The Act of Writing

The worlds of writing and acting share the same ground. Though each can present rules (rules often broken in the name of the very art practiced) pertaining to their craft, the writer and the actor’s paths often cross, and in some cases they may find themselves walking along the same road, or indeed treading the same boards.

A writer; and I’m speaking about fiction writing here, not Joseph Stone at the local paper, doesn’t just write; he inhabits. To make characters readers will care about, fear for, and in the case of some talented authors, come to love, it isn’t enough to breathe life into our creations. We have to be them for a time, don their skins, and see the world we have created through their eyes. In short, just as the fore-mentioned actor plays a part, we too have to know our role.

The roles may be abhorrent to us, the mask ugly, the skin uncomfortable, or they may give us a glimpse of a life that we had always hoped for, but for some turn of chance eluded us. We need to give them a voice, so we write phrases and responses. We read these words aloud (reciting dialogue is often said to be the best way to get it right), adding yet another layer to our imaginary characters skins. And if we are feeling passionate (or in most cases if we have the house to ourselves), we may mimic a tone or accent that is unnatural to our voice, breathing yet more life into our written creations. It is at this point we are no longer writers, but actors. And the better we play the part, the more believable our characters become.

For knowing each personality; we gain insight into what makes them tick, and this in-turn, will hopefully give them a life worth caring about.

Currently reading: The girl who played with fire by Stieg Larsson
Listening to: Smoke and mirrors by The Eden House

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