Dear Shakespeare. I wonder if he knew that his work would be so wonderfully quotable?
I know I normally have a recipe to end the week, but for some reason, I just haven’t been quite so handy in the kitchen this week. Just been one of those sorts of weeks. That, and I’ve been continuing with the failing-to-write-enough. I think it has something to do with a disinclination to work out quite how all these families in my novel work.
Why is it that characters need families? You see, when I write, I tend to start with a character or two, I’ll have a black and white sketch of a plot, and then I’ll just pick up colours to start filling in the colours. And other characters will just turn up as and when necessary. When they want to make their presences known. But, as with not really plotting stories, I don’t really plot families.
Which means that I get to this point. When the families make themselves complicated, and I don’t know who they all are. Because they haven’t names or faces yet. Because I haven’t met them before. Which means that I need to go on a name-hunt. And, I don’t know about you, but I’m not particularly fond of naming characters. How do I know which is the best name? Should it have any particular meaning, or simply be a name I like? Do all the names have to be of the same origin? Oh, so many decisions to make!
You can see why I’ve been putting this off, and why my writing’s been a bit stalled.
But it’s getting there. The family trees are growing.