An interesting, and probably one of the most fun, thing about being a writer is creating, and spending so much time with various characters. We birth them, give them names and personalities. We picture what they look like, but we don’t always describe it. Sometimes we let the reader decide what the character looks like based on how they act and speak.
I’ve found that, in come cases, I spend so much time with some of these characters that I almost begin to act and speak like them. I don’t act like them so much, but more speak like them. I mean, it would be hard to act like a British airship crewman, or an inventor. However, I’ve found that sometimes I have to hold myself back from saying things that a character of mine might say.
For example, since I’ve jumped into the world of steampunk, a lot of my characters are from England, therefore they may say things that the English are known for saying. (Please understand I’m not trying to stereotype or offend anyone). Often times my character may exclaim “Bloody Hell!” or, when speaking to a friend, they may say “That’s alright, mate.” Because these characters are stuck in my head most of the time, I find myself sometimes almost saying “bloody hell” when perhaps something bothers me. Or I may come close to referring to a co-worker as “mate.” It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but many of these people don’t know I write, and don’t write themselves. So, if I go spouting British terminology I may end up getting some odd glances, or putting myself in an embarrassing situation. And I’m awkward enough without impersonating an English immigrant.
Do you ever find yourself in these situations? Do you find your characters sometimes take over who you are, or a part of you?