- What is your least favourite character to write?
None! I write a wide varity of characters, no matter their personality.
What do you think of the word 'said'?
Said isn't a bad thing, but I would only use it if there's nothing else to describe it. I certainly do not prefer it, of course.
What's your favourite flaw to give one of your characters?
Being the outcast. It just shows them being a shy, lonely person in the beginning, then further more into the story their true idenity.
Quick! You have ten minutes to write a (small) scene about a character called Raymond!
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Spiraling upwards in a slow manner of uncertainty, dust drifted around the small room of the old cabin. Purple light illuminated from the small specks of magic, coming from the old staff Raymond's grandfather held. The mans old wrinkled hands clenched the stick tightly, making his knuckles grow red. Raymond watched with amazement, his eyes glowing up like stars at dusk. The torches blazed like fire on the walls of the wood walls. "Can I try, granddad?" Raymond inquired excitedly. The little boys palms itched to grab the wood of the ancient staff. "You must wait till it is your time, young one," the wise man answered, looking down at the little boy. Raymond sighed sadly, looking down at the floor of the cabin. "When is that time?" Raymond asked uncertainly. "You will see." Once again, the disapointed boy sighed. He never got to play with magic. Granddad never let him try the staff out, not even just to see if the little boy was fit for being a wizard. Raymond then looked out the small window of the cabin. Night had fallen. The guards will arise from their graves, to fight an endless battle never to be won. Little did he know, Raymond was destined to end this battle, once and for all.
(Ended at 5:00)















