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Character and Characters

November 16, 2020

I’ve decided to write a novel. Well, perhaps I should rephrase. I’ve had a trilogy “planned” for about three years now. I just haven’t done anything about it. I recently figured out why that might be the case.

 

I’ve had this grand plan to write an exciting story with the “usual” Secret Service assassination (or assassination attempt), complete with a complex execution plan and a hyper-observant batch of agents saving the day at the very last millisecond. Also, it wouldn’t be complete if the first book didn’t end on an extreme cliffhanger where someone has died and we won’t know who until the second book.

 

I had a general outline of the story for each book. I just needed to write it.

 

But I didn’t write it.

 

Every time I sat down to write the story, I failed.

 

I tried writing the last scene first. I tried to get that aggressively vague cliffhanger on paper, the blood and drama and the unknown just fingertips away from resolution as the reader turns the page only to find “to be continued” taunting them.

 

Make them want more, I told myself.

 

Writing is an art. Duh, right? There’s no correct way to go about it. There are plenty of tips and tricks from the best out there.

 

Write three pages per day for 6 months and you’ll have a first draft.

 

Outline the whole story first.

 

Let the story write itself.

 

Create a vision board.

 

Just get the crappy first draft down so you have something to work with.

 

The list goes on.

 

Every successful writer finds their own flow one way or another, I suppose. I finally found mine while writing my first book. I learned that I write my best work in the middle of the night. (Side Note: I’m not writing this in the middle of the night, so this is not my best. It’s a bad blog, remember?) Maybe that’s because nights are just quieter and more peaceful with less distractions. Maybe I’ve been wrong about myself my whole life by thinking I’m a morning person when, if given the choice, I’m a total night owl.

 

I’ve learned that I write better standing up, and, apparently, I’m not alone in that because Ernest Hemingway was known to write standing up (a fact I learned after I told some fellow writers I wrote this way). I’ve also learned that as much as I love journaling by hand and as much as I am a “fancy pen snob,” I cannot get quality work down quick enough by hand. Therefore, typing is best for me.

 

But I must tell you, things haven’t been flowing smoothly for my second book. One night, after hitting “select all” and frustratingly following it up with the “delete” button, something clicked.

 

I knew how I preferred the story to go, but I only had a surface relationship with my characters. I didn’t know who they really were. I hadn’t gotten into the nitty gritty with them. 

 

It’s easy to dream up an ideal ending to a story because it gives me a sense of control. I control where this story is going. What I say goes because it’s my story. My imagination. My words.

 

But how can I create the most powerful story without digging deep within these characters to see what makes them click? Why are they reacting this way? Why did this event have such an effect on them? What happened in his/her/their pasts that shaped them into their current characters?

 

I didn’t know any of these answers about my characters. I needed to change that.

 

I decided to try taking personality tests to help create my characters. I threw out my storylines and set out to create real, imperfect, and relatable people who would shape my now unknown story.

 

I’ve taken the Myers Briggs Personality Test three times (that I remember) during my adult life. The results have always been exactly the same no matter where I was personally, professionally, emotionally, etc. 

 

I’m an INFJ, the rarest Myers Briggs personality type. According to the Myers Briggs website, an INFJ is “the insightful visionary” of the personality types.

 

Here’s a quick summary of an INFJ:

 

“They tend to rely on hunches and trust their instincts. After they’ve thought something through, they’ll share their plans or ideas with others on a need-to-know basis. It can be difficult to change their minds on something they’ve already committed to. They’re motivated to make a difference in the world, often one person at a time.”

 

“People with INFJ preferences see the meaning and connections between ideas, relationships, and interactions. They love symbolism and metaphors. They generally have a lot of empathy for others and tend to be compassionate and sympathetic—their feelings can be intense.”

 

If you’re familiar with the Myers Briggs test, you’ll know the results are almost novel length themselves. No matter what part of my life I took the test, the result was always the same. 

 

Melanie Lentz - INFJ.

 

As I delved into the idea of developing characters based off their personality test results, I took the Enneagram test for myself because I’d never done it before (and the test is a little shorter, so I thought it might be easier to gather data on my novel’s characters).

 

My results for this one were not what I anticipated.

 

The Enneagram test assigns you a number based on your results. I scored highest in the 4 category and second in the 6 category. (Now I understand the lingo when people say, “Oh, you’re a [insert number]. That explains a lot.”)

