Is
People Watching Really That Nosy?
I’m
not sure if some of the rest of you do this, but I LOVE to people
watch. The Italians do it constantly, and I think they have it right.
Now before you freak out on me and start screaming “STALKER!”,
just let me explain.
Where
I’m sat at the moment, I’m looking out of my study window to
outside our cottage. Our cottage happens to sit along the route for
the Cleveland Coast-to-Coast walk. It’s a beautiful walk that runs
from the Irish Sea at St Bees to the North Sea at Robin Hood’s Bay,
and is around 192 miles. It passes through three national parks and
really is something that everyone should do at least once. Well, I
get an awful lot of walkers coming past my window on this long walk,
some of them from as far afield as Australia and America. All of them
look very different, some of them wearing thick coats, others with an
MP3 player plugged in their ears.
And
when I’m running dry on what to write on the screen in front of me,
I like to look out of the window and try to restart my brain once
more. And when someone walks past in their little group, I like to
make up a story for them, if they look interesting. I’ll give you
an example, which will probably also give you a little insight into
how my mind works. (You have been warned.)
A
lady just went past on her own, apart from her group, carrying a
heavy pack on her back, and wearing no coat, despite the weather
being a little cooler today. She has wrap-around shades on, and looks
as though she is concentrating very heavily on something. so, to
build a story for her, I begin to ask some questions.
Why
is she walking on her own? Perhaps she has fallen out with the group.
Perhaps she thinks they are not taking the walk seriously. Yes, I
think it’s that one, looking at how they are laughing and taking
their time, but she looks like she is thinking of nothing else.
Why
isn’t she wearing a coat? It could be as simple as she is too warm,
but it really is cold today. Maybe it’s because she wants to feel
the cold-yes, she is punishing herself in some way. Which leads to
the question-
Why
is she doing this walk? She doesn’t look as though she is enjoying
it much. This is where I really use some artistic licence. From the
way she looks, and is concentrating, she is heavily driven. Perhaps
she has always been driven, and used to work in a high-flying job in
an advertising agency or such. She had a wonderful grandmother who
had brought her up since she was ten. The reason she is so driven is
because her parents were very poor, and died when she was young. She
never wanted to feel that way again, so her life became about money.
Her grandmother was sad to see this. Her grandmother recently died,
and her last words to her grand-daughter were, “Life is about more
than money. You must experience life. You must do more with your
life.” The lady spent several weeks crying in secret and grappling
with this after her death, and eventually had a break-down at work,
forcing her company to put her on extended leave. She made her mind
up to follow what her grandmother asked of her, and made up a list of
all the great things she could think of to do. So one of those things
is to do this work, and her thoughts are constantly on her
grandmother.
So
now we have a story for this lady. We can give her a name…erm….Linda.
And now she will at some point become a character in a book of mine.
(Seriously, no-one pinch this, I will use it, and I’ll know where
you got it from. Then I will hunt you down and beat you with…a
KIPPER!)
And
that is how I sometimes build my most interesting characters. So if
you ever see me staring at you on the bus or at a coffee shop, don’t
freak out, it’s only because you’re about to become that strange
fey-like creature in my book that grows fangs. Nothing to worry about
at all.
So
how do you build your characters? Is it as weird(nosy) as this? Or do
you have another method?
Here is the info on Erin! Been waiting forever for this one!
Erin is the werewolf Queen of Athol Castle. She has no memories of the events of a few months ago, where she believed herself to be a psychologist, and met the enigmatic and charming Conner...
Filtiarn has taken over Conner’s body once more, and is relishing being in control. Cruel and sensual, he decides to work on a plan...to take over humanity. He begins a war...of werewolves against humans. But unknown to him, Conner is fighting against him within his own body, to set things right, and to bring Erin back from her own darkness. He tries to undo a great mistake from long ago, using Erin’s famed sword, Sioctine, as remnants of his own memory come back to him, opening up the present he now lives in.
At the same time, another enemy is using the situation to their advantage, following the werewolves at every turn, threatening to undo everything that Conner is struggling to obtain...
But will he be able to bring Erin back from Filtiarn’s grasp, or is it too late? And will he be able to stop the war against the humans progressing?
And who is threatening to take over not only the humans, but the werewolves as well?
The Italian by Elaine Coffman
