Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Creating a Character: Carli from The Willow and the Stone




I’m a highly organized person, though there are those who may have been in my home that might think otherwise.  But seriously, I can’t think straight without a roadmap of some sort to guide me along, especially when it comes to writing.  Before I scribble the first line of a story, I have to create my characters.

My main character from The Willow and the Stone is Carli Dixon.  Like most of my characters, she is based loosely on a facet of myself, at least emotionally.  Like the younger me (as in 25 years ago when I first committed this character to paper), Carli is terrified of many things:  death, taking responsibility for herself, trusting in her own abilities.  Now while I have never had the dubious luxury of depending on others to take care of me and coddle my insecurities, Carli has found someone who will.  So Carli is pretty much me if I’d ever had someone willing to shoulder all my welfare – dependent, frightened, and not much of a survivor.  Fortunately, she does have some sterner stuff inside her, an inner strength that comes out when the chips are down. 

I knew this was the core of the character when I first began to put her together.  But there was a lot more I had to figure out before I could unleash her on her adventure.  So here’s the list I used to put her together, both mentally and physically:

Shortcomings
Special attribute
Motive
Past Event that Had the Most Influence on the Person She Became
Strengths
Height/weight
Hair
Eyes
Features
Birthplace
Age


These items helped me paint a picture of the character.  By doing this right away, I would know how she would move and act and feel in the situations she was placed in.  I would be less likely to make her act ‘out of character’.

So by using the items in my list, here are the building blocks that resulted in Carli Dixon:

Shortcomings:  This was pretty obvious right off the bat.  Carli starts off essentially as a coward.  She lets her companion Renee run the show even when she knows she’d be better off in charge.  Her overwhelming fear of death rules her.

Special attribute:  Carli possesses a sixth sense that allows her to see the future and communicate telepathically with her long-distance friend, Leo Black Elk.

Motive:  To survive in an alien-infested world.

Past Event that Had the Most Influence on the Person She Became:  Carli had two major events in her childhood.  The first was foreseeing the death of her older brother.  When no one believed her warnings, he was killed.  The second event was the death of her beloved grandmother.  When Carli could discern no hint that the soul of her devout grandparent continued in any way, she suffered a loss of faith and became obsessively terrified of death.

Strengths:  Despite a seemingly wimpy surface, Carli can get tough and stand her ground when she needs to.  As the ‘willow’ in The Willow and the Stone, she bends but she does not break.  She is a survivor and ultimately a badass in spite of herself.

Height/weight:  Something that usually puts Carli at a disadvantage is her very small stature.  She is often misidentified by strangers as a child.  This only exacerbates her self-perception as helpless and weak.

Hair:  Blond and very long.  When you’re being threatened by bloodsucking aliens at every turn, you don’t get to the salon too often.

Eyes:  Big and blue

Features:  Again, this is a part of her that makes her and others identify her as weak.  She has the face of a delicate china doll.  She’s extremely pretty and seemingly fragile.

Birthplace:  The mountains of North Carolina.

Age:  Late 20’s.

So this is the snapshot of Carli that I ended up with.  She became my very reluctant heroine, a person that grew to reach her potential by the end of the story.  Along her journey, she displayed moments of strength that hinted to who she could be, if she’d only have a little faith in herself.  It was a fun evolution to write.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Willow and the Stone Excerpt



