Have you ever been haunted by a character, one who inhabits your imagination for days, months or years? Acquiring a life of his own, he leaps from the page and burrows inside us.
Think of Dickens Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge or Shakespeares King Lear or Macbeth? And then, of course, more recently, Hannibal Lector bursts from the mind of the novelist Thomas Harris and frightens us from the screen in the movie The Silence of the Lambs
Where did these characters come from? And what makes them so vivid that we carry them in our psyches for years? Its not enough to say that they arise from the imagination of their creators.
Maybe there is a clue in the thoughts of one of my favorite authors, Robertson Davies. [Deptford Trilogy, The Cornish Trilogy]
Unless the writing rises from the only true fountain of inspirationand the Unconscious has shown itself to be not timely, but timelessit will not be first rate.
As writers, we may plot the life and actions of a character to our hearts content. We may apply intellectual reason to the creation and birth of a character, but it will be to no avail. Because, when it comes right down to it, the only thing that...