Category Archives: Writing

Off-topic posts and discussion about writing and techniques.

Heroes Younger Than I

Anybody who has seen any of my artwork or read many of the stories I’ve written over the years probably realizes that my preferred subjects are teenagers. This may seem like a strange choice to some, perhaps, but I simply find them to be the most interesting characters.

There’s something fascinating to me about the teenage years that give them such a dynamic range of topics, struggles, and characterization. When you’re a teenager there’s still a bit of “magic” to the world, locked into that delicate balance between becoming a full-fledged adult and still being a child and having fun. You have your whole life ahead of you, and you’re getting your first tastes of responsibility, independence, and individuality. Teenagers are still finding their place in this world and working to form lasting opinions on its many issues, while at the same time trying to make sense of everything, not to mention trying to make sense of themselves and who they are as a person. This age of discovery is such a ripe bed of story and character ideas, and teenagers will naturally have some sort of character arc to them just by existing in the world of a story. Not to mention children and teenagers are always so expressive, moving in wide motions that waste energy and display their raw emotions bare for the whole world to see, not caring who else sees or hears them other than their immediate friends.

Adults, on the other hand, tend to have things figured out–even if only in their own head. They’re stiffer, less pliable, more reserved. Every action is subconsciously thought out, even things so simple as a basic walk cycle or standing in place. They’ve already been through the trying fires of adolescence and, having mastered mastered the many trials of puberty, their personalities and emotions are far more stable and static. That’s not to say I don’t find adults fascinating. It’s just that their character arcs tend to be very different in nature, and stem more from the circumstances of what’s going on around them instead of welling up from within themselves.

Sometimes I feel like I should grow up and write more “mature” characters, or start filling my sketch book with more “grown-ups”. But I never seem to stick with it for very long. The fluidity of youth is more fun to write or doodle than the subtleties of adulthood. And it’s not like I’m alone. The majority of young adult literature is written by actual adults, after all.

There’s also the difficulties of perspective. A decade ago I was a teenager. While clarity fades with time, I do still remember what it was like and how it felt. On the other hand, I’m single and don’t have any children. That makes writing from the perspective of a parent, for example, more difficult. It’s not that I can’t put myself in the place of a parent when writing a character–I do so all the time. But it takes a lot more research to craft and understand, because I can’t rely on my own experiences to the degree I can when writing about, say, young siblings interacting.

Looking back, I realize this is nothing new in my life. It seems I’ve always favored characters that are younger than myself. When I was nine, I wrote a story wherein the hero is a four year old. When I was a teenager, most of my characters where either very young teenagers, or more often preteen. Perhaps there’s more than a bit of longing to it?

Now that I’m less than a year away from thirty I’ve noticed I’ve been slipping ever more twenty-something protagonists into my work. Tachi and Eva, the main characters in Another Star, are in their early twenties, and the player character Serenity in Junction is roughly twenty-eight. Perhaps when I’m ninety I’ll be writing stories about all those spy young whippersnappers in their seventies.

The Many Trials of Dale

I wish I enjoyed reading more than I do. I really do. But even when I read fiction that I enjoy, it’s difficult for me. This is not because I have trouble reading–I can read English very well, thank you very much–the problem in fact stems from the fact I cannot turn my brain off. While most people praise reading because it requires the imagination, this is why I loathe it so. I want to enjoy the prose and the narrative, the author’s wordplay and the feeling that it invokes. But instead I’m too busy staging scenes in my head. I’m too busy imagining the story as a movie, an animated series, a comic book; at times, even a video game. I substitute dialog on the fly, change environments and pacing, add entire scenes and characters that are nowhere to be found in the story, often to the point where I can’t remember which parts were the book and which parts only were in my head. At my worst, I’ll physically set the book aside to finish playing through a made-up scene in my head before continuing.

I hate this. It keeps me from enjoying the book, and it’s only gotten worse with age. I’m to the point now to where I do this when watching movies. Is this something everyone else does and actually enjoys, and I just don’t realize it?

Regardless, over the years the best remedy I’ve found is to find enjoyment writing stories instead of reading them. It’s why I have so many half-finished manuscripts littering my hard drive. Unfortunately, I’m my only audience–no one else seems over the years has given them more than a glance, but what else is new–but even more dreadful in my mind is thus: a writer who does not read is nary a writer at all. If I don’t read, can I really improve my craft? I seriously doubt it.

Not to mention I think it’s only aggravating my condition…