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Creative Writing: Character Creation (MINI) PDF

Welcome to July 1st, 2021!

What a rippling year it has been so far for many Creative Writers around the world.

During the past 18 months (life in lockdown,) I’ve corresponded with fantastic Creative Writers and Creators within the industry for the arts.

Networking has been one of my positives to come out of these unprecedented times. Throughout a plethora of conversations, the topic swayed to characters and how to create them. As some of you may already know, I specialise in writing short fiction, my ultimate form of narrative – the characters I have created and enhanced are believable and captivating. Even the deceitful characters are loved by an audience that appreciates written pieces of art.

Following excellent feedback from my fellow Creative Writers, I have made a MINI guide for anyone that needs it.

I hope you enjoy this FREE PDF, and it helps you develop the art of creating characters.

‘Remember that help is always available from DAMEUNIQUE.blog for anyone that needs it.’ Unique

Please note: This version of Character Creation PDF is the MINI version that is available as a FREE download. This guide is to be used as a tool to help Creative Writers create characters.

***I should add that a PRO version of this document will be published at a later date.***

As this is the first document of this kind that I have shared with my fellow Creative Writers, I would appreciate any feedback that you may have. (Please use the comments below, or get in touch via e-mail.)

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A Saturday of Significance: 19.06.2021

A Saturday of Significance – 19.06.2021

Some mornings I wake up and see mini reels of those days, playback in my mind. You had known me for the best part of more than two years, yet when an indignant person decided to speak lies into the ears of few, you sided with them over my heart.

When I sought your support, you turned your back and fixed your mouth to speak sideways from your neck. In-person, you silently chose to side with a liar.

When apart, you voiced how real their story felt. Yet, you and a few others ignore the fact that you know I have never done anything like or similar to the words this attention seeker repeated.

It is incredible how liars become victims these days, and their target receives hate and a tainted reputation – all from a lie.

The most significant memory that tortures me is where I welcome this person into the group. I educate this person and uplift them. I provide for them and encourage them to step up onto the next stage and fly!

Imagine for a moment the smile that beams from their burgundy painted lips. ‘Good Morning Unique! Thanks for everything you have done for me; I couldn’t have managed this week without you.’ Words that instil a positive vibe within any form of relationship, facial expressions that gain trust and assure you that this person is genuine and respectful.

Little did I know back then that behind every smile was a whisper to another that I’m the bad guy. Layered between every compliment was a personal attack, sent above and around me, about me.

Some mornings, like this morning, I wake up and playback a period in my life where I was framed. I was made a scapegoat, and my lips were sealed together with lawful threats. There are seconds when I notice I’m not breathing or I’m breathing too fast. Where I freeze, and my tears scream to be freed, but I know I’m tired of crying. I wonder if I should have highlighted how I was tormented, used and discarded because…

I draw comfort from our universe as I know karma exists. I understand that time is key, and justice will arrive at the right moment.

A Saturday of Significance – 12.06.2021

In the early hours of this morning, I called out to my love, and he answered.

I shouted, ‘I love you,’ he replied, ‘I love you, too.’

I remember feeling a little uneasy, but that never stopped me from expressing my love. Finally, he left out for work, and I turned my back on the window and cried.

Never before had I felt anything resembling love. Not until that moment, that is.

An excellent sentence to use and to hashtag, the sentiment of true love pulls everyone inside, and the caution of love has the love-less peering in through the open windows.

When I first heard those precious words whispered into my soul, I bore a beautiful baby.

I felt like I had to show my love, so I created love with the one who loves me the most.

Today I received a text from my love, reminding me I am loved, and love continues to flourish, even throughout the weeds of life.