Was it something I said?
Nov. 10th, 2006 11:07 amI seem to have a habit (rarely applied, thankfully) of developing characters who decide they want to die. It first happened in Black Fiddle when one of my characters eventually got sick of what was going on and stepped up one day to tap me politely on the shoulder.
For instance:
Character whose name I’ll withhold to avoid potential spoilers in the event that I actually ever finish Black Fiddle, submit it, get it published and... oh, let’s start again...
Nameless character: *taps politely on my shoulder*
Me: Er, yes?
Nameless character: Look, you do know I’m going to die, don't you?
Me: You are?
Nameless character: *weighty sigh*
Me: Hey, don’t sigh at me like that! And no - you can’t die; you just came into this story. You haven’t done your job yet.
Nameless character: Nevertheless, I fear I tire of living.
And that was it. She died on me. And on Jeannie too, I suppose. She definitely wasn’t happy about the whole situation.
It happened again yesterday while I was at work, although this one’s even stranger. For the last few months, I’ve had at least four characters rattling around in my head, telling me bits and pieces about themselves and forming an image of the country in which they live. Alas, they haven’t seen fit to give me an actual plot to go with them. They seem to think this is where I come in.
Instead, they just sit there and develop. One in particular started off as nothing. All I knew about him was that his name was Mack and he was assigned as some sort of guard by the fey to one of the human characters. He was the strong and silent type and it took a while to get to know him but once I did, he really opened up. In a sort of taciturn, silent way. I love him to little bits, much to his discomfort.
And yesterday, he showed me how he was going to die.
It was so unexpected. There I was, reading random fanfic while at work (my protest against the blocking of LJ...) when a line in one of the stories I was reading suddenly inspired an amazing image of light and energy and self-sacrifice. And there was Mack, pointing at this image and quietly telling me that this was how he was going to die.
It’s the first time I’ve ever had to creep out of the workroom and into the toilets so I could cry about the death of a character whose story I haven’t even written. I was amazed at myself, in fact, sitting there in the loo with tears running down my face. How could he do this to me?
I’d like to know I'm not alone, though. In fact, I need to know I’m not alone. Someone else tell me I’m not the only one whose characters decide to die on them without asking permission first. Please?
For instance:
Character whose name I’ll withhold to avoid potential spoilers in the event that I actually ever finish Black Fiddle, submit it, get it published and... oh, let’s start again...
Nameless character: *taps politely on my shoulder*
Me: Er, yes?
Nameless character: Look, you do know I’m going to die, don't you?
Me: You are?
Nameless character: *weighty sigh*
Me: Hey, don’t sigh at me like that! And no - you can’t die; you just came into this story. You haven’t done your job yet.
Nameless character: Nevertheless, I fear I tire of living.
And that was it. She died on me. And on Jeannie too, I suppose. She definitely wasn’t happy about the whole situation.
It happened again yesterday while I was at work, although this one’s even stranger. For the last few months, I’ve had at least four characters rattling around in my head, telling me bits and pieces about themselves and forming an image of the country in which they live. Alas, they haven’t seen fit to give me an actual plot to go with them. They seem to think this is where I come in.
Instead, they just sit there and develop. One in particular started off as nothing. All I knew about him was that his name was Mack and he was assigned as some sort of guard by the fey to one of the human characters. He was the strong and silent type and it took a while to get to know him but once I did, he really opened up. In a sort of taciturn, silent way. I love him to little bits, much to his discomfort.
And yesterday, he showed me how he was going to die.
It was so unexpected. There I was, reading random fanfic while at work (my protest against the blocking of LJ...) when a line in one of the stories I was reading suddenly inspired an amazing image of light and energy and self-sacrifice. And there was Mack, pointing at this image and quietly telling me that this was how he was going to die.
It’s the first time I’ve ever had to creep out of the workroom and into the toilets so I could cry about the death of a character whose story I haven’t even written. I was amazed at myself, in fact, sitting there in the loo with tears running down my face. How could he do this to me?
I’d like to know I'm not alone, though. In fact, I need to know I’m not alone. Someone else tell me I’m not the only one whose characters decide to die on them without asking permission first. Please?
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on 2006-11-10 01:05 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-10 01:56 am (UTC)Anyway, as proof of my inability to kill off characters, I've since worked out a sneaky way for her to sort of come back.
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on 2006-11-10 02:14 am (UTC)But my character's take over so quickly. Jinate, the lead of Under Darker Skies, was originally a strange low-level soldier. Now he's prince of a demonic race.
Jerk.
XD
*scritches* I feel for you, my dear. I think all we can do is gripe among equals. ^___^
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on 2006-11-10 02:20 am (UTC)There is only one exception to this rule, but that story isn't done yet and so my worst nightmare may yet come to pass.
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on 2006-11-10 02:42 am (UTC)Umm...back on topic. Other than that once vague instance, I don't think I've had a beloved protagonist threaten to die. I have a beloved villain who is threatening, but I may have to be firm with him and bargain for mere insanity. We shall see. He'll probably wind up gored, anyway, in the name of poetic justice. *sigh* You're not alone. I can say that I haven't cried over him, however.
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on 2006-11-10 02:55 am (UTC)I wonder if I could persuade Mack to mysteriously recover. Alas, I don't like my chances at the moment; he is most taken by this glorious, self-sacrificing death of his.
