This came up while I was writing one of my book reviews because man is it a problem.
It comes around in books every once and awhile and…it’s disappointing. To make myself clear.
The second main type of character is the static character. Static characters are the opposite of dynamic; static characters do not change. The personality of that character when he/she is introduced is the same personality when the story comes to a close.
Yes static characters are there, they exist. You see them all the time as supporting characters, add-ins, etc. But please, do not make them the main character. Please. develop characters. Make them grow, have them change.
In essence; give them a freakin personality.
I never reviewed it, but the Born at Midnight series became a DNF thanks to the lack of change in the main character. I couldn’t bear it anymore. The story around her kept moving and she just didn’t grow, no maturing, no better actions. Same thoughts, same reactions = boring and predictable.
Honestly, that’s all I feel like saying about the topic, so
Until next time,
This post was inspired by Daily Post word prompt: Punishment
Crushing down upon your head. Bruising and pounding. Trapped in the ground.
Wrapping tightly won’t let go. Every word, every touch. Brings in closer the looming pain.
Sharp and clear. Pierce your skin. Blood runs down. The pain returns.
Tempting, taunting. What holds me back? Pain releasing. Tears unfurling.
Laughter and light. Lies and betrayal. Pain and pleasure. Not time for goodbye.
I thought there were only really two types of readers, binge and those weirdos that can take their time through a series. Seriously. How do you guys do it? If any of you are reading this please talk to me ’cause I am yet to meet any of you and you’re like unicorns to me.
Anyways, this post idea pops into my head so I google types of readers. Holy shit they’re endless! There’s monogamist, polygamist, ah never mind here’s the picture:
So many ways to read and interact with books! I love it! Imagine a little emoji with heart eyes please. And some happy tears. Nah, here ya go, Continue reading “What type of reader are you?”
A one shot of a hero’s moments becoming the villain
A hand was surely gripping his throat. Pressing hands so cold they burned into his skin, directly through him. Everything felt cut off.
He could not speak.
He could not hear.
And he would not move from this spot.
Because the one thing that still worked, had to be his eyes. Eyes she loved. Loved and cherished and watched for all the secrets he apparently spilled there. The only one to say so. When had she last mentioned it? Her love of his cerulean eyes. He couldn’t remember. He wasn’t certain if she was 5 ft 2 or 5 ft 3 either.
The burn moved, trailing to his heart. Settled in sharper than before.
He hated himself more as the sharpness increased. As his breath caught and choked as the sight before him buried itself deeper into his soul. It wasn’t supposed to happen. They were supposed to make it out alive. The plan. His plan, wasn’t supposed to fail. But it had, it had failed her. It had taken her away.
Continue reading “Dawn of Darkness”
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Writer’s Block. Some of the two most terrible words ever put together. Their meaning and what it does to me are probably one of the worst possible enemies too. To anybody who likes to write, this is problem we’re all going to experience or already have. And to those who haven’t yet? Your time will come. Continue reading “Writer’s Block”
This post was inspired by Daily Post’s word prompt Understanding
I feel like this is something that can be easy to forget. Whether you remember it’s happening or the book and its events sweep you away. But I want to take a step back into what’s behind the books. How a truly good book in any genre, will have much more for you than an entertaining story. It will give you more and leave you with a gift if only you know how to find it. This, is why books and writing are held so dear to me.
Continue reading “Behind The Books”
While going through the world of internet this past while, one of the posts I discovered was about writing and tips from famous others. I thought the quotes were neat, intriguing and very real. So I thought I would share them here for my fellow writers to take a look at.
2. Elmore Leonard
DERMOT CLEARY / AP
Hope you enjoy, until next time,
“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing
One of the guys hauled in another skid, the wood perfect and with a grunt threw it atop the fire they all surrounded. For a moment, the flames lessened before consuming the wood and lighting up brilliantly. Eliana cheered with some of the others, stepping up to the flames once they calmed down. She could still hear the chattering of Tessa and Laura behind her. But they were easily tuned out by the flames. A grin spread across her face when she turned away, watching the light of the bonfire reflect off of them all in the dark.
She went back to them and sat on the bench, taking the palm bay when it was handed to her from a nearby cooler. Quickly joining back in on the conversation she basked wordlessly into the night. “El!” Daren interrupted her thoughts and she raised and eyebrow at him, “You are such a fire bug, jeez, pay attention. Do you know where your brother went?” “Yes, because my job is keeping track of my brother.” Laura elbowed her slightly in the ribs, giving her a knowing look. Eliana rolled her eyes, ignoring Laura’s grin, “He headed inside, probably for some drinking games.”
“Love your faith in me sister,” And a peck on the cheek followed by a hand buried in her hair. Eliana resisted the urge to swat him. But she was in a good mood, so she just took another sip of her drink. “Actually,” he continued, “I’m going to liven up this music and you’re going to help.” Again, Eliana found herself raising a brow. “Oh of course, your every need dear brother,” she muttered sarcastically. “That’s the spirit!” Then he leaned over and whispered something to Laura then he was gone heading over to a group and that was when she spotted the guitar in his hand.
There were three others with him for now. All bearing some kind of instrument, including, yes, a cowbell. Eliana shook her head but a laugh still made its way out her lips. One that immediately cut off when she saw Dylan coming up just behind her brother. As always, his face was set blank, but tonight there was a spark there. Which seemed to brighten as she watched him sit down and take the first strum of guitar. Immediately, the music began filling her ears as her brother joined in. Hell, even the cowbell sounded nice. It was when he sang that her breath stopped. Absolutely froze her and sent heat down to places she dared not name when he was only mere feet away from her. A smile worked its way on her face.
Continue reading “Into The Night”
This post is coming up thanks to my finishing Ugly Love because I could not stop thinking about how well Colleen Hoover made use of it in that book.
Parallelism is used for a grammar technique but also as a writing technique. And yes, today in my explanation, there is a difference. It’s also when two different situations parallel with each other, they’re similar and/or have the same motifs, ideas and/or meanings.
As an example I’ll use Ugly Love. Hoover wrote the book with one chapter in the present in Tate’s perspective and the following chapter in Miles’ perspective, the love interest. For me, what I loved was the parallelism between these two characters as they fell in love at completely different times in their lives and how it went for them. It was two worlds seamlessly combining together to form a better, more unique picture of love, loss and recovery. And I can’t forget when Hoover brought together two sides of the story (trying to avoid spoilers) into the same kind of recovery and characters returning to being whole as individuals.
In writing, as a result, I think it’s something key. It’s a way to get your readers involved, which is of course always the ultimate goal. In Ugly Love, I had moments where I literally sat back in my chair, head hanging backwards absorbing moments in the story I had just realized paralleled each other beautifully and heartbreakingly.
What does this kind of parallelism do for you?
Any tips on using it well?
Let me know in the comments!