I'm going through revisions right now for Shattered. I love my story. I've created this world for "my guys". Each book is about a different member of an elite team of Navy SEALs. But these men are real for me. They have hearts and souls. They have strengths and weaknesses. I was so into the head of my hero earlier today that I felt his pain. I wanted to cry for him. I wiped away tears by the end of the scene.
When I create characters, I create a visual of where my characters live, what types of cars they drive, the clothes they wear, the schools they attended, where they spent their 16th birthdays.
Knowing so much about another person, even if he/she is fictitious, makes that person real. Not only for my readers (hopefully) but for me as well. I have conversations with them. Sometimes I live vicariously through them. I almost always love them or hate them. The emotion is strong. And if it's not strong, I know the story's not right.
For example, Maggie. Maggie won't leave me alone. I tried telling her story in another manuscript, but it never quite worked for me. I received accolades for the story. I received praise (from editors/agents) about the strength of my writing. But something was missing.
It was Maggie. I've finally found Maggie. She is, for the first time, real to me. She's a little like she was when I first created her, but only in little ways. Maggie is supposed to "star" in book 4 of my series, although she will play a part in book 2. (the next book) I love her, though. She won't leave me alone. She may end up "starring" in book 3 instead.
Maggie is a gypsy. She's fun and vibrant. She does what feels right to her. She's not one to be tied down. She loves to ride a horse bareback down the beach at sunset. She loves to run through the fields barefoot. She loves breezy dresses and letting her red hair fly free. She laughs a lot. She has a favorite saying: "Let the horses run wild and the wind blow free." She's modeled after and dedicated to my cousin (Leslie) who died in a car accident at the young age of 22. I grieved her loss as I would the loss of a sister. I grieved the loss of her spirit. I realized when I thought of Maggie, I thought of Leslie. Every time. I couldn't deny it and had to let her come to life. Like my cousin, Maggie is a free spirit. She can't be tamed. But she also has flaws. She yearns for depth. She yearns for roots. She wants others to take her seriously. She yearns to throw away the secrets of her past. She wants to be accepted.
I love when characters come to life. It's why I write. To tell the stories about people--people who aren't real but who touch the lives of very real people and them smile or cry or laugh, even if for just a little while.