As I was sitting this morning working on this months saucy writing prompt I found myself shuffling between my flash drive, a few post-it notes, and a spiral notebook that appears to have been written in by a drunken illiterate person. Possibly it was me and I just fail at reading my own writing. Then again I think I will just blame the dog, after all she has a record.
Anyhow, I was looking through all this trying to find some information on one of my characters. Something simple for instance did I say somewhere he was an only child? a parent himself? from a different planet? (I think I would remember that one, but meh, I might have written it while drinking or something.) That’s when it occurred to me that I had run into this problem once before…. long ago.
*Cue the cheesy fade out to the early ’80’s*
Long ago, when dinosaurs roamed the earth and the hottest new game out was Pitfall for the Atari 2600 a group of teenagers sit around a kitchen table. They are dressed, oddly enough, in clothes that are coming back in style now. There are stacks of books, sheaves of parers, and piles of dice on the table. Yep, you guessed it… they are playing Dungeons and Dragons.
This was a dangerous activity at the time. There were articles written about the evils of role playing games. It was the root cause of everything from gang violence to teenage pregnancy. Hell, I think at one point it was going to cause us all to grow up and be serial killers, but I digress.
These teenagers were for once not arguing about the various attributes of their characters within the game. You see they had just discovered the marvelous invention called “Advanced Dungeons and Dragons Character Record Sheets”. They had solved their problem by putting it all in one place. Instead of each one of them having a vision of their character they could all share the same one.
It was a wonderful piece of design. It had all the physical attributes grouped together, a section for physical appearance, friends, enemies, items in their possession, and a ton more. It tracked major life events, family members, personality quirks, and skills known. Hell, it even had a place for phobias.
*Fade back to now*
Like a shot epiphany strikes.
For my characters!
While I am writing!
I should make one up!
Then reality sets in. I remember that the extent of my knowing how to create stuff on a computer is making sentences into paragraphs. Actually even that takes some work. Particularly when I look at a paragraph and realise it is nothing but a huge run-on sentence, kinda of like this one. Ok, granted I will occasionally insert a photo in a post, but that’s about it for my formatting skills.
I go back to looking through my notes trying to find out what he had in his pocket. (No it’s not a ring, that’s a different story.) Muttering all along about wasted ideas and missed opportunities.
Perhaps I will check Ebay later and see if there are any twenty-five year old character sheets floating around.