If the characters are not alive to me, it doesn't matter how good the sentences are. It just becomes all cake and no frosting.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It's hard to know whether certain characters come to life or not, they either come to have their own life or they don't. I've written many things in which the characters just remain inert.
You can have the greatest characters in the world and write beautifully, but if nothing's happening, the story falls on its face pretty quickly.
Stories aren't the icing on the cake; they are the cake!
When the characters are really alive before their author, the latter does nothing but follow them in their action, in their words, in the situations which they suggest to him.
An author's life is different, complex, and ongoing, while a character's remains frozen in one little story.
Writing is only the frosting on my cake. I'm whole without it.
Whatever brief delights it provides, mere strangeness in poetry and prose eventually leaves us cold, especially when we suspect the writer is stretching for effect to avoid the actual life before his eyes.
I'm one of the writers that would die if I didn't say what I needed to say. For me, it's a matter of survival to write.
Characters die all the time. At times, they die amongst a reader's tears, and at others, amongst the applause, and some, still, in quiet satisfaction.
In fiction, plenty do the job of conveying information, rousing suspense, painting characters, enabling them to speak. But only certain sentences breathe and shift about, like live matter in soil.
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