Character Interviews

[Elliott]

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[Mindy]

Me: Kindra, listen hear a moment. I know you are the rebellious type and all, but I am your author. Don't you want me to do you justice?"

Kindra: Silence.

Me: Seriously? What's your deal? First you reveal yourself to me fleetingly, then you hound me into creating you—now you abandon me? Look if you don't like the story I craft you into, you will only have yourself to blame.

Kindra: Ok, here I am. Happy?

Me: Finally. You don't respond when I talk to you, only write?

Kindra: Well, at least I forced you to sit down and write, huh? Just dreaming of me isn't exactly going to allow me full rein of myself, story and adventures. I may just find others way of forcing you to write me in the future... so anything specific you wanted to talk about?

Me: Hmm, yeah. Sorry to break it to you, but I don't exactly have a setting to stick you into.

Kindra: Stick me into? Is that how you usually treat your characters? Some respect here, without me you wouldn't have a story at all. Ooops, that sounded kind of bitchy. I didn't exactly mean it that way, but if taking it that way teaches you your lesson, I am all for it. (winks)

Me: Did you just wink at me? Sorry but you gotta stop that. It is pretty out of vogue, cartoonish, and quite frankly, I doubt anyone does that in real life.

Kindra: Fine, so I need some fine tuning. Do you mind? Let's get to it already! I can't wait to go out there and conquer the world. This is gonna rock.

Me: Yeah. We gotta work on your language too a bit...

Kindra: Ha! At least we are FINALLY working. I have things to accomplish, I can't grow dusty in your mind forever. You do realize what you are doing now is a form of procrasination?

Me: I—

Kindra: Listen, you are too wishy-washy for my taste. I am gonna lead here, okay?

Me: Well—

Kindra: Great. So first, I do not have patience for your touchy feely emotional laden stuff. Sorry about that, but I will not be able to sit through that. SO if you insist, I will just stand up by those scenes and leave. If you want me to be your main character—and you should, if you know what's good for you—then you will avoid sentimentality. Good?

Me: If you insi—

Kindra: Perfect. Next, I like adventure. Please don't force me to sit and cry and talk and deal all the time.

Me: Isn't that kind of the same thing as you previous request?

Kindra: No, it isn't. Though it can be. Remember, stop sticking everything about my life into such particular boxes and categories. Thanks. So I like traveling, see if you can push that in somehow.

Me: Wait, don't you already exist somewhere? Don't you already have a setting somewhere, and I am just waiting for you to reveal it to me?

Kindra: Not in those exact terms, no. There is only one place where I will fit in, but I don't exactly know your world since—in case you forgot—you just created me, and have hardly let me explore since and I don't know much of what's going on in the world yet. So I can't exactly tell you where I belong specifically, though I can tell you what kind of a place it is or is not.

Me: Sounds fair. How about I run my ideas by you?

Kindra: YESSSSSS Thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthankkkkkkksssssss

Me: Hey, chill it please.

Kindra: I will. Sorry I was just really in the mood to try that out. It was fun.

Me: Huh, I see I will really need to discipline you.

Kindra: Yeah... Or you could let me teach you a few things, and join me for the ride. It's gonna be fine. Let's not go off-topic again, I am desperate to begin my life already. So what were those ideas you started telling me about?

Me: Okay, sorry I had to take a little break, my baby was crying. So where were we?

Kindra: You have a baby? Sweet. I like babies. And kids. And animals.

Me: I hope that wasn't meant the way it sounded, with them all grouped together like that.

Kindra: Oh, don't worry, don't take what I say too seriously. I like kids a lot, I just always wonder why they start crying after a few hours, and then I remember to feed them. Don't ask—I could totally keep your kids entertained, but don't trust me to babysit.

Me: Okay so I am trying to reorient myself to telling you about the scenes, without forcing you to say things that don't come naturally to you.

Kindra: Ha. No one can make me say or do anything I don't want to (pause). Uh, you can't actually do that, right Mrs. Author? Oh gosh, please tell me you can't do that. Please please please

Me: Well, I hope not, that's what I am trying to avoid... only you can know if I do, so you'll let me know right?

Kindra: You bet I will. And it better not come to that. No offense, but I really am not in the mood of you putting words into my mouth.

Me: A bit of respect here? Okay, going on. What do you say to a contemporary post-cult setting?

Kindra: Sounds fun. I mean, I would probably be a bit reckless—

Me: True, true, that's how you repress your emotions.

Kindra: —and I think the contemporary world would suit me. I would really fit in. Not sure I could stand an oppressive setting.

Me: Yeah, well that's kind of the problem, see? I am afraid you will be too reckless in a contemporary setting. And I am religious, and am not exactly in the mood of detailing all of that, not to mention that I have never ridden on a motorcycle or taken drugs before, so how would I write it? And I am afraid those things will be your reaction to repressing your emotions.

Kindra: Hmm... what are drugs?

Me: Oooookay, happy I was able to keep you locked up in my mind till now. Not exactly looking to taint your innocence, honey. Going on... how would you like living in a Puritan/Spartan society?

Kindra: Uh, are you asking how I would like living there, or escaping from it? Cuz if you know me, you know that that plot is a one way street.

Me: Good point. How about if you are originally from such a culture and are sent to live somewhere else? Like in a palace of a different country? Or a boarding school?

Kindra: Now you're talking. Although I am not so sure if I should be originally from such a culture. I mean, yeah, I like the fighting bit of Sparta, sounds fun, but how would growing up in such a family affect me? Ugh. It sounds so dreary.

Me: That's kind of the point. No offense to you, but you could use some taming. Coming from such a background might just take the edge off of your attitude, while still leaving enough spunk for a nice adventure. Oh, I forgot to ask you—how old are you?

Kindra: That's a hard question cuz people tend to grow. It all depends on when you decide to pin me down. But I can say somewhere between 12 and 18.

Me: Not that helpful, but thanks anyway. I think I am gonna get some sleep, and take all you said into consideration...

Kindra: Nooooooooo!!!!! Cmon don't leave me again! Your brain is fun and all, but sometimes it gets boring. Also its squishy in there. The night is still young! We have so much to explore!

Me: Hey hey, don't worry. I promise I will revisit you tomorrow. If not, you get to hound me until I do.

Kindra: Ha, it's not like I exactly need your permission for that. But thanks anyways. And I am holding you to that promise—believe me, if I want I can make your life HELL. Not that I would want to, I am just saying.

Me: Kindra, stop trying to keep me. I've gotta go. I will let you out again tomorrow. GOOD NIGHT.

Kindra: Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite. Give a hug, ladybug; for a while, crocodile... I found all these cute poems in your Childhood Memories section of your brain. Pretty cool in there, huh? I was actually looking—

(Computer slams shut)

Kindra: Hey! I was in the middle of talking! I was saying that if you take a good look i...