Fictional Characters as Real People

We haven’t been talking much about fantasy-writing on this fantasy-writing blog. Oh, we discuss plenty of out-and-out fantasy–like the campus rape culture, Global Warming, microaggression, income equality achieved by the brute force of government: stuff that has no basis in reality whatsoever. Why, just today, one of the Red Pope’s henchmen blasted “Climate Change deniers.”

Sometimes I just can’t stand it anymore. So on to something more constructive.

The picture above (if it comes out!) is from The Wonderful World of the Brothers Grimm, showing Jakob Grimm (Laurence Harvey) sick in bed, to the point of death, being visited by all the characters in his fairy tales. This is what I’m getting at today.

If you’re writing a fantasy (or any other kind of story) that you want your readers to believe in, you have to believe in it. And the thing that makes any novel fly is characters. You have to believe in your characters.

Teach yourself to see each and every one of them as a real person–someone who has a whole life in addition to the tiny bit of it that you’re writing about.

That does not mean you have to map out a cradle-to-grave biography for every walk-on character. That’s a primitive technique that can easily lead to overloading a story with irrelevant information. You don’t have to actually know that character’s whole life: just be fully aware that he or she has one.

The needs of the plot, if you allow it, will generate characters as needed. They come walking into your story from Character-Land, ready and willing to do a piece of work for you.

For instance, in my just-started book, The Throne, I needed a new commander of the Thunder King’s bodyguard–and in walked a big, fierce, superstitious lout named Bassas, fast with his fists, greedy for gold, but with no real idea of how to spend it, and some small scrap of honor left in his soul. I already know I’m gonna love this guy!

True, this is not the easiest thing in the world to do. It takes years and years of practice.

But once you’re able to do it–boy, can you have fun writing!

Happy Birthday to Me

Today I have become an official and bona fide Old Man–no more pretense of youth. Somehow in today’s mangling of the English language, the word “older” has come to mean “less old than old.” So maybe for a few years I could get away with being “older.”

But no–I am now old, and I mean to make the most of it. And having long watched The Last of the Summer Wine and Waiting for God, these classic British sitcoms have taught me exactly what to do, to make that second childhood as much fun as the first. Maybe more fun: I don’t have to go to school, and no one can make me eat cauliflower.

Yes, I know old age is not all fricasseed frogs and eel stew. For one thing, by now most of the people I have known and loved have gone before me, and almost all of the places that I’ve known and loved have been torn down, wiped out, paved over as if they never were. Like maybe I just dreamed them.

I don’t expect ever to retire. Writers don’t. Anyway, it took me so flaming long to reach the point of actually being a writer, I still feel like I’ve only just gotten started.

Who knows? The way things are going with my country, I may yet get arrested for failing to “celebrate” a same-sex parody of marriage, or the unspeakable crime of Climate Change Denial (which is so insulting to those smart people who know what’s best for us!), or praying.

Near the end of his life, the philosopher and former lawgiver, Solon, saw his home city of Athens fall to a dictatorship. So Solon opposed the dictator, loudly and energetically: which made his friends worry about his future. “Don’t you know that dictator is a dangerous man?” they asked. “What gives you the courage to oppose him?”

“Old age,” answered Solon.

May it be so for all of us–because it may be a long, long time before the younger folks can wipe the sleepers from their eyes.

Tyranny is Back in Style

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Freedom is on the run–especially here in the United States.

Having snarled and screamed and forced Arkansas and Indiana to gut their “Religious Freedom Restoration Acts,” the Loving Left has tasted blood and now wants a steaming mouthful of our flesh. Are they feeling their oats, or what?

Yesterday alone, I found these stories in the news:

1. The New York Times, in an op-ed piece by its former food editor, said Christianity must  be forced to “embrace the gay lifestyle,” or else–re-education camp, a la North Korea ( http://www.breitbart.com/big-journalism/2015/04/08/nyt-writer-christianity-must-be-made-to-embrace-gay-lifestyle/ ).

2. Yet another Goering wannabe has called for jailing “Climate Change Deniers” for the crime of Unbelief ( http://www.breitbart.com/london/2015/04/08/punish-climate-change-liars-rants-gawker-writer-as-global-temperature-remains-steady/ ).

3. Assorted followers of Organized Sodomy demand that all churches perform homosexual pseudomarriage, or else get taxed out of existence ( http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/2926832/posts ).

4. And in Canada, they’re discussing not letting anyone be a physician unless he or she agrees to perform abortions. There must be rather limited opportunities for a podiatrist to do that. But in the name of Choice, the Loving Left proposes to abolish yet another choice.

Why do the heathen rage, and the people image a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord and against His anointed, saying, Let us burst their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us!

He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh; the Lord shall have them in derision… (Psalm 2:1-4)

These people had better watch out. When the Lord has finished laughing at them, they will wish their fathers had never met their mothers.

Until then, it remains our duty to trust in God and speak the truth according to His word.