Friday, March 8, 2013
Favorite Things: Randoms
I like sunsets.
I like chocolate, and white wine, and blue fingernail polish.
I like boots. All kinds of boots.
The smell of snow.
I like classic cars.
'67 Chevelles with black cherry paint.
I like Christmas lights.
Twice baked potatoes.
The smell of book ink.
The sleepy sounds of a barn bedded down for the night.
Everyone is full to bursting with inane little aesthetic favorites: things that only those closest to them know or understand. They're insignificant to strangers; but sometimes, learning that someone likes the smell of diesel fuel and cries through the last ten minutes of Seabiscuit brings about a certain closeness. They can make friends out of acquaintances. They can also make friends out of characters.
Characters need quirks, too. It takes them to the next level - transforms them from names on paper to living breathing people with which an audience can connect.