I started getting into a charecter’s head today. A man from a short story series I had started a year ago. It felt strange.
Like, reconnecting to the tone or mood of dude.
A broken man.
A lost man.
He’s also a man that stands in the face of danger and puts his life on the line. Not to be a hero. Not for altruism bullshit. No. He’s just a man trying to defend and fight for us own.
I relate to his brokenness but his courage. That’s something else.
I discovered this charecter from a question.
What happens when our vanilla dreams of a perfect dream are blown to shit by the arrival of the unknown in a hell storm of giant dumpster fire.
The man I revisited to write about is a man that stands a part from the shit and fights on because that’s all he knows to do.
This is why I love to be a writer.