Meet Charlie, Smudge's sidekick.

Over the last couple of weeks I have been working on a scrip / novel I called BLACK ROCK TO BATHURST. I have decided to change the name to Smudge as it is a story about achieving his dream to race at Bathurst. I loved developing his character and posted his sheet a few days ago. This is a character driven story and Smudge needed a sidekick so let me introduce Charlie, Smudge's shiralee, a waif he rescues after her mother dies. 

I know you'll like the kid.

NAME:                                                          : Charlie

Position in story:                                            : Secondary lead

Age:	11 Years
Nationality:	Australian
Socioeconomic level as a child:	Poor
Socioeconomic level as an adult:	N/A
Hometown:	Orroroo
Current residence:	Orroroo
Occupation:	School kid
Income:	Nil
Talents/skills:	Knows how to graft. Had to grow up early / mechanical insight. Loves cars.
Salary:	None
Relationships:
Birth order:	Only
Siblings (describe relationship):
Spouse/partner (describe relationship):
Children (describe relationship):
Parents (describe relationship):	Terri (mother) dies early in the story – Bluey Nagel (Druggy} – has been out of Charlies life from the day of conception. Now has his eye on getting custody  of Charlie to take advantage of Terri’s estate.
Grandparents (describe relationship):	Never met them
Grandchildren (describe relationship):
Significant others (describe relationship):
Relationship skills:	Razor sharp instincts, wary to keep anyone close, but has an affinity with Smudge.
Physical Characteristics
Height:	Short
Weight:	Slight build
Race:	Caucasion
Eye Color:	Blue
Hair Color:	Ginger
Glasses or contact lenses?	Neither
Skin color:	Fair with freckles
Shape of face:	Pretty, high cheekbones hair is unruly and Smudge has a hard job getting her to style it. Clothes are a bit ragged, but he gets on top of that in time too.
Distinguishing features:
How does he/she dress?
Mannerisms:	Talks fast and can’t stop moving
Habits: (smoking, drinking/drugs/addictions etc.)
Any physical illnesses?	None
Health:	Good
Hobbies:	Fast cars and sport but has never had an opportunity while her mother was alive
Favourite sayings:	Good-on-ya       Right-oh!
Speech patterns:
Disabilities:	None
Style (Elegant, shabby etc.):	Shabby
Greatest flaw:	Her upbringing has left her a bit of a loner
Best quality:	Honesty and Loyalty
Personality Attributes and Attitudes
Educational Background:	Schooling at OAS
Intelligence Level:	High
Any Mental Illnesses?	None detected yet
Learning Experiences:	At school she holds back, but knows she can do the work at a high level
Character's short-term goals in life:	Ride in Psycho
Character's long-term goals in life:	Just to live
How does Character see himself/herself?	Shy and reserved, but will force herself to get ‘out there’
How does Character believe he/she is perceived by others?	Poor little blighter who deserves more.
How self-confident is the character?	Confident about her abilities but unsure socially
Does the character seem ruled by emotion or logic or some combination thereof?	No
What would most embarrass this character	Nothing her mother has desensitised her
Spiritual Characteristics
Does the character believe in God?	Doesn’t know anything about religion
What are the character's spiritual beliefs?
Is religion or spirituality a part of this character's life?
If so, what role does it play?

Character Profile: Smudge

After watching the recently released Aussie movie, The Last Cab to Darwin, I developed an idea for a character to feature in a new story. 

The story would have two requirements.

• It would be Australian with a rural character as the lead, a man who struggling to achieve an impossible goal.
• His life is turned upside down when a woman leaves town and dumps Charlie, her 11 year old daughter with him for a few days. Charlie becomes his ward.

Flying to Darwin last week I made a few notes about Silas. It is from those notes I now have a picture of who he is and how he sees himself.

Here are those notes.

Smudge owns a business across from the pub. Not a drinker himself, he knows what goes on over the road and is glad not to be part of it. He lives in a loft above the old showroom and is often in bed when the last patrons leave. Married in his early twenties his wife left years ago, she had hoped for more, but Smudge loved the town and its people. She wanted bright lights and shiny things, he couldn't afford.
     Years of battling the bank and chasing debtors has left him jaded with the system, but he races cars to take his mind off things. Psycho is his V8 powered, open wheel, dirt circuit race car and he loves it. The thrill of racing satisfies most of his desire, but not enough to scratch the itch of proper tin top circuit racing and he dreams of racing at Mt Panorama, Bathurst. A chance encounter with a race team offers an opportunity to see an event live and he is hooked.

Over the past few months I have wondered about how to write a screen play and for this book I have only written dialogue. I can complete the description later and until then I'll explore the techniques used to write screenplays.

Let me introduce Smudge, I think you'll like him.

