The best littl' character - part two!
Yesterday's post discussed the 5 different methods to present a character. My exercise of using the latter 4 methods on the character of Gil "Grandpa" Myers from my novel continues with:
4. Speech. “I do not use profanity, nor am I prone to slang. Such terms degrade the English language. I’m not against the occasional conjunction, abbreviation, or compound words. Clearly, I am not a purist, but I have standards.
"Do you know what a ‘leading question’ is, young man? You best become acquainted with that expression, as I ask leading questions frequently. Asking a leading question often puts me in a position of power over the question’s target: if the recipient does not know the answer, a concise definition on my part creates a dichotomy of teacher versus pupil. If the recipient does know the answer, I have forced them to bring up my topic, thus they must submit to the discussion as I would have it run. I also find sarcasm useful now and then. I do enjoy jokes, but most tend towards vulgar or insult my personal code of ethics, and I have never been skilled in crafting my own.
"I do not take the Lord’s name in vain. While I seek to be judicious to those who uphold a different faith or code of conduct than I do, it is my duty as a Saint to try to illuminate the true faith to those disillusioned souls and to correct those in the Church who have strayed, whether inadvertently or by choice. For it shall come to pass that our Holy Father will meet us on Judgment Day to separate the true believers from the ambivalent, the misled, and the perfidious, admitting our souls to the Celestial, the Terrestial, or Telestial Kingdoms, or condemning us to suffer the outer darkness for eternity. On that day, I will rise up into the Celestial Kingdom to live forevermore. This I know is true, and I intend to share that information with every man, woman, or child within hearing so that they may choose to join me in paradise."
5. Thought. Deliberate. I must be deliberate. I cannot afford to make missteps, to reveal the inner blackness which chews at the lining of my stomach, my intestines, my lungs, and my liver. Secrets are made for keeping and I am a man of my word. The black thoughts only come to me when I become idle. I must focus on activities and following through with every intention to keep the receptors and signalers in my mind well-greased and moving. Stillness allows too much space for those thoughts to slip through and sink roots. I will not be consumed by the evils I have witnessed, committed, feared, or thought. I must stay focused. The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not wont. He makes me lay down in green pastures. He binds me in His strong rope, my body and soul bared face-up to the spring sky. The wind hurries the pale gray clouds across the cornflower sky to clear space for the charcoal thunderheads that roll in from the west. He leaves me there and the thunder croaks and claps, the lightening flicks and flacks. He leaves me there and the hailstones pelt my body, freckling my skin with red splotches. He leaves me there and the rains begin, pouring down and blowing hard, beating against my skin until it is scrubbed clean of the rotten sin. He leads me not into temptation, but delivers me from evil, each and every time he leaves me there.
An Elder duck.
This exercise was so liberating for me! I really enjoyed stepping into another character's voice. Especially this character, who my point-of-view (POV) character Sam only knows in a very specific, limited capacity. Sam knows his grandfather as someone who disapproves of his mother, as a patronizing, headstrong father to Sam's father, as a Mormon blow-hard, as an old man, and as an occasionally doting grandfather. But it's what Sam doesn't know about Gil that creates an intriguing character. So I'm glad I've delved deeper. Especially because I finished a 30+ page chapter today that revolved heavily around the two of them!
I did page and word counts today, so I could pat myself on the back. I have written 302 pages on my novel (Times New Roman, size 12, double space)! I can't believe I'm over 300 pages. Per word count, I'm around 89,000 words. The average first novel falls in between 80,000 and 100,000 words. SO by that measuring stick, I should be about done. Except I'm not. There's so much more to write! But after I finish the full first draft, there will be so much to cut and trim and condense. Even though I've plenty of work ahead of me, it is still so exciting to look
at this work's growth from when I began writing it three years ago and now.
4. Speech. “I do not use profanity, nor am I prone to slang. Such terms degrade the English language. I’m not against the occasional conjunction, abbreviation, or compound words. Clearly, I am not a purist, but I have standards.
"Do you know what a ‘leading question’ is, young man? You best become acquainted with that expression, as I ask leading questions frequently. Asking a leading question often puts me in a position of power over the question’s target: if the recipient does not know the answer, a concise definition on my part creates a dichotomy of teacher versus pupil. If the recipient does know the answer, I have forced them to bring up my topic, thus they must submit to the discussion as I would have it run. I also find sarcasm useful now and then. I do enjoy jokes, but most tend towards vulgar or insult my personal code of ethics, and I have never been skilled in crafting my own.
"I do not take the Lord’s name in vain. While I seek to be judicious to those who uphold a different faith or code of conduct than I do, it is my duty as a Saint to try to illuminate the true faith to those disillusioned souls and to correct those in the Church who have strayed, whether inadvertently or by choice. For it shall come to pass that our Holy Father will meet us on Judgment Day to separate the true believers from the ambivalent, the misled, and the perfidious, admitting our souls to the Celestial, the Terrestial, or Telestial Kingdoms, or condemning us to suffer the outer darkness for eternity. On that day, I will rise up into the Celestial Kingdom to live forevermore. This I know is true, and I intend to share that information with every man, woman, or child within hearing so that they may choose to join me in paradise."
5. Thought. Deliberate. I must be deliberate. I cannot afford to make missteps, to reveal the inner blackness which chews at the lining of my stomach, my intestines, my lungs, and my liver. Secrets are made for keeping and I am a man of my word. The black thoughts only come to me when I become idle. I must focus on activities and following through with every intention to keep the receptors and signalers in my mind well-greased and moving. Stillness allows too much space for those thoughts to slip through and sink roots. I will not be consumed by the evils I have witnessed, committed, feared, or thought. I must stay focused. The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not wont. He makes me lay down in green pastures. He binds me in His strong rope, my body and soul bared face-up to the spring sky. The wind hurries the pale gray clouds across the cornflower sky to clear space for the charcoal thunderheads that roll in from the west. He leaves me there and the thunder croaks and claps, the lightening flicks and flacks. He leaves me there and the hailstones pelt my body, freckling my skin with red splotches. He leaves me there and the rains begin, pouring down and blowing hard, beating against my skin until it is scrubbed clean of the rotten sin. He leads me not into temptation, but delivers me from evil, each and every time he leaves me there.
An Elder duck.This exercise was so liberating for me! I really enjoyed stepping into another character's voice. Especially this character, who my point-of-view (POV) character Sam only knows in a very specific, limited capacity. Sam knows his grandfather as someone who disapproves of his mother, as a patronizing, headstrong father to Sam's father, as a Mormon blow-hard, as an old man, and as an occasionally doting grandfather. But it's what Sam doesn't know about Gil that creates an intriguing character. So I'm glad I've delved deeper. Especially because I finished a 30+ page chapter today that revolved heavily around the two of them!
I did page and word counts today, so I could pat myself on the back. I have written 302 pages on my novel (Times New Roman, size 12, double space)! I can't believe I'm over 300 pages. Per word count, I'm around 89,000 words. The average first novel falls in between 80,000 and 100,000 words. SO by that measuring stick, I should be about done. Except I'm not. There's so much more to write! But after I finish the full first draft, there will be so much to cut and trim and condense. Even though I've plenty of work ahead of me, it is still so exciting to lookat this work's growth from when I began writing it three years ago and now.
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