Book Character Creation の小説・ストーリー

I looked down at my cup to avoid his gaze. Hearing him rambling like this with a heart-broken voice, I can’t help but get mad at the author. Some writers are quite unfair. They decide on their character’s life, what they’re supposed to do, who they’re supposed to be, and how their life will end in the book. Some would never give justifications on the happenings as long as the main characters meet a happy ending. How about the people like Victoria and Ben? They are just side characters who are tossed around for the sake of backstories and plot spices. They are deemed insignificant in the book but being in this world... they all seem real, they are alive, they are humans like me and they have

"So my preferences don’t extend to the genre of the book, huh?" BaoBao shook his head with big innocent eyes. Luna returned her attention to the book. "Who could I be this time? There's really too little on characters besides the lead couple and Ward." "Hmmm… Maybe it'll be like the previous world? Oh... Then you'll definitely own it!" BaoBao started doing a little dance and wriggle. Luna frowned. "There're too many side characters that appeared just for the plot. It won't be like the previous book." Luna closed the book with a resigned sigh. She had never successfully guessed who she would be in the story thus far.

This explained why I always felt a little different, why I had never been interested in the same things as my friends. I breathed deep, focusing on positive thoughts as I looked back down at the book Peter gave me. I wasn't even going to consider the whole ‘Royals are protected amongst the races’ thing. I had enough to deal with at the moment without even contemplating what that could mean. With an irritated sigh I placed the coffee cup back on the table and I started reading through the first chapters of the book that explained a little about the creation of the city of Primogentius in the hope that it would help things make more sense. Peter had already told me a lot of what I read but the

"I just gave you some idea about the character's background. You are the one who wrote the book with sleepless nights. You don't have to thank me for that." "You have no idea how much I love to write the book and it even makes me fall in love with the hero in the book. I love Carlos Gonzales. I wish he was real." I really spent a lot of time and having sleepless night while completing the book but it never makes me feel tired instead of the story itself make me alive and every time I wrote the book I wish that I meet the person from the book even though I know he only lived in my imagination. "You love him?" She asked jokingly.

Be kind. Also, I don't specifically explain physical features of my characters because that isn't my job. My job here is to give you a story, whoever you want to envision as the characters is up to you and only you. You shouldn't depend on a full description of the characters before you play them out. Whoever you think the characters should be, then that's them. Thank you for staying. Best, Rita❤️

Hanna mumbled seeming caught off guard "What's your writing process like?" "For me it's really about establishing character first and then setting up the storyline. I've found that if I don't make real relatable characters then the plot line doesn't really matter because it can't save the overall quality of good character building." I stated trying my best to ignore Anna's extra bitchy behavior "That a load of bull." Anna chuckled "Everyone knows the plot is more important." "That's your opinion." I stated coldly "It's a fact." She shrugged I let out a low laugh "Yeah says the girl whose only sold like five percent the amount of books I have."

A gentle breeze blew across his face, bringing with it the heady scent of wildflowers nearby. His thoughts drifted back over the years to the great men he’d worked with. William Braxton, a strong dedicated family man who only wanted a good life for his children as they grew, and his lovely wife. Marcus Thorne—also known as Captain Hawk—was a great businessman who cared for his fellow countrymen, even if it meant giving his own life. Because Gabe had such wonderful examples, he wanted to be like his friends. He didn’t want to cower under a pompous title or yield to the way the aristocrats wanted him to live just because he was the only male heir next in line.

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he affirms, “Your world building has always been top notch, story telling, best seller, and your drawings, they’ve always been epic. Your characters have always had clear goals, but that’s all they were, characters.” Huh? What did that mean? I have always been open to feedback, and I’ve taken the ones he’s given, even if they seemed stupid sometimes, he ended up right. This one, I haven’t heard before. “What does that mean?” “Your characters, take Bocco for example, his goal was to save his sister, and he grew during the journey, ended up saving the world, and his sister. But, he didn’t seem to have any feelings towards the one person he set out to save.”

“Or are you just suffering through this for my benefit?” His chest rumbled beneath my ear as he let out a short and soft breath. “I prefer books. Always have.” I tilted my head back to look at him. His sharp jawline was catching the dim light. “Why books? Is it the efficiency of it?” “Nothing so corporate,” he replied, his fingers pausing for a moment in my hair. “My father read a lot. It was one of the few ways we actually connected without the company looming over us. He would read in his study for hours and I would sit on the rug at his feet with my own book. It felt like a shared secret. I liked the control of it. With a book, you create your own characters. You build their faces and the