NAME:                                               : SMUDGE         Silas Mudge

Position in story:                                 :  Main CHaracter

Age:	42
Nationality:	Australian
Socioeconomic level as a child:	Middle
Socioeconomic level as an adult:	Battler
Hometown:	Mechanic Owns his own business
Current residence:	Mezzanine above the workshop
Occupation:	Can do anything
Income:	Enough
Talents/skills:	Magician with mechanical devices
Salary:	What’s in the till
Relationships:
Birth order:	Only child
Siblings (describe relationship):
Spouse/partner (describe relationship):	Wife: (Ruby Staynes)  - left 23 years ago took what she could. Divorced and disappeared
Children (describe relationship):	None
Parents (describe relationship):	Dead
Grandparents (describe relationship):	Dead
Grandchildren (describe relationship):	None
Significant others (describe relationship):	No-one
Relationship skills:	Excellent, but won’t suffer fools
Physical Characteristics
Height:	187 cm
Weight:	87kg
Race:	Caucasian
Eye Color:	Blue
Hair Color:	Greying from red, salt & pepper beard when not shaving.
Glasses or contact lenses?	Glasses to read
Skin color:	Freckled & tanned (leathery)
Shape of face:	Narrow, spruces up quite well
Distinguishing features:	Killer grin
How does he/she dress?	Combination overalls with a rag hanging from the hip pocket
Mannerisms:	Always twitching and looking around.
Habits: (smoking, drinking/drugs/addictions etc.)	No, doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke after his dad threatened to beat him for smoking when he was a kid.
Any physical illnesses?	None
Health:	Fair
Hobbies:	Loves cars and racing
Favourite sayings:	Yep
Speech patterns:	Nothing discerning
Disabilities:	None
Style (Elegant, shabby etc.):	Shabby but can clean up hasn’t bought  new going out clothes since his wife left. Wardrobe clean but old fashioned.
Greatest flaw:	Generosity
Best quality:	Generosity
Personality Attributes and Attitudes
Educational Background:	Year 12 and then trade school
Intelligence Level:	High
Any Mental Illnesses?	No
Learning Experiences:	Life, parents died wife walked out and bank threatened to foreclose. Normal for a bush mechanic.
Character's short-term goals in life:	Survive
Character's long-term goals in life:	Be happy
How does Character see himself/herself?	Confident a bit maudlin at times keeps busy to forget past dramas
How does Character believe he/she is perceived by others?	Honest good at what he does, committed to the job the town and its people
How self-confident is the character?	Has some doubts but keeps them hidden.
Does the character seem ruled by emotion or logic or some combination thereof?	No, makes all decisions with thought. Constantly runs through different scenarios in his mind.
What would most embarrass this character	Being naked in public
Spiritual Characteristics	Unsure about an afterlife ready to accept death if and when it comes
Does the character believe in God?	Not sure
What are the character's spiritual beliefs?	Cannot comprehend an afterlife
Is religion or spirituality a part of this character's life?	His town is his spirituality, his tribe.
If so, what role does it play?	Keeps his belief system to himself.

Toby Farrier another rewrite.

I am editing my manuscript for TOBY FARRIER and as the words are beginning to run together. I thought I would share a passage from late in the book where Toby is keeping his promise to a dying man. I look forward to hearing what you think.

Toby wanted to say something. He’d seen priests deliver the last rights in movies, and could almost remember the words, but he would feel a fake if he said them. A prayer for Larry needed to be something more original. He lifted Larry’s hand and clasped between his.

Using his legs he dragged the chair closer, rested his elbows on the bed and thought about what he needed to say. Sure he could say the words in his mind, but that wouldn’t be a real prayer. No, he would say them aloud, and if others could hear, then maybe Larry’s God would too.

‘Dear Heavenly Father.’ No that sounds too corporate and, Larry was by no means that he thought.

Toby started again. ‘God if you can hear me, I’m praying for my friend Larry, I don’t know much about him Lord, but I’m sure you’ll have a record of his life up there somewhere. Well, I’m asking you to overlook any of the bad stuff Larry may have done, and to tote up his list of good stuff, please. I only met him yesterday and yet he showed me how to offer compassion to a stranger. I never fully understood that before.

When he asked me to hold Jock’s hand yesterday, I didn’t think I could do it. Right then, he taught me how to value the knowledge of a life well lived. Larry gave me that opportunity and I’m stronger because of it.

Even when his lungs were filling with fluid, he would con someone to take him out for a smoke, seeing the way he did that, I now understand the power of persuasive negotiation.

Larry showed me, that by taking a cigarette to his lips in his last days, that no matter how weak you feel, you can stand against popular opinion. I’m not saying I wish to smoke, I don’t, but. Larry cared about people, not their opinion of him. He knew exactly who he was and his body art defined him. He was proud of who he was.

