Thank you, Skye, for this month's topic:
How we create our characters and make them believable and compelling:
While pondering the creation of a novel or a short story,
I have a sense of time and place.
I'll hear snippets of dialogue, or a song/music.
This allows me to enter the story.
Little by little, the characters reveal themselves to me.
I begin listening to his/her preference in music, food, likes and dislikes, etc.
The cadence of his/her voice comes into play when the audiobook is produced.
Like most writers, I live in the character's world.
My nomadic childhood is a plus in this instance. Writing a story about a cowboy
(since I'd lived in Texas) required less research than a main character from
Maine.
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In a romance novel, there are always internal emotions: the law of attraction.
Clues?
Mirroring a person's movements, gestures, and posture.
Stealing furtive glances.
Whereas in a mystery or crime novel, strain or tension will be the emotion
pushed to the forefront.
Rigid muscles, pacing, speaking in a rushed tone, leaning forward with a stiff neck.
And there is fear:
A visible pulse, keeping one's back to the wall or corner, talking to oneself.
Long-term fear:
Panic attacks and phobias, depression, withdrawing from others.
Suppressed fear:
Keeping silent, attempting to keep one's voice light.
Excerpt from Gumbo Ya Ya: for women who like Cajun Romance
Holding up the bottle, Persia allowed the light to shine through the tempered vial
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for a moment before she made certain the stopper was tight.
This was a signature fragrance.
Her signature fragrance.
A scent so sensational it would outsell Nina Rocci's L'Air du Temps, or perhaps
surpass the world's timeless fragrance, Chanel No.5
This was her--
"I've done warned you and warned you about messing with love potions!" Simone
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eaned over Persia's shoulder to hiss the words in her ear.
The statement yanked Persia out of her state of bliss and sent her heart
thundering.
Persia snagged a steadying breath to regain her composure. "You worry too
much, Simone."
Setting down her atomizer, she rearranged her test tubes,
"This is a perfume. Nothing more, nothing less."
Simone's brightly turbanned head caught the Louisiana sun streaming through
the perfumery's large display window.
Resting her hands on her ample hips, in a voice that demanded Pesia's full
attention, she said, "That be no French perfume you be selling."
I hope you have enjoyed reading this month's post.
Please follow the links to discover the compelling characters the other members
have to share!
Happy Reading!
Connie
Sally Odgers https://behindsallysbooksmark2.blogspot.com
Connie Vines http://mizging.blogspot.com
Anne Stenhouse http://annestenhousenovelist.wordpress.com
Helena Fairfax http://www.helenafairfax.com/blog
Diane Bator https://escapewithawriter.wordpress.com/
Skye Taylor http://www.skye-writer.com/blogging_by_the_sea


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