My husband used to stop me in the middle of my workday story to ask who somebody was.
I’d groan, “Candace. I just said her name.”
“No, like who is she to you? She’s just a name right now.”
Well darn. Can I just get that voice in my head when writing stories too?
See, characters are more than names. They are more than blue eyes, jet black hair, or freckles. Characters have eyes that roll, droop, dart, fixate. They have raven hair about as disheveled from lack of sleep as the actual bird after fighting a cat. Their freckles dance about their cheeks and come alive when they grin.