If my characters came to life. I’m sure the first thing they’d do is murder me. I have a tendency to drag them into the darkest corners and let societies wrong doers have their way with them. The reason for that is that I put a little of myself into each character. Something small like a character trait, and use that as the foundation. Then continue to build further on. White or black. Male or female. I have some character traits from myself into them. But I try not to be Tarantino. I don’t want my characters all to sound like me. Like I said in the last Writing Wednesday. I want them to be a reflection of society, someone you know. The reason for this is I try to concur something I see in myself.
Perhaps the darker a characters back story the deeper the reason they have to over come. Despite the dark tone I do like happy endings. Unfortunately there is no pure happy ending in every story. Even if that war veteran makes it out of the trenches and is embraced by loved ones. There is no way watching numerous friends die horrible needless deaths will most likely haunt him for the rest of his life.
The struggle of our heroes never ceases. Once they overcome that final obstacle, and the reader closes the book. They no longer exist. But in real life a lot of our heroes don’t become heroes until they die. Making their work of art which sold for a loaf of bread during the depression worth millions later on. That’s reality. But there is beauty in everything. If you look for it. You’ll find it. That’s what I like to do with my characters is explore the beauty in their world no matter if the genre is comedy or horror. Nobody wants to read a character who sits on the coach drinking beer.