Nope, the title of this post isn’t about zombies – it’s about my glorious 9-day blogging hiatus! While I missed you all, I have to admit it was nice to take a little break. Everyone needs a break once in a while, don’t you think? Oh, and I’m pretty sure I’ve missed some blogfests I signed up for. Sorry about that. Really. I apologize if you came here looking for a blogfest entry and found this instead. Oh well, keep reading – maybe you’ll enjoy it…?
While I was gone, I started thinking about my second completed novel, Synthesis, and how different I felt when I finished it than when I finished The Clearing. The characters in Synthesis seem so much more real to me, so much stronger. Why is that? What was the difference?
And then it hit me: QUIRKS!
What makes a great character? Well, think about people you describe as a “character,” as in, “Oh, that guy is such a character!” Why did you describe them that way? Probably it had something to do with his spot-on Donald Trump impression or the way he never could go to a restaurant without spilling his drink all over the table. Or possibly you have a friend who always wears bright red lipstick that somehow gets smudged on everything she touches, or a friend who bears an uncanny similarity to her dog.
In other words, it’s quirks that make a character.
And this got me thinking: Everyone has at least one quirk. There are quirks all around us. And we should be using these quirks to help us write better characters.
I considered what my biggest quirk would be (and believe me, there are thousands to choose from) and you know what I came up with?
Get ready, ’cause it’s weird. Bizarre, even.
My biggest quirk is this: Every time I walk into a public bathroom – whether it’s at my workplace or the world’s grungiest gas station or somewhere in between – every time I walk into a public bathroom, there’s a split second right when I’m opening the stall door where I wonder if I’m going to find a dead body inside.
Seriously. It happens every. dang. time.
Have I ever found a dead body in a public bathroom? No. And chances are I never will. But the thought always crosses my mind.
So my question for you is this: What’s your biggest quirk? Do you have an unnatural aversion to kittens? Secretly love the smell of your husband’s sweaty socks? What is it?
I can’t wait to read your comments on this one!