Answer the five questions below for a new character or a character you would like to more fully develop.
1. What does your voice sound like?
2. What do you have in your pockets?
3. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
4. How would you describe your childhood in general?
5. What is your earliest memory?
Happy writing!
Susan Wells Bennett
Olivia answers five questions:
ReplyDelete1. My voice is softer than I think it is. Even when I’m in an extreme rage, the words come out a little bit muted. I don’t sing, not at all. But I like to think my voice sounds a little lyrical.
2. I never leave the house without Chapstick in my pocket. Not lipstick. Not Blistex. I also have a crinkled piece of paper with a recipe that someone at school gave me. It’s for bourbon bread pudding. I collect recipes for bread pudding. Dave loves it for dessert and I’m trying to discover the ideal recipe so I can surprise him when he finally comes home. I probably have about seventy different variations of bread pudding recipes from all over the world. I’ll get it just perfect one of these days. I also have a couple of bucks and car keys.
3. When I’m nervous, I touch the spot above my left ear. There is a slight indentation there from an injury but you can’t see it because my hair covers it. I have trouble looking people in the eye sometimes. I’m really tall for a girl so I often slouch to appear shorter. This annoys my mom like crazy.
4. In general, my childhood was happy. I had two older brothers who protected me from anything and everything. They are incredibly overprotective. I have two younger sisters and since they are twins, they have to share a room. I was lucky and got a room to myself. I can only remember one bad period of time when I was about to turn nine. And I came out stronger for it.
5. My earliest memory is of my brother’s tree house. I wasn’t allowed up there by myself and Kyle never liked to take me up with him. I remember looking up at the tree and the sun was hurting my eyes. I was yelling Kyle’s name and he was ignoring me. Jumping as high as I could, I was trying to reach first rung of the ladder. I was tiring myself out and kind of whimpering. Finally, Kyle’s best friend, Dave, came and took pity on me. He carried me up and even though Kyle was being a jerk about it, he let me stay. I remember sitting on a milk crate in the corner, just being happy.