They are speaking to me again!
Who are they, those voices who whisper words to me across a veil as thin as thought?
Don’t worry folks, I’m not suffering from some severe mental deficiency that conjures an overtly passive aggressive yet oddly charming phantom version of me that is attempting to persuade me to plot the murder of a couple of vertically challenged, hairy footed fellas just because one of them has a shiny golden ring! I am of course referring to those voices that come accompanied by the conversations that emanate as a result of the effort you have put into your work as a writer of fiction. Or in my case, fantasy fiction. To create a world of fantasy and to populate it with creatures and characters can be a particularly satisfying process. Now I find that this world, Ayl’gard, which was once as empty as a graveyard with only a vague historical template in place is becoming busier and busier with each passing week.
It is a peculiar feeling as a writer isn’t it? To sit down and create a piece of prose where your characters are having a conversation with each other but through you. Without your words to bring life to a scene or a chapter, they may as well be banging their heads on brick walls in utter frustration for their inability to converse without the guidance of your hand to put into place their thoughts, feelings and echoes of intent. We provide that forum for their connections. I open the door for them, ask them to come in and I swear it is like I am merely a spectator sitting by the side, merely giving a voice or two to a situation that is unravelling marvellously before my eyes. All in my own head at first and then onto the page.
Did I mention that this is all very peculiar? But a good kind of peculiar. Not ‘Oh there he goes again staring through the neighbours windows with his pen and notepad looking for inspiration and smiling as they give him the finger whilst secretly disappointed they aren’t inviting him in for some tea and biscuits’ peculiar! There are plenty of opportunities to gain inspiration without resorting to pissing off the neighbours.
So who are they really, these fragments? Where do they come from? Are they figments of me, my imagination, because I often ponder the possibility that this world of fantasy I have created and populated with fictional characters is slowly acquiring some sentience. A life of its own. And such a notion, as ridiculous as it might seem to some, is absolutely brilliant to me.
Some regions of Ayl’gard are quieter than others when formulating ideas for stories, I will be the first to admit. Of the three continents I’ve created thus far, it is the cities and settlements of Gaiaden that have been the busiest. I’ve written a fair bit about the Middemire region and the Barony of Amberfall as some of you who visit here regularly will be aware. Not that there isn’t a mild din of voices coming from the other two, Terraden and Valleden. Maybe I have a subconscious preference for the people in Ayrlaston and Lochland just because they were the first to be crafted from the chaotic cauldron of whispers and words that is my mind. I think what brings me joy in this regard is that there is someone speaking to me from every corner of this world and it would be my utmost pleasure to be able to tell those stories. Some day.
Many writers amongst you will probably have some inkling of what I am referring to. All it takes for your characters to get chatty with each other is a few embers of imagination and those first few lines of dialogue on the page. For any of you who are just getting started for the first time with your character creation and might be uncertain as to how to proceed, just have a go and do as I suggested. Eventually you may just be filling your pages with conversation after conversation from characters beginning to take on a life of their own. In time, some of these fictional fragments may become fictional entities that will form the basis of your own story.
I don’t get the opportunity to speak with many writers face to face and so it is difficult for me to gain insight into the creative processes of others without delving online for verification of my own personal brand of weird. For the purpose of full disclosure, I am a little weird and I am completely fine with that. I think an element of ‘weird’ might actually be an unwritten, softly spoken requisite for being a writer of fiction.
How do you approach your characters and their development my fellow writers? I am intrigued.
Forged From Reverie.