Robin Carr, a well-published author describes a talented author as 'someone who chases her hero up a tree and then throws rocks at her."
A to Z 2017 Theme: Rocks to Throw At A Hero Who Is Up A Tree!
Identification of the protagonist' Idiosyncrasies is Initially one of the first Items of a writer's responsibilities to a story. The reader must know why the Hero does what she does as she Interacts with the rocks tossed her way.
Is she Intense and Independent? Is she Imaginative and Impulsive? Does she suffer from Insomnia and If so, why? Is she easily Intimidated, pulling an Inhaler out at the slightest sign of Impediment? Is she an Intellectual reaching for her tattered copy of Plato's The Republic?
Isabella is our Intelligent, Indefatigable hero of the day.
Her Irascible father, Inflicted with an Incalculable case of Intermittent Explosive Disorder, Induced Insanity in Isabella's mother resulting in Mama's Institutionalization.
Twenty-year-old Isabella is Immediately hustled off to America to live with her mother's sister, Zia Imogene.
As Americans are Innately Inclined to do, Isabella's new friends nickname her Izzy! Of course, Zia Imogene had also been Americanized. She insists on Izzy calling her Auntie Gina. (Initially, the writer will Insist the Inclusion of this little Indulgence but the story's Editor (Impartially Insolent) will cut it with Irate Insistence).
Isabella, being the Industrious Individual that she is, works with Interminable diligence, saving enough money to travel back to Italy to seek her mother's release from Crazytown, and to Insure her father is Imprisoned.
Viola! Plan successfully Implemented!
In spite of:
Insurmountable Odds
Impassive Information Clerk
Indifferent Investigators
Impertinent Interpreter
Ignorant Internist
Inspired by:
Innovative Instructor
Intriguing Inspectors
Impressive Irish Moss Gatherer (In soooo many ways!)
Inappropriately-Timed Intimacies (gratuitous yet Ineffable sex)
Intrepid Izzy and no-longer Inhibited Mama Inhabit an Impeccable, Indigo Cottage on an Island with the Indigenous people happily ever after.
p.s. soon to be joined by Impressive Irish Moss Gatherer!
'i' is for 'ignoramus' (see donald dump)
ReplyDeleteI spent a few hours today planting tens of thousands teeny tiny Irish Moss seeds. I would have loved a follower to help me because my back and eyesight took a beating.
ReplyDeleteI love all the photos I've seen of moss filled gardens. Sadly, living in Redding where our summers are typically three digit temperature days and 99 degrees can actually be referred to as a 'cooling trend', moss just dries up into ugly, brown lumps. I envy you but can totally relate to back and eyesight!
DeleteI giggled at Intermittent Explosive Disorder, that sounds like a serious problem. ;) Also, I don't know what Irish moss gathering is, exactly, but I'm now wondering why isn't it in my life?
ReplyDeleteA to Z 2017: Magical and Medicinal Herbs
We'll both have to look into it. Not something I've ever done. I'm really enjoying your Magical and Medicinal Herbs.
DeleteThis was i think one of the complicatedly best read for I
ReplyDeleteLoved it
A Peice Of My Life
Doesn't help that I needed to take a Xanax when I finished!
DeleteIntermittent Explosive Disorder... I may know some people inflicted with that :)
ReplyDeleteSadly, so do I.
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