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the-right-writing: Character Questions

(via the-right-writing)

  • What would completely break your character?

  • What was the best thing in your character’s life?
  • What was the worst thing in your character’s life?
  • What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?
  • Does your character work so that they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?
  • What is your character reluctant to tell people?
  • How does your character feel about sex?
  • How many friends does your character have?
  • How many friends does your character want?
  • What would your character make a scene in public about?
  • What would your character give their life for?
  • What are your character’s major flaws?
  • What does your character pretend or try to care about?
  • How does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?
  • What is your character afraid of?
  • What is something most people in your setting do that your character things is dumb?
  • Where would your character fall on a politeness/rudeness scale?

These are all solid questions that we should ask ourselves whenever we are creating our characters. To discover more top notch writing advice, tips and examples from the-right-writing’s blog then visit their website. They are a phenomenal resource with a fun interesting posts for writers. 

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When A Writer Falls In Love

We stayed up till two am writing poetry, each syllable carefully chosen

as I dissected any metaphors I came across along the way.  They call us sensitive,

the dreamers who lack personal experience but make up for it in heart.

I’ve written about sex so much one might call me a whore when in reality,

I’m the biggest virgin you’ll ever meet.  We fell for our sins,

lusted for the day we could reenact those deeds we only so dared to write about.

Each day to make up for the loneliness,

I’d write a poem in your honor,

only to delete it out of sheer embarrassment.  I feel pathetic for writing out this romance,

for shitty prose could never make up for human interaction, could never make up for

the sensation of not being alone.  In my head, I cough like a chain smoker when the closest

I’ve been to a cigarette is watching the men in London light them as easily as children light sparklers.

Sometimes I think ink and paper are my only friends because they’re always there,

unlike you, and they listen just as well too.

They blot up ugly words and make them sound beautiful again,

just as my sheets do as I’m crying because you called me a word I’ve never been allowed before.

I’ve stayed up till two am trying to write something that explains how often I think about

how I can’t write.  No amount of tongue can seek truth anymore,

I love you in every language, every word that I come across explains nothing but the

hollow I feel in my chest.  And I think the day I finally get to touch you,

I’ll break, even cracks on the surface while everything else underneath will be


by  http://itsfrightening.tumblr.com/

* Elegant poem I found on Tumblr. Raw. Beautiful. Perfect.

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