            Before this horrible day, Carli thought the safety of daylight all too brief.  Knowing this nightfall would deliver them into the insectile clutches of the Old Ones, time sped faster than ever.  The far off voices of the farmers faded as the sun sank in the sky.  The prisoners huddled in a corner of the cage, Adam's big arms wrapped about each woman.  As daylight waned, a pearly mist crept in curling tendrils about their bodies.  The mist should be gray, Carli thought, then wondered why she expected that.  The memory of a dream, a nightmare perhaps...
            She thought of her Native American friend.  Would he know when the Old Ones killed the woman he called Willow?  Would he grieve for her?
            Daylight died.  Night collapsed on them, dark and forbidding.  Her ears strained to hear the cricket sound of alien speech.
            Only minutes after the dark descended, the sound of alien chittering buzzed through the fog.  All three prisoners lunged to their feet and clutched frantic hands.  Quiet returned for a moment.  Carli's rasping breath roared in her ears.  She pressed against the bars as far as she could get from the door she couldn’t see in the fog.
            The cage rattled.  The sound that haunted her nightmares exploded in her ears from all around.
            Chittering.  Chirping.
            Renee screamed.  Her dim form jerked away into the mist.  Adam thrashed then he too disappeared, his hand torn from Carli's grip.  Mute with terror, she crouched on the ground, shaking her head in silent negation. 
            Something caressed her cheek with a bristled touch.  A quick pain stabbed her neck.  She found her voice.  "No!  No!"  Sobbing denials, she slapped at the face of the thing that pulled her close.  Her limbs swung heavy, useless.  Her eyes thudded shut.  The wild thumping of her heart slowed.
            An image of a tall beautiful man with long black hair drifted before her closed eyes.  Help me.  I don't want to die.  So scared...
            The man who called her Willow reached for her just before disappearing in the dark void.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday – The Willow and the Stone




Faces pressed all around, evaluating them with predatory stares.  Renee and Adam backed close to the travois.  Carli felt smothered.  She didn’t see a friendly face in the lot.  Not one glimpse of compassion.  What was wrong with this mob?

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Friday, June 8, 2012

First Five Friday – The Willow and the Stone



                Carli drifted in a dream, a rotten-egg smelling, fog enshrouded nightmare.  Mist clung to her with clammy fingers that pulled on her hair and clothes so they hung limp.  Dim gray light showed her the fog’s tendrils curl in a joyless dance.  The dingy haze swallowed her legs below her knees.

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Thursday, June 7, 2012


Best Sci-Fi Spoofs

With the announcement that former members of Monty Python are reuniting for a sci-fi movie spoof (please, please, please, and get sole holdout Eric Idle to join in), I started thinking how many laughs I've gotten from other humorous takes on the genre.  Here, in no particular order, are some faves:

Young Frankenstein


Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Ah! Very good. Would you mind telling me whose brain I DID put in? 
Igor: Then you won't be angry?
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: I will NOT be angry.
Igor: Abby someone.
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: [pause, then] Abby someone. Abby who?
Igor: Abby... Normal.
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: [pause, then] Abby Normal?

Spaceballs


Dark Helmet: You have the ring, and I see your Schwartz is as big as mine. Now let's see how well you handle it.

Galaxy Quest


Mmm…Monte Cristo

Mathesar: We have enjoyed preparing many of your esoteric dishes. Your Monte Cristo sandwich is a current favorite among the adventurous.

Mars Attacks


Grandma Florence Norris: They blew up Congress! Ha ha ha ha!

Something, Something, Something, Dark Side (and all the rest of the Family Guy/Star Wars parodies)


Luke/Chris: Echo-3 to Echo-7. Han old buddy, are you there?
Han/Peter: Luke, we talked about this. I changed my codename.
Luke/Chris: Oh, right. Echo-3 to Carlos Spiceyweener.
Han/Peter: Carlos Spiceyweener here.


Sunday, June 3, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday – Lilith’s Return (WIP)


Oh God, there was so much pain in that other place.
Later, she would think that last thought was what had summoned the golden light.  It crept in so gradually that she was not aware of it at first.  Who knew how long the Other had waited for those words, patiently biding its time?  But time was meaningless here.  Seconds felt like eons, and eternity waned within seconds.

Friday, June 1, 2012

First Five Friday – Lilith’s Return (WIP)


Scene 1

Oblivion.  Nowhere.  Perfect, sublime nothingness.
            This was the place she went between struggles.  Where pain disappeared and she could huddle with her disappointment and anger