 

A Four (4) is an Individualist. 

 

Fours are self-aware, sensitive, and reserved. They are emotionally honest, creative, and personal, but can also be moody and self-conscious. Withholding themselves from others due to feeling vulnerable and defective, they can also feel disdainful and exempt from ordinary ways of living. They typically have problems with melancholy, self-indulgence, and self-pity. At their Best: inspired and highly creative, they are able to renew themselves and transform their experiences.

  • Basic Fear: That they have no identity or personal significance

  • Basic Desire: To find themselves and their significance (to create an
    identity)

 

I expected myself to be a Three (3), the type more geared toward achievement, perfectionism, and the other traits that come along with a Type A personality (like workaholism).

 

But I am undoubtedly a 4. Not that I’m not still driven or achievement-oriented. But it’s not my strongest driving force anymore.

 

I’m struck at how I can remain the same INJF my whole life but go from an Enneagram 3 to a solid 4 over the past 5 years or so. Is it due to personal growth? Life experience? Or is it that I’ve finally “found” myself? I’m going to go with the latter.

 

I think deep down I’ve always wanted to matter and live a meaningful life. I lived in a distorted mindset that told me I had to be perfect in order to make a difference. But what did portraying the illusion of perfection (at all costs) get me? Nothing meaningful, that’s for sure. My excessive perfectionism and the faults that accompanied it (workaholism, unacknowledged depression, eating disorder, compulsive exercising, etc.) knocked me on my butt.

 

I took perfectionism to an extreme, my desire to achieve and control outweighing my desire to matter.

 

My perfectionism pointed out how imperfect I actually am. I was forcing my own ideal “story” for myself without really taking the time to honestly understand myself first.

 

Hm. Ironic, no? An ideal and authentic story is revealed when the characters reveal themselves. I’m sitting here taking personality tests to develop real characters for my novel, and I’m reminded that, while certain parts of me and my personality will probably always be a certain way, it is possible for mindsets and priorities to evolve over time.

 

As cliché as it sounds, my story is still being written. The plot twists and turns continue. I’m still learning. I still think I suck at life sometimes.

 

Online personality tests can tell me who I am all they want, but the important thing is that I’m living my story and embracing the process and the transformations.

 

The absence of self-awareness in my life made me lose my way. I got lost in my own “junk” and forgot where my story was supposed to go. I didn’t accept myself. I was unable to live an authentic life that mattered because the only thing that mattered for so long was “fixing” everything unfavorable about me.

 

But I like who I am becoming even if I don’t always like the timing or methods of the process that’s led my story to where it is today. I don’t always like certain parts of me, but I’m learning to appreciate who I really am because my life is more peaceful and productive when I allow myself to just be unapologetically ME.

 

Where is my story going? Forward, that’s where. My INFJ/Type 4 personality will probably have to detour through some more bad decisions and plot twist my way into a cliffhanger (or two) that will (hopefully) make sense in time.

 

In the meantime, I’m just winging it like you are.

 

See you next Monday!

 

Novice novel writer,

 

Mel

Tags: enneagram, myers briggs, infj, character, novel writing
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The MySpace Series: Part One
March 15, 2021
The MySpace Series: Part One
March 15, 2021

Last week, I was searching for an email to prepare for a podcast interview. The keyword search produced a handful of emails, one of which had the subject line “myspace blog posts” and myself as the sender/recipient.

Apparently, a few years back (or eleven), I copied all of my old MySpace blogs from college into an email (probably before I deleted everything on MySpace). I don’t remember sending this email, nor do I remember writing any of the posts.

As I read through them, I realized I’ve matured a lot since then, but I also realized I might need to revisit some of the “wisdom” my young adult mind was spouting on MySpace.

I guess I’ve been blogging badly longer than I thought.

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March 15, 2021
The Way Up
March 8, 2021
The Way Up
March 8, 2021

Well, I’ve had to make some more big changes in my life. For the last month and a half, I’ve been burning the midnight oil, stuck between finishing up the old and getting started with the new. For the first time in a long time, I fell behind on the things that matter to me a lot, and it’s not like me to let that happen. The Type-A in me was (and still is) horrified.

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March 8, 2021
The Little Things
January 11, 2021
The Little Things
January 11, 2021

Last week was quite a week, wasn’t it? I found myself saying aloud, “What is happening?”

