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Protecting Characters

I have fallen into a peculiar trap I don’t think I’ve ever made for myself before. I have three characters whose stories I am trying to write more of, give them a voice–Holly Seabrook, Cindi Edwards, and Tommy Hebert. I suddenly don’t want anything bad to happen to them in the endings of the books.

I never felt this way about characters in the first drafts. And where I have let other characters experience consequences, I haven’t taken a lot of thought about it. But suddenly I’m very protective of these three.

I think I’ve gotten over it with Tommy, who is one of the new characters I am spinning out his story from bit player to major player. And his girlfriend Cindi I am thinking I just don’t know very well yet. And I feel a lot for Holly because of what she is going through in the story. But I think I need to remember three things:

Number One: I am not dealing with real people. I am dealing with figments of my imagination. If I were writing about real people, it wouldn’t be fiction. But one of the goals is for everyone to come off as very real, so I suppose I’ve fooled myself into thinking that as well.

Number Two: I am not chronicling real events. The book is based on a real event–Hurricane Katrina–but everything thing else is fake. Invented. By me. I am master of the domain. Don’t like what happens when I get through writing it? I have a delete key for a reason.

Number Three: Static characters are boring characters. Change has to come. They have to come to earth-shattering realizations. They have to see things fall apart and somehow rebuild them. So we will stay invested in their stories.

So that is what I am going to be working on–how to think about my characters as characters in a book instead of the living, breathing people I’ve come to think of them as. And that’s going to be interesting.

Characters

I did not plot out the novel and follow a script to write it. I simply kept asking the question: What happens next? I didn’t even ask why? that something would happen. I never told why! that something had happened. I tried to make sure each twist of the story was organic to the first characters as I had conceived them.

Wendy Magnum was a tough-as-nails working-class Southern woman. She worked part-time in a daycare taking care of three-year-olds because she seemed to not be able to have children, although she desperately wanted them, and worked her off days in Ray’s shop. She and Ray began dating when she was fourteen, not long after she lost her daddy in a drunk-driving accident and had married right when she finished high school. They had been married ten years when Katrina came through Hattiesburg. She loved the men in her life and knew how to handle guns but could not handle herself when she thought she was going to die in the hurricane without Ray to protect her, as he had throughout their life together.

Judd McKay was a wild one from Mandeville, Louisiana. He had gone to LSU and had lived and worked in Hattiesburg until his father died, leaving him his childhood home. He moved back home and began working as a traveling salesman selling first chainsaws, then generators, for Jackson Equipment Company. He and Ray had known each other for years. He had been married for three years to Laine McKay, who matched him in wildness and meanness, recognizing what he could do for her as well as what he couldn’t. He never had any sense when it came to a good-looking woman–something that had been his undoing more than once in his life.

Ray Magnum was four or five years older than Wendy and had been a baseball player in high school with blond hair and brown eyes. He owned his own business, Magnum Hardware, with his partner, Tommy Cade, and also worked as a professional firefighter to have a steady income. He was a stoic man who was capable of great love, moving into his mama’s house with Wendy to take care of his mama until she died. But working at the firehouse forty-eight hours on and seventy-two hours off at the shop, he could only do so much–when Wendy needed more.

They were a combustible mix–and I keep lighting fuses.

Even So

In fact, Judd and Wendy, along with Ray Magnum, and Rosie and Lee Oswalt. and Laine McKay, became so real to me that even after I let Judd McKay have his say about the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, the entire cast of characters decided they wanted to take ten pages each to decipher their emotions, too. I started several weeks later writing about how Ray, Wendy’s husband, suffered from PTSD from being on a firetruck after the storm. I talked about his struggles with increased alcohol use and survivor’s guilt.

By this time, I had started counseling for my own feelings of desperation and anxiety that overwhelmed me after the power came back on and the damage was cleared from my neighborhood, which had experienced Katrina as a Category 1 hurricane over 120 miles inland.

I had let my writing friend Lori read the original story, and I sent her this next ten-page installment from Ray after I finished it. She wrote an in an email back to me that she could see how I was “processing” my own feelings about the hurricane through Ray and thought I needed to talk about his actions, rather than his thoughts. I called her up.

She and I talked for a while, and she crystallized a sentiment for me that I took to heart as I continued to write: This story was not about how people attempted to learn to cope. It was about people who had been destroyed inside by what they had faced. Her exact words (as I remember them) were, “This story is not about Ray’s struggles and victories in AA.”

So I ditched those ten pages and instead wrote instead about Judd and Laine McKay’s meeting with a lawyer to finalize their divorce. Again, I let these characters hurt each other and say hateful things they truly meant. I didn’t get into their heads–I let their actions speak instead. Slowly but surely, I was developing this storm story into a novel that would consume my life for the better part of five months.