I am always asked where I get my ideas for a novel. For me
it is simple: characters. For instance,
in my short story Play Beethoven, the
character Mac is confronted at an early age with discrimination. Something I
saw on television triggered a memory I had of my grandmother and her prejudices.
Although her name wasn't Sarah, a young Jewish girl lived down the street from
my grandmother and one weekend I did visit her home. It hurt when I remember
how my grandmother reacted to me playing with this young Jewish girl.
I had an idea, but I had no story. What I did have was two
characters.
I kept mulling this idea over in my mind, but I still didn't
know where I was going with it until a friend called me. The minute I heard her
squawky voice over the phone I cringed. She is a nice person, but the voice can
be irritating. By the time I'd hung up the phone, the opening scene where Sarah
approaches Mac as he puts on his roller skates was rolling around in my head. I
immediately started writing. Did I have a story? No, but I knew that the
characters would help me develop the story. They would tell me what was going
to happen—and they did.
Every time I get an idea for a story it falters and
eventually dies. I can't write and let the plot carry the story. I have to rely
on my characters. You can read Playing Beethoven on my web site.