Forever
“Wish we could hold these moments in our hands forever.... “
I wrote this phrase just yesterday in an email to a friend. We were discussing the reaction of her partner to a joyous event, but as I sent the email it occurred to me that in my books, I have the opportunity to create moments that might endure forever. Forever. That’s a really long word. But I take the lives of my characters quite seriously, analyzing every reaction, considering character strengths and flaws, carefully allocating each word they speak. If I’m then able to capture the joy and pain and hidden emotion in their lives, well, I will have succeeded, forever.
Every writer I know spends hours, days, probably weeks, delving into the backgrounds of their characters, to create a true reaction to every obstacle while trimming the cadence of their voice to match an upbringing that is only imagined, yet so very real. So our characters live and breathe. Their goals are ours; their beliefs and love and family, all of it, forever.
And then there’s world building. Whether based on reality or fantasy, that world we create has its own rules, bureaucracy, construction, inhabitants, flora, and physical reality. Our characters live there. For them, that world is as real as it is for me, forever.
Now I’m suddenly feeling a bit intimidated. I’ve never considered whether my books will be pulled off a dusty shelf 40 or 50 years from now to be read or re-read. But they might be, and having my words impact someone’s life 40 years from now feels like forever, to me. Forever! What an unreasonably long word!
I wrote this phrase just yesterday in an email to a friend. We were discussing the reaction of her partner to a joyous event, but as I sent the email it occurred to me that in my books, I have the opportunity to create moments that might endure forever. Forever. That’s a really long word. But I take the lives of my characters quite seriously, analyzing every reaction, considering character strengths and flaws, carefully allocating each word they speak. If I’m then able to capture the joy and pain and hidden emotion in their lives, well, I will have succeeded, forever.
Every writer I know spends hours, days, probably weeks, delving into the backgrounds of their characters, to create a true reaction to every obstacle while trimming the cadence of their voice to match an upbringing that is only imagined, yet so very real. So our characters live and breathe. Their goals are ours; their beliefs and love and family, all of it, forever.
And then there’s world building. Whether based on reality or fantasy, that world we create has its own rules, bureaucracy, construction, inhabitants, flora, and physical reality. Our characters live there. For them, that world is as real as it is for me, forever.
Now I’m suddenly feeling a bit intimidated. I’ve never considered whether my books will be pulled off a dusty shelf 40 or 50 years from now to be read or re-read. But they might be, and having my words impact someone’s life 40 years from now feels like forever, to me. Forever! What an unreasonably long word!
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