Most of all Lord, I understand from teachings and what I’ve read, that you are a caring and forgiving God. In one day, Larry taught me to put others first. He has shown me that you go out of life with nothing. I learned that when he gave his ring to me. You see, Lord he couldn’t be sure I’d come back, but he wanted to give it to me anyway. So he showed me the value of faith. By asking me to sit here with him, Lord he’s taught me the value of trust and through my prayer, humility.’

Lord, Larry’s had enough trouble in his life. I’ve seen this in his drawings they show enough pain and conflict to fill the MCG. I don’t know if he has any family. Even if he does, he chose me for this, and I am humble.

Lord I’m asking you to take this ragged, painted angel, my friend Lizard into your arms and treasure him as a gift. When you receive his soul, thank him for me. I will never forget him.’

Toby paused and while he waited, his eyes moistened and he wanted to wipe them, but resisted, he still held Larry’s hand.

‘Amen’

How do you stop Story Ideas?

Story ideas are something I continually try to suppress. If I don’t, I find myself scurrying off on tangents and not working on my novels or other projects. 

This may well be one of those many, spur of the moment ideas, that result in nothing. Unfortunately, I now have to get it out of my system and will justify this diversion by saying it is for my blog. 

Everyone should post a comment at least two or three times a week to keep their blog or website relevant. Well that is what I heard anyway. As you can tell, this little rant is not going anywhere at present, but I am always building a file on things I have learnt and this piece could find its way into a book when I succeed in finding a publisher. So now as you see I have justified the diversion to myself and it is okay to plough on.

I’m sure all writers wake up with a burning idea and even scribble it down on a pad beside the bed. Some may even find a film contract for it. My problem is, by the time I have found the initiative to write it down. that idea is surpassed with an even better one and in less than two minutes. I start to write them both down and they are gone, that whole flash of brilliance has drowned like a match on the ocean. Not to fear it will come back, but not as the same idea.

I need help and over the next few weeks will try to find ways to derail this avalanche that ravages through my head. As I do, I will post an idea and the way I avoided it on the blog.

For instance, while listening to a talk by Matthew Naqvi at the Willy Litfest last Saturday, I had an idea. During his speech he said how people passionate about their craft had to make time to write. Grab a couple of minutes here. Take your work with you, scratch it into the pavement if necessary, but write. If it is an itch you have scratch, at least be prepared.

I had a notebook, as always, and wrote time thief in the column to remind me about his point. Now I’m in real trouble, on the way home I wondered about a name for such a thief and what his super powers would be. So now, after a few hours I have a book outlined and another project to write.

Getting back to Matthew’s session at the Willy Litfest, I learnt a lot an aspiring writer should know. His professionalism shone through and he encouraged writers to submit to different journals and publications. Sure we all have the World’s best novel in us, but writers have to eat too. On Saturday, Matthew pointed a few of us toward the soup kitchen and I thank him for that.

You can find the link to Matthew’s website by clicking here: http://matthewnaqvi.com/

IMPORTANCE OF SETTING AND PLACE New month New writing exercise

For June, Matthew Naqvi, our Wordsmiths of Melton tutor for 2015, set this exercise. We were required to email it him before we meet on Wednesday the 3^rd of June. 

I made some notes and wondered how I could apply what I'd written to Joe and Laura's story, in Les Gillespies Gold. 

It might not make it, but I've had fun writing this piece. I have made a couple of changes the Wordsmiths suggested and hope you enjoy my take on setting and place.

IMPORTANCE OF SETTING AND PLACE.

Write a two to three hundred word short story, describing a setting and place. Make it as strong as possible, while keeping it integral to the story. It must be pivotal and move the story forward.

SLEEP WANTED

Joe laid there, eyes closed. The bed was warm, cocooning them like a lover’s embrace. He knew it was 4.55 am; Harry over the road opened and closed his car door with care. The headlights lit the room. Joe supposed they did again today, just as they had every morning since Harry and his family moved in.

Joe felt Laura move a little and settle again, he wanted to touch her. He wondered about psychic ability and the power of suggestion when her foot probed for his leg. He smiled as she rubbed his calf in her sleep. She always did that about this time every morning. Her breathing had a comfortable rhythm and a smile crossed his lips. Just knowing she was his made him warm. He thought about their current problems and decided they were nothing to worry over, so long as she was there to face them with him.

Should he get up, close the door and go to the shed? The bed and being beside Laura tempted him to stay a little longer. Joe lie there focused on the shadow cast by the ceiling fan. His eyes adjusted to the dark, he eased up onto his elbow to peer over Laura’s shoulder. The clock grinned green at him. He squinted trying to read the digits, he needed his glasses, but the squint worked enough to see the dial to click over to proclaim, 5.11am.

He closed his eyes again to read the negative print of the time on his eyelids. The light coming from the window framed the curtains, like an old black and white photo. Les’s poem, his map and the fear of something wrong rolled around in his mind. If only he could get back to sleep.

Outside the rubbish truck made its way down the street Joe listened until it reached their address.

Without looking he knew the clock was grinning 5.23.