Joining in Write on Wednesdays, again, at InkPaperPen.
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
OR for a different approach
* Look at how your character fits into quotes like the one at the top of my page. For example, what does YOUR character do when nobody's looking? You can find more quotes about "Character" here.
That's it from me. Write your post and link it up below, then pop around to comment on the other writing pieces. Most of all, enjoy and have fun with it!
The characterisation I wrote for this week's exercise is based on a character for the novel I'm just starting to get down on paper - it's a prequel to a YA novel I finished writing last year (but which I'm planning a professional reading of before pitching it to more publishers *the never ending treadmill*). Even though I have a fairly clear picture of Svava in my head, I have to admit I found myself waffling a bit here, so my apologies if it seems a bit weak... And, yes, I went over five minutes...
The day she met Jack, she had been sitting on a large rock, letting the winter sun warm her back through her robes. The summer heat was too strong for her and she didn't mind the cool of the sub-terrarian colony at that time of year, but since she was first permitted to travel above she'd craved the sun's light in the cooler months.
She had been confident he couldn't see her in her transformed state, it was very rare for humans to see the hidden folk without the hidden willing it. Jack - as he later introduced himself - came trudging up the rise with his easel and canvas and paints. He set up quite near Svava, side-on to her.
He was fascinating to observe, but then again Svava found all humans fascinating. They were so like the hidden folk, she could easily pass for one herself. She had played with the idea of entering the nearby town - but the laws forebade it, and her parents were pillars of their community. Setting a good example was extremely important to them.
Svava played with her long plait, watching it glisten in the sun - hints of copper among the golden blonde strands.
She'd glanced at Jack who was looking directly at her. She froze. He turned back to his canvas and flicked his brush over it's surface, then glanced in her direction again. The focus of his gaze sent electric twinges through her stomach. Svava pulled her feet up onto the rock and shifted her balance to her hands to get up and leave.
'No, stay.' Jack had murmured quietly, shifting his gaze back to his canvas...