinized. I eavesdropped and
compiled notes about conversations, body language, and clothing.
I selected one person from the busy
sidewalks:
Physical: Female. Average height, about 5 feet, 6 inches. Medium build.
30-35 years old. Straight brown hair, parted in the middle, loose to her
shoulders. Beige pants. Beige, long sleeved t-shirt. Beige and tan poncho over
top. Black shoulder bag and boots. Smoker, carried her cigarette away from her
body. Brown eyes, light make up, no lipstick. No glasses.
From those bare bones, I unleashed my
imagination and a character started to emerge:
First,
her name: I can’t work with a character without
a name. This one looks like a Melissa. In 1980,
35 years ago, it was one of the top names for girls. Her friends call her Mel
for short. Middle name Mary, after her great aunt (1st most popular
name in 1920).
Melissa Mary. Her parents liked alliteration. Her full name: Melissa Mary
Montgomery.
Next I looked at the external clues and
invented explanations for those:
Why
the warm clothing? Those were her only clean
options today.
Is
she a closet smoker? No,
but cigarette smoke makes her dogs sneeze so she tries to keep the smell out of
her clothes.
Then the ideas started flowing:
Where
does she work? She’s an Office Manager for U-Haul
and loves working with the public.
What
is more important to her than her work? She
breeds and shows Yorkshire terriers.
Likes: strong coffee, Dr Who, cycling on the Galloping Goose Trail, sleeping
in on her day off.
Dislikes: sitcoms, guys who wear aftershave, big dogs, all types of cats.
Lives: in half a duplex in Fairfield. An inheritance from Great-Aunt Mary.
Her cousin Felicity Mary Montgomery owns and lives in the other half of the
duplex. They are best friends.
Lives
with: her girlfriend of ten years and three Yorkshire
terriers named Bella, Bailey and Buddy. The love of alliteration seems to be
hereditary.
This exercise shows how one stranger can
give me bare bones of a character. Making her believable would take much longer.
I’d have to put her into situations with others to see how she behaved. From
that I’d learn her darkest secrets, her strengths and weaknesses. In time, I’d
know more about her than she’d ever want to tell me.
The more I write, the more these methods
grow and develop. I have notebooks and spreadsheets full of facts about Ros and
Grady Balfour’s lives before they danced onto the pages of Outback Promise. I have clipped pictures
from papers and magazines and downloaded images of people who resembled them.
As I wrote my novel, their physical shapes took form. That was a starting
point.
Because I had to live in the narrator’s skin
so long, I know more about Ros than some of my closest friends. For instance,
the leading orthopaedic surgeon at St Michael’s Hospital turned out to be her
father. This fact only revealed itself when I was writing a prequel to the
novel, trying to figure out how Ros became so emotionally reticent. Ros’s
mother refused to reveal her father’s identity until after he died. All Ros’s young
life she longed to know more about who she was and where she came from. When
her mother refused to tell her, Ros learned to suppress her feelings and
pretend she didn’t care. Insulating herself from pain became her main coping
mechanism in times of crisis.
Creating believable characters means
knowing them as intimately as best friends. Just like a solid friendship, it can
take a long time to build a relationship that endures.
What type of characters can you start to
build today? What do you imagine when you people watch? How do you move from
the skeleton of a character to a living, breathing protagonist?
A few months ago, Ros
discovered Grady's affair.
With their marriage
fast disintegrating, they decide to take a three-month camping trip into the
heart of Australia to try and mend deep wounds and rekindle the fire that once
fused them close. This trip will decide the fate of their relationship: do they
have enough strength and enough love left to accept what life has put them both
through?
But trust and
forgiveness don't come easily, and Ros and Grady have to navigate not only the
wilderness of the Outback and the challenges of other travellers, but also the
chasm of grief and bitterness they have sunk into over the last six years.
Their only hope for survival lies in facing the secrets they have both tried to
keep buried ...
Read an excerpt
The day my son died, he ate a Vegemite and banana sandwich
for lunch.
His small voice, almost forgotten now, jarred me awake that
morning. ‘How do bees get to school?’
Forty pounds of energy scrambled onto the bed.
‘Who’s asking me these questions so very early?’ I surfaced
from a dream fog.
‘Mummy! It’s sunny!’ Cadel wedged himself between his father
and me. His breath smelled like apple juice.
‘Okay, so how do bees get to school?’
‘On the school buzz.’
His infectious giggle filled the room. I peered out at the
bright blue sky and abandoned all hope of sleeping in. We said we’d take him
hiking with his new backpack if the weather was good.
Grady rolled over and grunted. His wavy dark hair hung in
his eyes as he tried to look stern. ‘Lady Rosalyn, do you know this little
person?’
‘No, Sir Grady, I do not.’
‘Should we make him walk the plank?’
‘It’s me, Daddy.’
‘What? When?’ Grady shook his head. ‘Me? Me who?’
‘It’s me! Cadel!’
‘I don’t remember giving permission for you to come aboard.
Are you sure you’re not a pirate? I’d better give you the pirate test.’ He
lifted Cadel’s pyjama top and blew a raspberry on his soft stomach.
Cadel shrieked and flailed his small arms.
I slid out of bed and left the two of them, wrestling and
twisting the sheets into knots.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Maggie Bolitho
grew up in Victoria BC Canada, where she spent her childhood flying under the
radar, constructing alternate universes, and wishing to be somewhere over the
rainbow. Shortly after her 17th birthday she set out to see the world.
Eventually, she moved on to Australia.
While living
Down Under and exploring the outback, Maggie started writing fiction. Her adult
short stories have been published in various anthologies in Australia, the US,
and Canada. She has written for Quills Canadian Poetry magazine, her YA novel
LOCKDOWN was published in 2014, and in 2015 she published OUTBACK PROMISE.
GIVEAWAY INFORMATION
Thanks for hosting me, Louise.
ReplyDeleteChallenges like 'creating believable characters' are fun because in finding the answer to the blog, I develop a better understanding of my own processes.
Best,
Maggie
Thanks so much for being my guest!
DeleteWhat's your favorite holiday?
ReplyDeleteHard question! I love Halloween because it's a season where the imagination rules. It's possible to have a lot of fun with little expense.
DeleteI'm also hopelessly sentimental about Christmas. Although I have to confess I like it more in the Northern Hemisphere with the dark brooding weather and brightly lit homes than I did in Australia where sundresses and sandals worn around patio tables were the custom. Don't get me wrong - I love it anywhere as long as people come together with happy hearts.
I agree. I have experienced Christmas both here in Australia and in the UK. It's funny because in Australia our Christmas cards still depict snow scenes - even though it's smack bang in the middle of summer. I really enjoyed my Christmases in England because it "felt" more like Christmas. Although, i always tell people they need to experience at least one Christmas in Australia. There is nothing like have a bucket of prawns and a BBQ for Christmas dinner!
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ReplyDeleteThis is a great question, Mai. Favourite holidays reveal a lot about a person.
ReplyDeleteI, for one, wish I could be in places at the same time.
One of my favourite memories of Christmas in Australia is the smell of gardenias and ripe mangoes. Gardenia bushes lined our front walks and as soon as I could smell their perfume, I'd start planning our Christmas lunch, usually involving prawns and berry salad. New Year's Eve in Sydney was another magical time!
sounds interesting
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by!
DeleteI hope you get a chance to read it!
DeleteThis book is great! -@MaroBenipayo via twitter
ReplyDeleteThanks, Maro.
ReplyDeleteHere are pictures from the trip that inspired Outback Promise:
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