C.G.Ayling

Tag: character

  • The Facets, of Character.

    What elements lend life to imagined character?

    Katie Salers, a young lady I had the good fortune of meeting on Twitter, recently published a review of Beltamar’s War. I am sure she would appreciate it if you’d pop over to her blog and read what she has so generously shared.

    In her review, which I enjoy and appreciate a great deal, Katie raised some important points about Malmaxa. I would like to focus on one question in particular. Namely, why does Malmaxa present such a large cast of characters? I’ll try and answer without revealing any spoilers.

    More than anything, Malmaxa is about people.

    As individuals, people are complicated enough, yet what really makes us who we are is not ourself. We are who we become because of our interactions with others. It is our perception of their actions that shape the raw gem of our inherent personality.  Each interaction polishes our personality into the multi-faceted, ever changing jewel our character becomes. Considered in that way, were we to interact with only a single person, the finished jewel of our character would only have a single facet. And perhaps more than anything else, that single facet would be a mirror of the person with whom we interacted.

    That is highly unrealistic.

    In reality nobody is limited to acquaintances with just one or two people. Yet in literature we artificially constrain our antagonists and protagonists to few interactions. Why? To keep things simple? What a terrible motivation! Do we truly think so little of our audience that we limit our writing to simplistic views, and even more simplistic characters?

    In life itself there are more colors than black and white, yet in many books those two shades are often all that is required to classify any character dwelling within. Why not allow the individuals that fill the pages of literature to blossom, gradually revealing the spectacular variations of color, texture, and shade dispersed throughout humanity?  Real people have depth, and real characters, though imagined, should also be deeper than a shallow pool.

    Katie’s review made mention of specific character development in Beltamar’s War several times. I’d like to highlight two instances in particular.

    The first was Katie’s mention of Adelmar, the antagonist, of whom she said, “I actually loved them all. Even Adelmar. I hated him for a bit. However, something changed. I became interested in him. I wanted to know more about him.”

    In our lives nobody is simple, even the people we dislike the most are incredibly complex. Indeed, we might find ourselves wondering why they are as unpleasant as they are.  Or perhaps we might look at that coin from its other side and ask ourselves why we dislike them as much as we do. We might even question whether the apparent failing lies within them, or with us.

    The second instance is where Katie insightfully mentions the aspect of forbidden love between Faroene and Beltamar. Katie notes that Beltamar is matched to Daniskira and goes on to say “Normally this would bug me. Here, it didn’t. I wanted to know more.” Earlier in her review Katie said this, “I really do not even know what genre Beltamar’s War is in… Fantasy?” Great point, Katie. The overriding reason I framed this tale in the guise of the Fantasy genre, is that it encourages the reader to step outside of their normal, comfortable, safe, and ultimately judgmental box in order to examine ideas that would normally be taboo.  Fantasy allows the reader to loosen the reins and consider thoughts with a mind more open than usual – and in wanting to know more about something she would normally abhor, Katie has done precisely that.

    Our world is divisive. We are trained from a very young age to look on anyone who doesn’t approach life the way we do with deep suspicion. In fact, we’re so effectively primed to be prejudiced against difference that we don’t even realize we’ve been trained! For Malmaxa to work, the reader needs to throw out their preconceptions of how people should behave, and instead focus on why they behave the way they do.

    In Malmaxa, I try to plant the desire to understand motivation. I hope to have the reader opening a dialog with themselves in which they say, “I can see where they stepped wrong, but now I want to understand why they don’t realize they have.” That Katie vindicates my efforts truly delights me.  She sees how one of the most troubled people in Malmaxa is more than a monochromatic monster.  Katie also recognizes taboo behavior, but rather than judging it out of hand, as we are so prone to do, she struggles to understand why.  Thank you Katie!  {Please don’t misinterpret this as my advocating any particular behavior.}

    In reality, people are extremely complicated. Shouldn’t it be likewise in literature?  I believe characters should have the opportunity for more than superficial depth. And thus the apparent plethora of characters in Malmaxa. Every named individual in the tale has purpose.  Every one of them is the grit upon which others polish their facets, gain their depths, and reflect their vision of light back onto everyone with whom they interact.

    To me, character is much more than a one-dimensional reflection glimpsed from a flat mirror. Character is a precious, multi-faceted gem into which we must peer deeply if we are to appreciate its real beauty. My writing uses the mechanisms I’ve discussed in trying to achieve this depth, and thus the large cast of characters. Of course, it is entirely up to Malmaxa’s readers to decide if I am successful. I wonder if it is even possible to be successful, or whether my ambition in this regard has made me overstep my bounds.

