Post by Pseudomuse on Mar 29, 2006 18:18:05 GMT -8
This is originally from the NaNoWriMo forums, but passed on by a friend.
If your characters could vent at you in letter form what would they say?
my example...
Dear Author,
I debated on sending you this, debated even writing it. Here I am wandering even before I begin. Question one, why is my hair green? Does it have to stay green? It's an effin horrible color for hair, and I should know, cause currently, as in right now, my hair is green. Green and hair should not be in the same sentence. Green is for grass, green is for leaves, green is for shrubbery. Green is not for hair. Oh, no, missy, this is just the beginning. First, my hair is green, then you give me him. He is entirely too happy, unemployed, doesn't do a lick of work; to put it nicely he is a mooch. He is not my boyfriend, brother, or other relative; he is not even a friend. What's more, he sleeps on my couch, and if I wasn't so much of a sloth myself I'd kick him out. Oh how I’ve longed to dropkick that glamorous ass of his. I don't know why he stays, other than the couch, after all my only redeeming quality, says he, is that I make reasonably good french toast. Bah, and to make matters worse, my parents are, what was your term - pot smoking commune hippies. For the love of all that is good and right in the world why did you name me after a plant?
- Sage (Artemis Eden)
If your characters could vent at you in letter form what would they say?
my example...
Dear Author,
I debated on sending you this, debated even writing it. Here I am wandering even before I begin. Question one, why is my hair green? Does it have to stay green? It's an effin horrible color for hair, and I should know, cause currently, as in right now, my hair is green. Green and hair should not be in the same sentence. Green is for grass, green is for leaves, green is for shrubbery. Green is not for hair. Oh, no, missy, this is just the beginning. First, my hair is green, then you give me him. He is entirely too happy, unemployed, doesn't do a lick of work; to put it nicely he is a mooch. He is not my boyfriend, brother, or other relative; he is not even a friend. What's more, he sleeps on my couch, and if I wasn't so much of a sloth myself I'd kick him out. Oh how I’ve longed to dropkick that glamorous ass of his. I don't know why he stays, other than the couch, after all my only redeeming quality, says he, is that I make reasonably good french toast. Bah, and to make matters worse, my parents are, what was your term - pot smoking commune hippies. For the love of all that is good and right in the world why did you name me after a plant?
- Sage (Artemis Eden)