Forgetting to love

Hi Blog Land.

I am having a bit of trouble getting my characters to fall in love, or to display “real” love…between “real” people. I don’t know if this is because my relationships have been precarious, or if it’s because I am currently riding on a different wavelength from my partner. We are going through a nasty hump, but it’s nothing to be dramatic about. We are both aware of it and just allowing each other to express the apathy that comes after being with someone for over six year. Ugh, you smell! Ugh, walk faster! Ugh, ugh, ugh! You know what I’m talking about; trivial situations that don’t really mean anything. Or at least don’t really amount to anything that means we are horrible people. Passive aggressive, yes. Weird, yes. Unwilling to grow up, definitely.

My poor characters meet in high school, and they have a child during their last semester. Although I know someone who’s gone through this situation –what I’m really having trouble is, getting into the mind of my male character. Why? Because he also will also enlist in the army. I have interviewed two veterans in this process, and quite frankly the military experience is a sensitive subject. Aside from there being a lot of different titles in the Army, there are also some topics that were really uncomfortable for some of my subjects. I wonder if this is the character I must let go of. It hurts me to say this, but he might be. Or maybe I can work more on my lead character, and focus on him afterwards. Right now, they’re not gelling.

They always end up in some argument in my head, or some dramatic situation that causes my character to do something extreme, which frankly doesn’t fit my current style.

Maybe I’m afraid to go there.

Well, we’ll see where it goes. If you have any good suggestions about the development of love – please share. I have a good idea of my experiences, but sometimes it’s good to get some feedback outside of my personal circle. Ugh, this feels like the time my male acting teacher stood in front of class and asked me to imitate his sexy walk. Apparently, I sucked at being a sexy woman. My life!

Alrighty.

Back to people watching and eavesdropping.

Tall Green Leprechaun

It’s terrible Blog Land. Absolutely terrible. But every time I meet and Irish person I think about stereotypes. Like wow, magic! Or, this is my lucky day! Or…where’s me pot ‘o gold?! –and stuff like that.

It makes me wonder about character development.

Do we consistently trap our characters into personas who aren’t necessarily living to their full potential because we have some preconceived notion of what this character is like…based on stereotypes? …(Woooh!)     And if so, why do we do that? We live in a world where stereotype still exists, and for some bizarre reason we use it to navigate through our creative processes too.

This man, I am talking about, he’s a musician and a theatre worker. That’s all I know. I can leave the rest to my imagination, BUT I am on a mission to fight against stereotypes. Especially the negative ones. Geez, brain, you really need to clean out the attic. I pledge not to write a short story where he turns into a tall green leprechaun that grants all my wishes. I just won’t do it.