whats in a character

Ok, so for the first time since I don't know when I actually have something to blog about, and I might be getting back to actually trying to make a web site about me, but more importantly about the life it is that I inhabit, seriously. I mean - think about it - Confessions of a wannabe writer.... life as the daughter of a paranormal investigator (lots of possibility, I mean the chat around the head stones about last weeks episode of House is better then nothing) .... How bad do I want it, How bad do I need it, how much am I willing to do to get it... and by the way, What is IT exactly?

So for starters, I guess I begin now... This damn book has shaghi'd my every thought! And it sucks, because the first draft is done, I still have at least another month of break time to go before I can begin draft #2, and I'm so torn on which direction to take it. Do I go with a more technical feel as found in a wonderful and key inspiration, Treasure Island, or do I go with a more whimsical move, much like Peter Pan or other more child like stories. And the world is in love with orphans so I should have nothing to worry about right? Wrong, in case no one else has noticed, when was the last time we see a story where the parents and the kids actually have love lost between them. How historically accurate should I be? And is that our history, meaning the Real world, or is it the Fictional world,with it's own history . I mean after all Hook is the only man the Sea Cook feared, and since the Sea Cook is the only man Flint feared, it's to say Flint feared Hook as well...... OY!

On the upside... The characters are writing themselves now. Always a sign your on the right course. The cabin boy is becoming far more angry with each thought, but with reason this time, his character is even developing other characters in relation to him, such as his Father ( who is dead in the book, but that's the best sign of all, when you dead characters even develop themselves) unfortunately the girl is still a bit of a mess.... no different then when it all began.. but at least she has a name and I have a clear view of what she looks like. And the fish out of water him self, my Texan.... I relate to him ever so much, and though he hasn't changed to much, but I do still seek shelter in writing his narratives - for they are still the most familiar to me.

Although I guess I really wont have a clear view on the progression of the entire crew until I sit and begin again.

Time to go sit and pretend I'm not thinking about it.