The same characters that keep reappearing, bigger than life, find their own integrity in doing what they do the way they do it, even if it causes their own deaths.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
As a writer, I have this compulsion to take characters who appear formidable and bombard them with adversity until they crumble. What's interesting is watching them rise again, and seeing how they've changed and grown, if indeed they have.
I don't try to live the life of my character but I think it's inevitable that there is some carry-over into your life.
Character develops itself in the stream of life.
The goal is to have every character take on a life of his or her own. Sometimes characters will come into the story that I haven't planned.
The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble.
The characters do have a life of their own; it's weird.
People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves; that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves.
Unlike life, you've got more or less complete control over what's going on in your stories. That's not to say you can make characters do whatever you want them to - they usually have a life of their own if you've done your job properly.
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.
I guess you could say that no matter what the characters are enduring, I try to make them retain their humanity. Their self-absorbed, grouchy, selfish, aggravating humanity.