Rosa’s a very important character in my Serafina Florio mystery series. And this is her core characteristic: Rosa is Serafina’s best friend. They’ve known each other since childhood and have remained close and she drops everything to help Serafina. She’s always there for her—well … except for once when she had a major slip in the friendship department in DEATH OF A SERPENT and she got herself into deep doo-doo before she extricated herself. But most of the time she’s a friend, true blue. She … [Read more...] about About Rosa
Do you know the age of your characters? If they recur, do they age? Being immortal or at least living only in the mind where time is all jumbled up anyway, do their ages make a difference? … [Read more...] about Do Your Characters Age?
I felt like I'd just had a ride on the cyclone. Midway through writing the second book of the Fina Fitzgibbons mystery series, I started to mix up character ages in my head. I began flipping through scenes of the first book, and finally resorted to writing a cast of characters AND a timeline complete with names, DOBs, noting how old each major character was when important stuff happened. I included world events, like 9/11, included the date of Fina’s mother’s death, her father’s leaving, the … [Read more...] about Character Timelines And Cyclones
I love characters who take the long view. They have a radiance that draws me to them. They can be immersed in the action of a book. They can be full of pain, yet they transcend their own suffering and think outside the boundaries of their skin. Battle scenes are full of them. They are unforgettable. Most of my favorite books have at least one long-view character. But sometimes there's more than one, like Atticus and Scout Finch in To Kill A Mockingbird. When long-view characters recur in a … [Read more...] about Characters Who Take The Long View
It's snowing. It's been snowing for a long time—since early yesterday morning. At least a foot on the ground now. Doesn't seem like much to some, maybe. Doesn't seem like much to me looking out the window. Walking in it, that's another matter. Doesn't seem like much compared to snowfalls I remember shoveling in the wee hours before plowing down the drive and skidding to work, wet, cold, weary before I began. Those days are gone, but the snow remains. So many snowflakes. They … [Read more...] about Snowflakes And Words