To get a face that goes some way towards matching what could only be termed the fruits of an over-reactive imagination could never be said to be an easy task. I have never really given much thought to which actor/model/one-scene-bit-part-extra looked most like my characters, but with Roll Me Over Slow the images I collected went a long way towards helping me to cement in my head what these new beings would be like.
And so I present to you my current cast, cram-packed with glittering stars and models, and heavily borrowed from the realms of Doctor Who and Vampire Diaries. Hey, a girl’s gotta get inspiration from somewhere!
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She won’t actually be called Sarah, you know. But she was inspired by a Sarah of my acquaintance. Wearing a cap on exactly the right angle, she turned to me and gave me a look that was sheer delightful mischief, and one word popped into my brain: ‘PIXIE’. (She’s delighted)
Suddenly I have a gorgeously talkative, effervescent dancer lounged across a table in the corner of my mind. She is aparently from the court of Queen Mab, sent to keep the peace as a nuetral party on the bequest of all sovreigns involved. Why anyone would send her to keep the peace, I don’t know! All I know is that sometime after the murder of my unfortunate male expendible cheating gentry, a new dancer shows up at the club Iris works in. She’s bold, cheerful, magical… laughter incarnate.A short petite sparrow with bright red hair and the widest smile, Sarah has the whole clientelle eating out of her palm. Maybe it’s due to her bizarre sideways honesty that Iris never guesses her true nature.
All I know about her really is that she’s there to keep the peace during the investigations, and God help any who decide to try to cross her. Five foot three she may be, but that’s five foot three too tall for you!
So. I write male characters. And I am a guuuurl. For as long as I can remember, I have been terrified of being told that my male characters read like they were written by a woman. To me, the biggest compliment anyone can give my writing is to think it was written by a guy, because to me that says that I succeeded in effectively portraying the characters, that they lived, breathed, and became something authentic.
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