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on 2006-11-10 03:04 am (UTC)Good luck with keeping that character of yours alive. Keep an eye on them at all times and you should be right. ;)
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on 2006-11-10 03:05 am (UTC)*wails*
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on 2006-11-10 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-10 03:19 am (UTC)Ah well, a little griping among equals is better than suffering alone. :D
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on 2006-11-10 03:20 am (UTC)Sorry, hun. Ah, but it's been this way my entire life. I have an outline. Getting it fleshed out is a whole separate issue. I sometimes wake up with a wonderful plot in my head and a set of characters to boot, but no ending to accompany it. Then I spend the rest of the day pondering over how to get past the loopholes in the story to make it readable. Then I give up after a while. Kind of sad, really...
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on 2006-11-10 03:21 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-10 03:23 am (UTC)Hope the groaning zombie heads dream stays away for a while.
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on 2006-11-10 03:32 am (UTC)You know, normal and sane is quite over-rated. I used to write my stories from beginning to end - that is, as far as reading it went. Often, they'd skip about and jump from place to place as I was going along. But it sometimes get so boring. I can see a good bit up on the horizon, but I have to write all this boring stuff before I can get there. So now I tend to write bits and pieces as they appeal to me. At the moment, one of my stories consists purely of a final scene and some vague ideas of what happened beforehand. It's most unlike my "normal" way of writing... and I like it!
I sometimes wish there was an easier way to get those characters and outlines to just form themselves into a story other than writing it myself. :P
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on 2006-11-10 03:34 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-10 03:35 am (UTC)Blast my complete lack of useable mind!
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on 2006-11-10 03:38 am (UTC)No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to write something from beginning to end. Even in scientific writing, I often start with the most basic part and expand on the discussion from there. In fact, I think that was how I was taught. Ruined my creative methods forever.
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on 2006-11-10 03:53 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-10 04:20 am (UTC)*big hugs, passes the tissue box, and cries with you*
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on 2006-11-10 04:59 am (UTC)But death scenes, and killing characters, is fascinating, really. I don't know...it's really sad, and it's weird because you at once really do have control (right?) over their lives and deaths, and at the same time, you don't. It's a strange paradox, I guess. And a lot of times, yeah, it involves the character choosing his death, which people so rarely get to do in real life. It's just so odd!
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on 2006-11-10 05:58 am (UTC)I feel so sorry for him but I guess this is what comes of being the sort of character who doesn't say a lot with words; eventually, you end up saying A LOT by destroying yourself to save someone else.
Still, it's all very dramatic, isn't it? It doesn't hurt to have a bit of angst and drama thrown in every now and then. :D
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on 2006-11-10 06:01 am (UTC)Rine died? How did I miss that? And what did she go and do that for? Why do these characters do this to us?
You're right - it is a weirdly fascinating feeling to have absolute control and absolutely none at all over our characters. I wonder if we writers are ever really in control at any stage of the writing process...
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on 2006-11-10 06:03 am (UTC)Well, my villain is delightfully obnoxious. I love to detest him. He thinks he's Mr. Darcy, but he's not.
Best of luck with Mack. I hope he learns to behave.
And thank you. The zombie dreams suck.
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on 2006-11-10 06:03 am (UTC)I hear you on the academic-writing-destroying-creativity. I couldn't write any fiction at all last year when I was studying, otherwise I would have spent half my time looking for quotes to back up what I was writing about and making sure I was footnoting them properly...
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on 2006-11-10 06:51 am (UTC)I do like the sound of your villain who thinks he's Mr. Darcy. Is he in the Cassandra story, or is this from something different?
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on 2006-11-10 10:48 am (UTC)And I cry over them all the time. Not just death, but sadness. It is one of the problems with being a truly immersive writer. You go through the ups and downs together.
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on 2006-11-10 11:17 am (UTC)So you're saying that all of your characters want those horrible things to happen to them? :P
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on 2006-11-10 11:24 am (UTC)I seem to be a conduit for misery. It's an interesting thought isn't it.
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on 2006-11-10 02:59 pm (UTC)There's always a way, and some ways happen in parallel universes rather than this one, but they happen nonetheless.
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on 2006-11-10 05:01 pm (UTC)Not-Mr.-Darcy is, indeed, Cassandra's nemesis. I need to work on him a bit, but there are some lovely sniping bits of dialogue that I'm looking forward to writing after I get some papers done.
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on 2006-11-10 10:07 pm (UTC)I can't say I've cried over my characters, but it takes a lot to get me to cry. I kind of wish it were otherwise, because I have felt abject guilt and misery on behalf of my characters - especially this epic fic I'm co-authoring, where my favorite character gets thrown in prison and beaten almost to death. Gah. That put me in a funk for days, and it's not like you can really talk to people about it, is it?
Them: What's wrong, Nicole?
Me: Billy almost died!
Them: Who's Billy?
Me: Er, someone in my head.
Them: ...Ah. Right.
*awkward silence*
Me: Oh, shut up.
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on 2006-11-10 10:44 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-10 10:46 pm (UTC)The whole crying-over-imaginary-character's-death thing was a first for me. I've been moved to the whole guilt and misery thing, but never to tears before.
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on 2006-11-10 10:53 pm (UTC)Not happy with it, i rewrote that moment, and forced her to stay alive. Twenty thousand words later i realised my mistake and had to scrap all those words, go back and let her die.
And it's kept happening. Over and Over. But at least now i know to listen and let it happen. Nothing worse then having to chuck 20 thousand words.
So yeah, not alone there :P
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on 2006-11-11 06:56 am (UTC)I shall now dance the dance of one who is happy to discover she's not alone in crying over the deaths of her own imaginary characters.
*does so*
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on 2006-11-11 07:32 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-11-11 07:34 am (UTC)