When readers ask me where I get my characters, all I can say is that
they were already there. It's true. It's also true that I have to call them
into being. I believe that's the only difference between being a writer and
being
locked up for your own good. As to that - I hear voices in my head too. But
they don't
tell me what to do, they're too busy talking to each other. I have to hear
them. If
it was only my voice I heard, speaking in different accents and ranges, I'd
write
non-fiction. I hear my characters talking, and they take on a life of their
own.
The point is that these people who populate my consciousness become
very real to me.It's the knowing that I have invented them that keeps me what
we consider sane. ...well, relatively sane. Because I confess that I've been
known to fall in love with some of them, grieve for them, lose sleep over
them, and hurry to get back to them each morning when I start work again.
And always, when I finish a book, I am bereft. I miss my characters
intensely, which is why I begin another book as soon as I can.
Plots are essential.
If you're writing a historical novel, facts are essential.
But characters are what make or break a work of fiction, and they
must
always come first.
I know everything about my people: their tastes in clothing, food
and literature, whether they prefer dogs or cats or little caged birds. But
they continually surprise me as well. If they didn't, they'd only be
characters. I want people in my books.
I write for the same reasons that I read: to escape, to learn, to have an
adventure - and to find joy.
That may be why I both read and write in so many different eras.
So whether I travel to Regency England, or stay in present day New York, or
revist the Viking, Georgian, Stuart, Tudor, Colonial or Victorian eras here
and abroad, I seek the same excitement and enlightenment.
I want to know and feel what life and love was like then.
I've traveled to distant libraries, and searched musty bookshops and stalls
too. This isn't work for me, it's one of my greatest pleasures. To hold a
book in my hands that was last held by someone who has long since gone to
dust is both thrilling and humbling. It reminds me of my own mortality, and
links me to the past. It also gives me hope for the future, because if I can
find commonality with someone who lived so long before me, perhaps, some day,
someone can pick up my words and link to me.
What I've found is that life was very different in every era, but that love
and love of life is always the same.
But though I love history, I'm not a historian. I write fiction. I delight
in seeking truth, but I'm not a reporter. I tell stories. Because reality
can only take you so far, and I want to fly. I'll try to enlighten you, and
frighten you, make you sigh, and if you cry, that's OK too.
That's what I look for in a story.
Come, see what I've done so far.