Last week we talked about how authors developed characters in their stories. Writers have many ways to lift the protagonist off a page and turn them into a living, breathing person readers will remember. A technique that works for me is character interviews.
Here I am having a cup of coffee with the main character in my Sundowners story. He is such a heartthrob.
Coffee with Bat McGee
I walk into Panera’s, scan the crowd, and there he is. It's hard to miss Bat McGee. A man, just over six feet is a beacon for every woman in the cafe. I don’t know what it is, but as he makes his way to me, my heart flutters a bit.
Maybe it’s the way he moves. His strides claim the ground he walks on. Or it could be the energy pouring out of each cell of his body. Whatever it is, Bat has my love.
“JK, I’m so glad to see you." Bat reaches out and gives me a hug.
I take a deep breath and draw him in. He’s warm and smells of spicy bergamot and wood.
“Me too. It’s been too long,” I say. “I really need to get moving on your story and get you out of the 1930s.”
Bat smiles and his hazel eyes spark with a bit of fondness, “Yes, it would be nice, but I’m not pushing. I’m enjoying living in Prohibition Era Albany.”
“Oh yeah, you just met Lydia.”
A slight blush creeps up Bat’s cheeks and he turns away. “I saved a table for us.”
There's a cup of steaming black coffee, just the way I like it waiting for me on the table.
“I have a few questions I want to ask. My readers are dying to know you better and to tell you the truth, I think most of them have a crush on you.” I sit down and sip my coffee.
“Really?” he says wiggling his brows.
I roll my eyes and can’t help but laugh. “Yes, my readers are curious about you and have been emailing me questions. I personally think a few would ask you out on a date if they had your cell number.”
Laughter spills over our table and it’s hard to ignore Bat’s antics. “Ok, let’s get down to business. I don’t have much time. I have to pick up a friend. We’re going to Denny’s.”
“The one question I get a lot from readers is, what did it feel like when you fell through that sink hole. When did you realize you were in the past?”
Speculation crosses Bat’s face. He takes a sip of coffee and clears his throat. “At first, I thought I was in some sort of coma, having an outer body experience. Nothing was real. The grasp was slow until I was hit on the head with hard facts. I won’t say too much. The readers need to find out for themselves when they read my story.”
“Ok, fair enough. What do you think about Tarquin? Is he someone you could work with?"
"I'm not sure. We are at the point of the story where the leader of the Sundowners doesn't seem to be a man that I could hang with. But I guess time will tell,” Bat says.
My phone chirps and I glance at the message. It’s from Jaz wondering where I am. “Oh my gosh, I’m late. I have to go. Are you free next Saturday?”
“My time is your time, my love.” Bat lifts my hand to his lips and gives me one of his sensuous smiles.
“Ok, it’s a date.”
~Lizette AKA JK Candlen