Outlining People

I don’t outline my stories, something I used to never admit to because it felt like I wrote ‘wrong’. Now I know that everyone has their own unique style of getting words on paper. Plus a friend of mine said I wrote ‘organic’ and I love that phrase. In this day of expensive things labelled ‘green’ and ‘organic’ I feel stylish.

I also used to use character dossiers when I first started writing. I would religiously fill out all fifty pages for each character, and then never refer to them again. Recently I started wondering if there was a way to develop characters also organically, since I discovered that a dossier is, for me, a mini outline.

There are a lot of internet resources out there on organic character development. Some still felt like outlining though. For instance, one had you make lists of the significant people in your life, as those are who your characters come from. I love lists, but not with writing.

One thing I read about though was something I have always done. The resource suggested keeping a ‘faces folder’ where you collect photos of faces that fascinate you. I started doing that many years ago as personal writing exercises. I would find a face in a magazine or newspaper that caught my eye, clip it out, and try to describe it. A nose, a chin, etc. Then I would read the description and see if I could match it to the face. That evolved into using the folder to remind me visually of characters. I would lay photos out around my laptop. As I wrote, if I struggled with a scene and how a specific character would react, I could glance at the photo as a physical reminder.

I have learned that in organic character development, many people do this. Wow. I thought I was just weird.

My teenage son is a huge fan of McDonald’s. When I allow him to eat there, I have to avoid staring at one of the employees. She has the most amazing, non-traditionally beautiful face I have ever seen. As I wrote The Memory Keeper, her face became the character of Jess. When I struggled with the character, I’d allow my son a trip to McDonald’s. I could never figure out how to approach a real live person and ask to take their photo.

I would love to know how others develop characters. For me, after all my research, I have decided to return to what works best for me. Simply writing the story and letting the character tell me who he is.

Occasional Story

So one day I was walking home from work. The road I live on, as some of you know, cuts through forest, with no shoulders and trees right to the edge. When I was about three hundred feet or so from our driveway, I saw our Boxer, Luke (officially named Skywalker von Stowe), standing in the middle of the road. He’d never done that before, and supposedly knew better. I wasn’t too happy. In fact I yelled at him.

“What are you doing in the road! You get home right now!’

No response. He just stared at me. Well, he had bad eyesight. He’d been born with a heart condition and his medication gave him blurry vision. I continued yelling, afraid a car would come flying down the road. I added stomping toward him to the shouting.

“Go on you idiot! Get off the road!”

He continued to stare. Luke never was very intelligent. But after a moment, he turned so that instead of facing me, he was perpendicular. And instead of that short stubby Boxer tail, I saw this long, graceful tail. A long, graceful, cougar tail.

All I had seen was that faun coloring, the body shape and size. I assumed it was Luke.

If I remember, at this point, I froze. I mean, think about it. What do cats like to play with? Moving toys. And here I was stomping toward a cougar, waving my arms and yelling. I may have thought a swear word or two.

The cougar continued to stand and stare for what seemed much longer than it actually was. And then it casually strolled off into the woods. No panic on its part that a human was approaching.

I ran the rest of the way home and told my husband what I’d just done. We figured the cougar had come to investigate our chickens. I told him how I’d thought it was Luke, how I thought he didn’t recognize me.

His comment was ‘and who has the bad eye sight?’

Luke, by the way, was curled up on his favorite chair, snoozing the day away.

In memory of Luke, who never went out on the road when he wasn’t supposed to, who lived a good long life of many years, and was a very sweet boy.

In the picture below he was a bit worried as all our dogs were terrified of that scary Fat Cat lying behind him.

What If…There Was a Postscript?

There have been some amazing comments that have come in regarding my last post. Those comments, from one person in particular, have left me very humbled.

Pat  is the soul of our group and has been interviewed here before about her poetry (www.poetrypause.wordpress.com). She said something that not just made me pause, but made me stumble to a frozen halt, feeling like I’d just created a blog post that was nothing more than self-centered complaining.

Pat said (and I hope she doesn’t mind me quoting): “I will always stand for the comfort zone we all need as writers.  I could never agree that any writers are too comfortable or boring or repetitive.  The process itself is just too darn hard.  If we’re writing at all, let alone finishing stuff, that is miracle enough for most of us I think!!  We want and need support in all that.”

Did you catch that? I mentioned I worried that members of the group were too safe. Pat points out that just the act of writing means we aren’t in a safe place. While I have been worrying that people are too comfortable, too willing to sacrifice writing time for visiting time, I haven’t been giving them credit for simply showing up.

Pat then very gently said my dissatisfaction may not be from feeling like facilitating the group is as hard as pushing jello uphill, but more from me not getting what I myself need out of the group. Of course, being Pat, she said it a very kind way: “You need to think of what YOU need, because I can’t imagine with your level of imagination, as WELL as social finesse, you are limited in what you can do.”

In other words, if I’m not getting what I need out of the group, then it’s up to me to change that. Another friend, author Susan Schreyer, said basically the same thing, and gave me some wonderful ideas.

I think the lesson is starting to sink in.

Pat finished the email with this: “I can’t imagine I’m alone in knowing what I owe you in support and ingenious questioning drawing out.  I’m less than two years out in finalizing (as opposed to 13 years back at the start of this year) and my blog site is entirely at your evocation!  You have much power.   GO for that in your life!  I want to hear about it as I do the grungy detail work of finishing stuff, day by day, due to your own exemplary work. I am blessed to know you and to have been a part of the group.  I can’t imagine anything you have done is “over” – but I do hope you find what you want and need – so that you can HEAR all our gratitude.”

Okay, I hear you Pat. And I hope you hear the apology in these words. And I’ll see you the end of the month at the writer’s group.