So fellow writers, how detailed do you get with the information you share about your characters? Is it on an as needed basis? A book I have been using told suggested building them with this format…let me have your thoughts. This one is of Nancy Moore, the main character of my WIP…a long WIP shit!!!
Name: Nancy W. Moore
Age: Starts as senior in high school.
Occupation: Newspaper reporter, freelance photographer.
Family Members: Sister and mother at time of writing…father deceased…shot on duty as cop.
Personality Traits: Very outgoing, social butterfly, Very talkative…OCD
Character History: She is from Davenport, Iowa. Nancy works for “Daily Beacon” a newspaper in which she is a journalist and photographer. Gets picked up by AP to write political stories for them.
Highest Level of Education: BA in Journalism from the University of Iowa and a Minor in Psychology.
Physical Traits: Five foot six inches…140ish. She has mid shoulder length hair.
Biggest Motivator: Raped in college. Must obtain justice in her own way. Revenge.
Things She Likes: Oriental Foods, guns because of her father; and traveling.
Things She Dislikes: Liars, deception, politicians in general.
Lives: At the start, she lives in Davenport, Iowa. Same city she was born in.
Music: She likes Classical Jazz
Likes About Herself: She likes her work ethics, her attention to details, power junkie.
Dislikes: Can’t have a normal relationship with her mom or men. She doesn’t like herself.
Favorite Childhood Memory: Shooting range with father.
Most Traumatic Event, Events in Life: Constant mental abuse by mother, raped in college, death of father.
Prized Possession: SW357 that father bought her on her 14th birthday to show her how to shoot.
Transportation: 97 Sapphire Blue, Honda Civic.
Favorite Food: Anything Chinese.
Most Interesting Thing about Character: Expert with small arms…self-taught after father showed her basics.
Characters Voice Sounds Like: Nothing unusual about the voice…talks kind of fast though.
Five Words Other People Use to Describe Character: Neat, smart, compassionate, social, self-reliant.
So, I’m trying something new to see what I do while online and have my blog post open to editing mode and can go to different areas of my MacBook.
For the last 30 minutes or so I have been answering blog post replies back and forth with some of my fellow blogging friends. Carrie and I have been discussing back and forth my post about my new pup Zeus.
I wrote a reply on another great blogging friends blog post. Maddie is on fire with all the things that she has been doing lately!
So, now I pose a question. I notice that many bloggers that I follow have many people that they follow. How and when do they find time to read through all the posts that must show up on their reader? Do you guys and gals pick certain days that you read the ones you might find interesting? Or do you have certain ones you always try to hit?
Only ten minutes into this experiment and I think that I might be wasting valuable time that could be used for writing on my own WIP. So, I will take off into the world of Nancy Moore and see what I come up with next.
Ahhh but wait, I need to check on what google says about writing in the first or third person. Then I will get to my WIP.
Finding out that there is so much info on that subject…I just need to get to writing. Be back soon!
300 new words, and some editing of some old stuff…ok, not to bad. Zeus now wants to go out. I will take an hour to deal with him.
I had to tell this…my little Chihuahua Bell doesn’t like Zeus. Who’s going to win? Back to the dogs for a bit.
Now my cable went out…have to see what the cause of that was. I hate to miss “The Following.” OMG..the tech rep on the phone said he doesn’t have an estimated time of fix on the cable issue. What am I going tho do if I can’t watch the following tonight? Write some more? Damn it, I’m pissed!
So I spent the last hour playing with Zeus…cable is back on; all things seem to be a go for my night of TV enjoyment. Now to prepare dinner and sign out for the night.
So, this was my last 4-5 hours in my life. Pretty damn exciting huh? lol
Later in the story, Nancy the main character of Why “Moore?” has gone to the bathroom to answer a very important phone call. However, it’s not who she thought it would be. After hanging up…
Nancy stood in front of the mirror applying another coat of red lipstick; her mind quickly races back to that night when blood oozed from below her lip. He cut her deep leaving a terrible scar; the scars just don’t go away, mentally or physically. The cut she sustained left a two-inch scar right under her lip. Three plastic surgeries couldn’t cover it up completely. The surgeon said it was the best that could be done under the circumstances. The best has haunted her continuously.
The voice of her mother again, “Nancy?”
All the way into the bathroom her mother followed. With disgust in her voice, Nancy responded “What mother?” Her mother couldn’t leave her alone, not even in the privacy of the bathroom. Public restrooms, I guess, mean exactly that: public. But still, to follow your own daughter into the bathroom, as if she was going in to check on a five year old, is just insane. That’s typical for her though. Nancy shouldn’t be surprised at all by her mothers actions.
I think traumatic experiences stay with you forever. Certain things trigger memories of them. Just as the red lipstick did for Nancy.
Stay tune next week when you’ll hear the crusty clown say, “Hey bro, let me hold a dolla!
Continuing on from last weeks snippet. After some dialog between the Moore woman at the table, the mother…well you will see. Here is this weeks snippet from my WIP Why “Moore?”
As my mother slid her chair away from the table, her voice barely audible, “Excuse me girls.” she walked out of the dining room, down the long hallway leading towards the kitchen. I could hear her shoes making a loud sound as they struck the hardwood floor. As her 200-pound frame slowly made its way to the kitchen, the noise echoed through the downstairs.
In an almost uncontrollable scream, my sister yelled out, “You did it again Nancy!” Yes I did it again. I pissed off mother to the point where she left the dinner table at Christmas. So what. She will be back in ten minutes. It was like clockwork with her. She will come right back to the table and sit down with a bottle of wine she brings from the kitchen.
Stay tune next week when you’ll her the olympic ski jumper say, “Hey man, let me hold the gold!”
The Moore woman are having their last Christmas dinner together. I’m hoping to open the story up with this scene. I like the setting and the tension it shows from the beginning between Nancy and her mother. The story line will develop to show real tension between the mother and daughter. Stay tuned for more…Why “Moore?”
The apple pie was still baking away in the oven. Martha baked apple pies at every Moore’s holiday; something that she had done really well in her life. The rest of her life seemed to be grimly eroding away into a lonely existence.
The aroma of the pie was pushing its way through the bottom floor and surely moving up into the second and third floors. Like all the other smells that have covered this house, the apple smell seemed to last till a new one took over.
Just trying to get the words out of my mouth, I muttered “Mother, the peas please. You know how I hate to reach across the table to get them. Will you just pass them to me?” I knew what happened years ago when I would reach across the table for food.
Stay tune next week when you’ll here the crazy dental receptionist say; “Hey, let me pull a tooth!”