Got a post here from Nan Dixon, author of To Catch a Thief, about writing.
Here it is–
One of my biggest challenges is to make sure my characters have an arc. That means that during the book, they need to figure out that the flaw or lie they have been telling themselves about the world or themselves is revealed and they need to change. (All that is internal.) To accomplish that without spending weeks brainstorming, before I begin to draft a book, I identify their character archetype. If we are talking about men, the archetypes are: (These are from The Complete Writer’s Guide to Heroes and Heroines.)
• The CHIEF: a dynamic leader. Think William Shatner in Star Trek.
• The BAD BOY: dangerous to know, he walks on the wild side. Think Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing.
• The BEST FRIEND: sweet and safe, he never lets anyone down. Think Jimmy Stewart in It’s a Wonderful Life.
• The CHARMER: more than a gigolo, he creates fantasies. Think Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic.
• The LOST SOUL: a sensitive being, he understands. Think Beast in Beauty and the Beast.
• The PROFESSOR: coolly analytical, he knows every answer. Think Leonard Nimoy in Star Trek.
• The SWASHBUCKLER: Mr. Excitement, he’s an adventure. Like Michael Douglas in Romancing the Stone.
• The WARRIOR: a noble champion, he acts with honor. Mel Gibson in Braveheart.
The wonderful thing about this resource by Tami D. Cowden, Caro LaFever, and Sue Viders is they also say what the character flaw is and how would they interact with the chosen heroine’s archetype. This includes how they would Clash, Mesh and Change each other. It is an incredible resource for writers.
Of course, the characters don’t ever stay true to the archetypes I have picked. But at least this is a starting point when I begin to draft the book.
And here is more about the book.
What would you do for your family?
When Carolina Castillo’s once vivacious mother becomes ill, she gives up her singing dreams and comes home to Savannah. She’d do anything for her Mamá, even work at Fitzgerald House for the family she should have been part of. She’d even steal.
Carolina’s decisions make perfect sense until she comes up against the immovable rock that is gorgeous FBI agent Sage Cornell. The honorable cop sees the world in black-and-white. He would never understand the difficult choices she’s had to make, the secrets she’s been forced to keep close. And he could never love a woman like her. Or could he
A woman with gorgeous black hair had her head down on her arms. Beyond her was a small bench. Sage passed behind her, not wanting to disturb her nap.
Shoving her chair back, she slammed it into him. He went down like a roped calf.
“Oh, my God!” the woman cried.
His head rang. Pain stabbed behind his eyes.
“Are you okay?” She snatched his hand, trying to pull him to his feet.
“Wait.” He would fall over or faint if he moved too soon. “Wait.”
She crouched next to him. “I didn’t mean to knock you down.”
“S’okay.” He took deep breaths. “I just need…”
“What? How can I help?”
He tried to get his feet under him but stumbled.
“Let me.” She supported his elbow.
He clawed his way to his feet and finally looked at the woman who’d knocked him down like he was a bowling pin.
She was beautiful. Her dark blue eyes looked almost black and her skin was a luscious golden-olive color. And her hair? Black, curly and long enough to play peekaboo with her breasts. He swiped at his chin to make sure he wasn’t drooling.
“I’m so sorry.” She led him to the chair she’d abandoned. “I wasn’t paying any attention.”
“I thought you were sleeping.” A shard of pain slammed into him. He grasped his head and couldn’t contain the groan.
“You hurt your head.” Her fingers explored his skull.
The bump she was going to find was old, but her touch was cool and soothing.
“Is this the spot?” she asked.
“Yeah, but you didn’t cause it.” He swallowed back the nausea that always accompanied his headaches. “I was hurt a—” he couldn’t remember how long ago he’d been hurt “—while ago. I get headaches.”
“So does my mother.” She kneaded his shoulders, working her fingers up the tendons of his neck. “Does this help?”
“Yes.” He groaned. “That’s…good.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Award winning author Nan Dixon spent her formative years as an actress, singer, dancer and competitive golfer. But the need to eat had her studying accounting in college. Unfortunately, being a successful financial executive didn’t feed her passion to perform. When the pharmaceutical company she worked for was purchased, Nan got the chance of a lifetime—the opportunity to pursue a writing career. She’s a five-time Golden Heart® finalist, lives in the Midwest and is active in her local RWA chapter and on the board of a dance company. She has five children, three sons-in-law, two granddaughters, one grandson and one neurotic cat.
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