Over the past couple of weeks I've featured several different characters in my writing. Some I feel I can link into the one story. Others have only had one post dedicated to them. The character I decided to feature today is one of my favourites, simply because of her vivacity. I hope I can do her justice.
Write On Wednesdays Exercise 9 - Think with Character. Choose a character from your writing posts. You can still do this exercise if you are new to WoW - select a character from another piece of your writing or simply work through the exercise from scratch. Now, think about the character in regards to their: gender, age, occupation, physical appearance and mood at this moment. Is your character in the city, the country, inside or outside? Do they live in rich or poor surroundings? Alone or with others? Answer all, some or one of these questions. Now, set your timer for 5 minutes and write the first words about your character that come into your head. Stop when the buzzer rings. This may be one week where you feel you need to throw the timer and take your time. Do whatever works for you. You may also like to consider: Complexion, Style of dress, Hair colour/style, Speaking voice and likely vocabulary, Strengths/Weaknesses, Mannerisms
The house has once again been thrown into chaos due to the impulsiveness of Miss Suzie. I am in peril as how to deal with my charge. Her wild ways will lead her into trouble, there is no doubt.
She is a flagrant hater of rules and authority. She pushes the boundaries at every opportunity given. Each day, she disappears right after her lessons and reappears again as the sun is going down. I ponder the activities that she is engaged in. When asked where she has been, she shrugs and redirects the conversation. She ignores her Mother, teases her sister, hides from her Father.
But deep down, I know beats a heart of solid gold. Her kindness and goodness is endearing. I feel that deep inside she is full of insecurities and doubts. The shield she puts up is to cover the sadness she feels. Thanks to a Father that prefers the son. A Mother who incessantly nags her, is constantly pettifogging, is obsessed with physical appearance and fails to see the beauty within.
If you can look beyond the dishevelled exterior, it is apparent that the child is growing into a rare and exquisite young lady. Her hair; when not tangled and matted with the remnants of her adventures is a silken sheet the colour of corn. Her eyes; a clear, sky blue. Her skin; ivory white but coloured to an unsightly brown due to over-exposure to the sun and covered in all those hideous scratches and bruises. And those freckles! Scattered quite unnaturally over that long, straight nose. She is tall, fine-boned and carries the hallmarks of fine breeding. Such a pity that she seems destined for a tumultuous future.
I despair over the child as I am sure that her parents have washed their hands entirely of her.
One more misdemeanour and I worry that she will be sent away for good.
Maybe, with my love and guidance I can turn this wild creature into a lady of refinement.