Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Your literary fictional characters

I've had quite a few since I spent a lot of time writing in my angst driven teenage years. I don't exactly remember their chronological order, so in no order in particular there is:

  • Mr. Stepfall - This man has no first name. He first came into existence when I was writing a story for the first time using a thesaurus. I picked the word 'small' and decided to take all of the synonyms and try to incorporate it into a story. The story needed a lead character, so Mr. Stepfall came into existence. Subsequently I wrote three or four more Mr. Stepfall stories to see what else would happen in this man's life. I still have the Mr. Stepfall stories somewhere, I'll see if I can dig them up and post a link to them from this blog.

  • Dr. Squeegy Parthenon - This character was created in a story that I wrote with two friends of mine in chemistry in grade 10. We sat together at the back of the class and when the teacher wasn't looking we would pass a notebook in turn between us. On each turn we would write one line adding to the lines written previously. So the end result is one story, written by the three of us in equal measures. I was inspired by Mike's creation of Dr. Neon Rhubarb, so this is how my doctor came into being. Based on a small bag of peanuts (later dubbed the Death Peanuts), Dr. Squeegy Parthenon became the leader of the Salted Snarks, a deadly subset of the Death Peanuts.

  • Helvetica Molybdenum - From that same chemistry class and that same story I created HM as a hero (but not super) who saved the day and represented the three of us as authors. I don't remember much about him, but to this day I like the way Helvetica Molybdenum rolls off the tongue.

2 comments:

moofruot said...

ooo... my character was Jaygy Hamilton. He was my imaginary friend as well as literary character. He was exactly like me, but the opposite in everything: he was a guy; he was good at math/science; he was extraverted and knew exactly what to say and when to say it; he was very normal - a "cool" guy who everyone wanted as a friend... most importantly, in grade four, he went to Florida for vacation and fell off a cliff and died.

Some people say your imaginary friend(s) are your spirit guides. And I killed mine off. That can't be a good sign. =|

I also used to write stories with miserable sort of characters, always very sad or depressed, who had tragic flaws, but deep down, were good people who just needed a friend. I think a lot of my stories were autobiographical.

ManNMotion said...

I think, of the three, I'm partial to HM. If you have the time, the world could also use a grown up version of Spongebob. And I bet you could use the money:)