Sometimes, characters leap out so much more than the story they inhabit. Some characters just won't stop talking until they're done being talked about...until the day, in my head, that they die. But some characters transcend death.
Let's talk about Alastair. He's tall, gangly, a pale and freckly ginger lad with a weird sense of humour. He's young, somewhere between the ages of 16 and 20. He's a bit of an orphan and manages to wrangle himself into any story I write. Alastair/Alasdair is always there. He's not ever a main character, always an unruly sidekick. But I love him. I'm in love with him. In every story, he will always be there. One day he may have a different name, a different face, but Alastair will always crop up in some way. Until the day I finish his story he will always be my character. my Character in Search of An Author.
One day, Alastair, I promise I will finish your story. Until that day I promise to give you the love and attention you so deserve. You will one day have your rest. For now, you are just a figment of my imagination. One day, you might be in the imagination of so many others.
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