I’ve been writing for seventeen years. Coming up with characters and stories for longer than that. I have learned that characters have very little respect for personal space, time, prior obligations, or anything else relating to living life in the real world. It’s not their world after all, so I suppose I really shouldn’t be surprised at their lack of consideration. Usually they like to pop up at inopportune times like when I’m studying for finals or paying attention in meetings. But today–today I had a character come to me at the most inopportune moment. While I was sitting with my pants around my knees, answering the call of nature.
Seriously? In the bathroom? Is no place sacred?
I hate it when friends or coworkers talk to me in the bathroom. And here some character comes and starts whispering in my ear. Um, hello? Busy!
But it turns out that she was hiding out in a bathroom stall herself. I guess she was bored. Or maybe lonely. She hasn’t told me yet why she’s hiding in a bathroom stall or what she’s waiting for. But she’s finally consented to tell me her name and that she’s a teenager. So that’s a start.
What’s the strangest place you ever received a call from a character?