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Character Interviews: Samuel "Texas" Low Fox.
Monday, January 19, 2009
A Conversation with One of My Characters.
Before we start, Sam, would you please state your name for the record? My name is Samuel Low Fox. And where does the "Texas" come from? Only one person calls me that, you know, because of the accent.
So, you're from Texas? I was raised there, but I was born in Montana.
Montana? How was that? Ha ha, I don't know. I haven't been there since I was three or four.
But you live in Florida now, right? Yeah. How did that come about? My dad just decided to move. He got offered a job during pretty much the same thing he was doing in Texas, but I guess the title sounds better in Florida.
You don't sound happy about moving? I wasn't at first. I only had a couple of months left before I graduated, so...
I understand. You say you weren't happy at first, what changed? A girl? Ha ha, yeah, isn't there always a girl?
Tell me about her. Her name is Delphine. Delphine? Kind of old-fashioned, huh? She hates it. Thinks her mom did it on purpose to ruin her life. I actually like it. It fits her. What do you mean? You say it's old-fashioned. I think she has "an old soul," as they say.
How did you meet her? We, uh, met at school. Actually, my first day of school. We had a class together. She sat in front of me. Instant connection, eh? For me, definitely. You'd have to ask her if it were the same for her.
What drew you to her? Her presence. Sounds corny, I know, but really just being around her is, it's, sort of, addicting. I sound like a stalker now, but when you spend time with her you just want to be around her all the time.
Sounds like a nice girl. She is.
I know you have to go now, so I don't want to keep you. It was nice talking to you. Nice talking to you to. Next time I'll bring Delphine and you can interview her. Ok, I'm holding you to that.
That was a character in one of my novels. It's currently in the development stage. I haven't started writing it yet.
I ran out of questions to ask him. Now I have to find questions to ask her.
One of my favorite things about writing is creating new characters so, this was really fun to me. I wrote a post called Getting Into the Mind of Your Characters over at The Writer Playground, my other blog.
As always, thank you and goodnight.
And introducing...
Friday, December 5, 2008
A few months ago, I woke up from one of the strangest dreams I've ever had. It wasn't strange in the 'purple polka dotted elephant' sort of way. No, it was strange in the 'this could totally be real, but I know it's not deja vu' sort of way. I knew this had never happened to me.
I got up immediately after I opened my eyes and knew that I just had to right it down. So I did, and never thought about it again.
Jump to around 11 AM this morning, in the middle of class this dream just comes back to me. I get this overwhelming urge to not only read what I'd previously written but also to write more.
But lo! I don't have my computer with me nor will I be able to see it for about another 8 hours.
So, I settle for writing...free hand! I never write free hand. I can't read my own handwriting. I literally cannot read my own handwriting. I salvaged as much as I could to add to the original.
Anyway, back to the story, I wrote the dream in prose. Yes, at around 3 AM I groggily tapped out about 1,000 words of prose. This, for me, is a huge accomplishment. I'm not a morning person and I hate to be prematurely awakened for any reason.
Long story short (Yes! The story is longer than that.), I have decided to use this dream as the base for a new project, which will be posted in its entirety on this blog. I shall call it my blopera. What!? Did she just say blopera? Yes! Yes, I did! My blopera...blog + soap opera = blopera! (Or soap blopera...whatever works!)
It won't contain the type of storyline that you think of when you hear soap opera. I can promise that it won't be cheesy, but I can't promise that it won't be bad. I hope it's good writing, but a writer never knows these things unless someone tells them. I've been told I write good (haha...a bit of grammar humor). You can't trust my judgement because I have a writer's ego. I think all my shits good (excuse the language, but it had to be done). I just called it a blopera because I didn't know what else to call it. If this helps classify it, at one point today I was going to write it as a full-length novel.
Expect the first episode in a couple of days. I have to edit and revise it first.
That is all.
Have a great day/night!
What was I thinking?
Sunday, December 30, 2007
I don't know why or exactly when I made up my mind to write a novel, but here I am practically pulling my hair out trying to get it finished.
When I first had the idea to write it, getting it published was the last thing on my mind. It was just one of those things that I was going to do and then let go of. I definitley did not intend to like it as much as I do.
I haven't decided on whether or not the crazy world of Writing and Publishing is where I want to go right now, and even if I do want to go there doesn't mean I'll make it there.
I'm actually avoiding finishing because I'd rather have a cat scrath my eyeballs out than go to the next step once it is finished. I know that point is soooo very far from now, but still it's freaking me out. I mean I would hate for my legs to cramp up before I even dip my toes in. I love writing, and I actully could see doing it for the rest of my life, but...
What am I getting myself into?
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