    Finally let me say that I would be happy for you to judge my efforts, though I’d be as unhappy for you to judge me.  If you’re tempted, then why not start reading Beltamar’s War right now, right here on my blog in your web browser?

  • Dannielle, a symbol for serenity.

    Today, is a very special day – it is my favorite middle daughter’s 24th Birthday.

    Thinking back to that joyous day now twenty-four years past, brings to mind a tweet I recently posted, and likely prompted by realization this day dawned:-

    Regardless of our circumstances, our character is our own. #thought

    Until Dannielle’s birth, we had assumed that the parents influenced the character of their children.  Dannielle gave us clues to her character even before her birth, and those clues pointed toward something entirely different to her decisive elder sister.

    Born screaming, her sister Tamryn never stopped to draw breath for the first six weeks of her existence.  Once during that dismal time, overcome with exhaustion from the two hours on, two hours off schedule tending our firstborn, I turned to my wife and said, “I can’t believe anyone in their right mind would ever consider having another child.”  Our experience with Tamryn led us to believe her behavior was the norm.  Oh, how soon we forget…

    Three years later, contraception failed us again, and my wife conceived our second – Dannielle.  With Dannielle, everything was different.  In-utero, Tamryn had been a kicker whose extended legs would often distend my wife’s tummy into exotic, distorted shapes.  In contrast, Dannielle proved calm to the point that we worried, unable to find solace in our pediatrician’s promises the pregnancy progressed perfectly to plan.

    At the eleventh hour, Dannielle changed her mind and rotated one hundred and eighty degrees from vertex into a breech.  No amount of cajoling could convince her to return her head to downward.  {Two of her character traits, perfectly illustrated before her birth – indecision, neatly combined with obstinacy.}  Dannielle’s birth was by emergency Cesarean Section, she exited the womb wide-eyed, and silent.  Indeed, when hanging Dannielle upside down by her feet simply granted her a new and even more fascinating view of this new world, the doctor had to beat her first cry from her.

    For the most part Dannielle retained her calm, serene nature – though she occasionally succumbs to what she terms, “insta-pissed”.

    Enough of this rambling!  Like each of her siblings, Dannielle brings us immense joy, spiced with dashes heartache and woe.  She has grown from a beautiful, serene baby upon whom I doted, to a beautiful, serene twenty-four year old, upon whom I dote.

    We’re blessed with four unique children – indeed, they are so different from one another we sometimes find it hard to believe they’re progeny of the same parents.  Each owns their character, utterly.  Perhaps we’ve managed to modify their behavior somewhat, but their character is entirely theirs – and has been from the moment of their birth, if not their conception.

    Happy Birthday, Dannielle – may you have many more, and may you remain your wonderful self, always.  No other way would I want you to be.

    {For those who would know, Dannielle is not only the cover model of my work, Beltamar’s War, but also takes the role of Daniskira, the Symbologist – whose character is a poor reflection of hers.}

  • Character, and Soul.

    Character is the outward manifestation of one’s soul.  Yes, we can fake it – but not for long.

    I’ve decided to expand on some of the Tweets I’ve made that have struck the internet void.  In that mind, here is some of the thinking that occurred behind the scenes, within the dark recesses of a certifiably inane mind.  (And for those of you who don’t know me, which is essentially my entire virtual audience of none, I love puns… you have been warned.)

    Ever wondered what defines and determines a person’s character?  I know I have.

    I think our character is determined long before our birth.  Precisely when, I don’t know, though I suspect it is within that incredibly small period of time in which two separate strands of DNA reform into one.  Would that be “the moment of conception”?

    Should you ask me why, I might refer you to studies done on identical twins separated at birth.  Do some research online, it is mind-boggling how similar they are.  Then compare the natures of normal twins, their moments of conception have to be pretty close, yet they seldom are in character – I know, I have twin sisters.

    Many parents claim responsibility for the character of their children.  They are absolutely correct – in a very small part.  Indeed, without their physical intimacy, their children would never be conceived – if they were never conceived then any question of their character is moot.  However, to believe that your child is the person they are because of the way you bring them up?  Well, that is delusional.  Your treatment of your child certainly modifies the child’s behavior – modification, of their behavior is not change to their character.

    Children  are born with their character, which is an outward manifestation of their soul.  Do you truly think you can shape a soul?  I know I can’t.