Characters Who Have Shaped Me by Kathleen Delaney
Usually writers talk about shaping characters, about how they grow and change as the story evolves. And that’s true. We live with them, sculpt them, tweak them, change them if they let us, but we don’t always think of how they affect the reader. Oh, I don’t mean in the context of the story exactly, but how the characters themselves, their attitudes, the way they live their lives, the way they treat other people, can have an effect on someone else’s life.
My brother wrote me an interesting email the other day. He
has a habit of doing that, shooting off an idea that makes me stop in
mid-stream and think about something that hadn’t been there before. He had just
finished re-reading Anne of Green Gables and wanted to talk about it. I hadn’t
read it for years, so begged off until I could find my old copy and catch up.
In the meantime, he asked what character had most influenced me during our
growing up years, and why. Now, there is
an interesting question.
He said that the person he was most influenced by he didn’t
discover through childhood books. Instead, it wasn’t until he was a young man
that he discovered Atticus Finch. To Kill a Mockingbird has influenced millions
of people in all kinds of ways over the years, but the way Atticus handled his
role as a single father had never occurred to me. It did to my brother. The
balanced way Atticus approached his growing children’s needs, how he listened
to them, how careful he was to be firm but fair, how he brought them into the discussion
of the events that were going on in the town, my brother said, influenced
greatly how he tried to bring up his own children. Must have worked. They’re
pretty great people.
I read more growing up than my brother did, so have earlier
memories of books, characters that influenced me. Jo, of course, in Little
Women, all the animal books, I remember the dogs, cats and horses more than I
do any of the people. As I got older there were other characters that are
forever seared into my memory. Who could forget Scarlett, kneeling in the
garden, digging up roots, vowing she’d never be hungry again. Or Jane Eyre as
she returns to a burned Fairfield and a now blinded Mr. Rochester, or Oliver
Twist as he holds up that wretched bowl and asks for more? I could go on and on talking about characters
that I’ll never forget. But that wasn’t what he asked me. Was there one who had
an effect on my life, on the way I have lived? Was there one person, one
character whose behavior I’ve tried to copy? I’ve thought about that a lot.
Finally, I came up with one. Pollyanna.
Stop laughing. Go back and read it again. Pollyanna wasn’t a
simpering little thing who ran around with a holier-than-thou attitude. She had
some real problems, but what she really had, given to her by her father, was a
realistic coping skill. It was called the Glad Game. It started when Pollyanna, daughter of
missionaries, got crutches in the missionary barrel instead of the doll she
wanted. Her father suggested that, instead of being so sad, she should be glad
she didn’t need them. Good little girl that she was, she complied. Sounds
sappy, and probably was, but what he did was throw her a life preserver, and
teach her how to find one when life tried to drown her.
Everyone needs coping skills. There isn’t one of us that
doesn’t have stuff thrown at us through life that we think we can’t deal with.
I know I have, and these last two years, while I have learned to live without a
leg, learned to walk again, learned that I can do just about anything that I did
before, I’ve found they came in quite handy. Not that I’ve run around—wheeled
around—playing the Glad Game, but I’ve learned you can cope with almost
everything if you give yourself enough time and have some kind of life
preserver while you do.
I throw a whole lot of things at the characters in my books
that require pretty good coping skills. Maybe that’s why I like writing
mysteries. I like to see how these people work out all those problems I present
them with. In mysteries, coping is what its all about. I try to make my
characters as real, and as memorable as possible while they struggle with
murder, mayhem, and mind numbing tragedy. And if any one of them ever is able
to influence someone’s life in even the tiniest little way, my cup will runnith
over.
Thanks, Pollyanna
Dying for a change: http://authl.it/B005H49UM8
First Place for Murder
http://authl.it/B005H49Y2O
And Murder for Dessert http://authl.it/B003V8BSG8
Murder Half-Baked http://authl.it/B00DJGUONU
Murder by Syllabub http://authl.it/B00507FRW4
Bio:
Kathleen Delaney is the author of the Ellen McKenzie
real estate mysteries. The series has been praised by Library Journal,
Publishers Weekly and Kirkus. And Murder for Dessert was named a Notable
Mystery by Booksense.
Kathleen’s next book, Purebred Dead, is the first in a new
series featuring Mary McGill and her dog, Millie. Mary is a retired home
economics teacher who now donates her time to running many of the town’s
charitable events. She has her finger in every pie and a seat on every
committee. The town counts on her to make every event run smooth. Usually they
do, but not this time. There is a dead man in the manger of the town’s
Christmas scene, a small black and white puppy beside him. Two of the local
children saw a man run out of the manger. Did he see them? Are they in danger?
Mary, along with Millie, determine to find out. The new series will be released
by Severn House in the UK in May and in the US on Aug 1.
Kathleen lives in Georgia, close to two of her own
grandchildren, along with two dogs and a cat.
Web site: www.kathleendelaney.net
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