Showing posts with label Irish Novel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irish Novel. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

How to Live Vicariously Through Your Characters

Sounds healthy, right? Kind of like those moms who live vicariously through their children on shows like Toddlers & Tiaras. Living the dream.

 This kid's a riot.
In all seriousness, living vicariously through a character (or your daughter) is not good. Nor is living vicariously through Bella Swan because she is a shell of a character who is left hollow so that any girl with any appearance or personality can slip herself into her mopey shoes.

"Blogging Twilight" by Dan Bergstein. A must-read if you want to mock Twilight for what it truly is... and enjoy yourself along the way. Click here to read all 4 books, Dan style.
If you still want to live vicariously through a character, consider fanfiction. No shame in that --- I wrote it too, when I was a wee lass. However, I would prefer we didn't revisit that period... very embarrassing... Um... Hey look! A distraction!


There are several reasons why living vicariously through a character is a not-so-good idea. For one, it makes everything that happens to that character personal, which means that injuring, killing, or hurting that character might be uncomfortable... or you won't have the heart to write it at all. Furthermore, any criticism of that character becomes a criticism of you. Who wants their editor telling them that they don't like the character that's based on you? Uh, NO ONE. And you know what else could happen? People could realize the story is about you, and/or that you've included other people from your life in the story. Like in Read it and Weep!


However, having a stake in your character is normal, healthy even. Characters often reflect little pieces of ourselves, or a piece that we would like to adopt as our own. I think recognizing your personal relationship with your characters is important, so that you can make them as well-written as possible.

I bring this up because I had a fairly recent revelation regarding my main characters in my 100-4-100 novel. Enter Mary, my female main character/protagonist. Two questions into answering these 100 questions you should answer before writing your novel, I discovered that Mary had virtually no personality. I always envisioned her as being very quiet and a keeper of the peace, which totally goes against the grain in a market full of girls who spend their pages kicking the boys' butts. Yet before I knew it, she had gone from a pacifist to a weakling, big time. I hated her. I was more passionate about her life than she was! I had to quit typing for a bit and think.

Where did Mary's quiet side come from? Why was I so determined to make her that way? It hit me: I was writing Mary as my opposite! (To an extent.) I have always been that girl who talks way too loud for her own good, and "talking out of turn" always showed up on my report card. When I was younger, I actually wanted to be quiet and invisible. Yet I was incapable of keeping my mouth shut. For someone who is very introverted, I am fantastic at running my mouth. Wouldn't it be great if I could be quiet and unnoticeable like Mary? I found myself thinking.

Recognizing that desire had manifested itself in Mary, I made what sounds like a silly decision: I decided to put MORE of me into her. Alright, she's quiet. But she and I both love story-telling. She and I both sing. She and I both fear rejection. (Personal stuff, right?) Now I identify with her. We act and react differently, but she has a few of the good parts of me in her, and we get on much better. Moral of the story: Putting a piece of yourself into a character can actually help you relate to them.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Encounters of the Austen Persuasion

(Brownie points for that pun.)

Some days, I just ooze Austen. The past two weeks have been no exception.

Between The Jane Austen Handbook, a long conversation on the merit of various Austen heroes, and the discovery that Dan Stevens played Edward Ferrars in 2008, I daresay it's been an Austen occasion. Not counting the Darcy encounter...

... is it so wrong if I prefer Matthew Crawley? *blush*

HA! Now you want to read about the Darcy encounter! Well, you're going to have to wait. First, I owe you a 100 for 100 Challenge Update!

Day #: 17
Today's Word Count: Haven't written for the day yet!
Overall Word Count: 4,598


This challenge has been an absolute blast, as well as a huge burden. On the bright side, I am so glad to be writing every day. Hitting 100 words is easy for me. I average between 300-400 per day, and on good days, I hit above 700. NaNoWriMo has conditioned me to churn out larger amounts of work in single sittings. Knowing that I'm actually doing something about the story inside of me feels amazing. I'm so blessed to have these stories. I really hope that someday I get to share them.

On the not-so-bright side, this story is hard. I know virtually no historical details about early 20th century Ireland. Who can blame me? It's not like the information is easy to find or I can just meander down to my local museum. I'm searching for needles in haystacks when it comes to finding historically accurate details. I'm taking lots of liberties just to get the story down at this point. I know I need to read some more, and I wish I had some guidance on where to look. Now more than ever I am desperate to visit the Emerald Isle. I was once promised I would go there someday... The only question that remains is when.

Isn't it *gorgeous*?
Now, about that Darcy character...

There is this guy. He looks kind of like Daniel Vincent Gordh(geous). He says things in a very Darcy manner, where you're not sure if he's just out of his element or being mean. Yeah. Everyone tries to pin this guy down, but we can't. *facepalm*

They don't call him Gordhgeous for nothing.
Well, this weekend, the boy actually talked to me. (Wow. That sounds so middle school. Don't think of it like that.) It's just, he isn't exactly known as a conversationalist. But he was pretty talkative yesterday. However, being the dork that I am, all I could think of was this:


I HAVE NO LIFE. I think I need to get out more.

Final note: WHAT IN THE NAME OF JANE IS THIS?

... Pride and Platypus?