The other day I was in a meeting and the speaker asked us, What’s your main character’s central conflict and tell me in twenty words or less. Since it’s central, it is an inner conflict that’s present every time the character thinks, acts, speaks is present in my head as I write, consciously or not moves the main story line So I’ve been pondering that question for the past four days and have an answer—at least for today. (It’ll probably change tomorrow.) But the point of this … [Read more...] about What’s Your Character’s Central Conflict?
Sometimes my brain feels like the Chelsea Hotel. Unusual types live inside me and this post is about them—the characters that many authors create so vividly that, from time to time, they pop into my head, altered from their originals to be sure, but able to move in two or three places at once and very much alive in my memory. Here are some that haunt me today: Gemma James in the KINKAID/JAMES mystery series by Deborah Crombie. Not short, not tall, the slightly anxious mom, woman, and … [Read more...] about Which Characters Hold You Captive?
From “An Old Friend,” Death Of A Serpent Thursday, October 25, 1866 Serafina stuffed the address into her handbag, stepped outside. Hugging her cape, she visored her eyes, peered toward the piazza, and saw the same carriage return. It circled the statue, its wheels spinning, the horses straining. Pedestrians scurried out of its way. When it halted in front of her, bits of straw, clods of earth flew into her face. She glimpsed a blur of silk sitting inside. Brushing dust from the folds of her … [Read more...] about Her Face Radiant, Her Belly Distended
“The Apparition,” from Death Of A Serpent Tuesday, October 9, 1866 Serafina’s wardrobe wasn’t extensive, never expensive, wouldn’t do, not for her class. The dress she chose to wear this morning, made of watered silk trimmed in velvet, was designed and crafted by Giulia, her middle daughter, in a style dated by a year or two. For daytime, she wore a single petticoat, not too full in front, with an undergarment of unbleached silk ruffled at the collar. She fastened the ivory brooch her mother … [Read more...] about The Apparition
Excerpt fro “No More Brothers” Tuesday, February 11, 1867 Dr. Loffredo’s waiting room was empty so she let herself into his office. “A pleasure, my dear. You’ve finished dinner, I take it. May I offer you a caffè? Biscotti?” Dr. Loffredo rang the bell. Looking askance at Serafina, the maid bustled in and cleared the porcelain from his desk. He came around to kiss Serafina’s hand. So gentle his touch and understanding of women. No children, a shame: they would have jammed that empty … [Read more...] about Melting the Icicles of a Warrior Princess