What is happening? A lot, to say the least, and enough to leave anyone in a state of sadness and despair. What a mess. An important, troubling mess that needs sorting and fixing. Anyone on all sides of the table can probably agree with that.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what’s to come, both for me and for the country. I think I, like many, secretly hoped for clarity and change as the New Year rolled around. A clear path to the future.

When I know I need to make a change, I delay the decisions and hope for a “sign” that it’s the correct one before I make it. I’m sure many can relate to that. Big decisions are scary. Change is scary. But risk is necessary sometimes. Like I’ve been saying for a long time, I can’t move forward without getting uncomfortable.

But a sign would be nice, sometimes.

I suppose clarity and answers are often present if we stop and listen long enough to see them. There’s something to be learned everywhere, even if it’s in the little things.

That’s what I want to share today… a few little things.

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January 11, 2021
Notes to Self
December 28, 2020
Notes to Self
December 28, 2020

Last week I went through my Book Box, a big decorative box I used to store book drafts and ideas when I was writing Agent Innocent. Talk about a trip down memory lane. Wow. Those early book drafts were rough, not to mention very angry and depressing.

I was happy to send most of the contents of the box to the shredder.

I had forgotten, however, about some of the random contents I’d tucked away in there.

Sprinkled throughout the Book Box were post-it notes with quotes in my loopy cursive, torn pieces of paper with scribbled quotes from movies or television shows, and torn pages from magazines with quotes on them.

As I read these, I smiled, picturing myself in my little one-bedroom West LA apartment scribbling quotes and notes in the wee hours of the morning. The night owl in me was alive and well those days.

In my final Bad Blog of 2020, I’m going to go back to those late-night notes and share a few of them here. I remember the circumstances and reasons for some of them. Others I don’t. Either way, it was good for me to revisit them, and I hope some of them are encouraging to you as well.

Here they are!

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December 28, 2020
12,000 Steps
December 14, 2020
12,000 Steps
December 14, 2020

“Why are we like this?” Ah, we’ve asked this question many times.

I thought about the days of old, the ones before Apple Watches and activity trackers came into my life. I thought of the college days when my pink flip phone took crappy pictures and I had to hit the 7 button four times to type an S when sending a text. I trained for half and full marathons like this and had no idea what my pace was during these long runs. I just made a route ahead of time so I knew I’d gone the distance and didn’t worry so much about pace. It was about the experience, not the inner competition with a watch.

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December 14, 2020
Bad Day
December 8, 2020
Bad Day
December 8, 2020

When I have a bad or cranky day, I usually tell myself to “try again tomorrow” because a bad day does not have to be a bad week or a bad life. A phrase from Anne of Green Gables comes to mind. “Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it (yet).”

My family has a rule. If we are cranky, we need to “announce” it. It’s as simple as saying, “I’m cranky today, FYI.” If you act like an idiot to family, then someone is probably going to ask, “What’s your problem? Did you forget to announce today?”

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December 8, 2020
Winning
November 30, 2020
Winning
November 30, 2020

I want those people to know I’m not a joke, that I’ve won. God, I feel that.

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November 30, 2020
Throwing Stones
November 23, 2020
Throwing Stones
November 23, 2020

As a kid, I liked to collect pretty rocks. The shinier the better. The more misshapen the better. Sometimes I’d even find a dull looking rock and crack it in half with a hammer to see if the inside was shiny. I’d be delighted if the insides sparkled.

Today I still have pretty rocks, and, to some, random rocks around my house might look a little peculiar. But, then again, I’ve never claimed to be “normal” so perhaps visitors chalk it up to my eclectic taste in décor.

I came by some of these stones while living in West Los Angeles. Others were picked up after I moved to the Midwest.

The new rocks are healing stones.

(Now relax, family and friends. I have not taken to worshipping inanimate objects and I’m not delving into devil worship.)

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November 23, 2020
Character and Characters
November 16, 2020
Character and Characters
November 16, 2020

I’ve decided to write a novel. Well, perhaps I should rephrase. I’ve had a trilogy “planned” for about three years now. I just haven’t done anything about it. I recently figured out why that might be the case.

I’ve had this grand plan to write an exciting story with the “usual” Secret Service assassination (or assassination attempt), complete with a complex execution plan and a hyper-observant batch of agents saving the day at the very last millisecond. Also, it wouldn’t be complete if the first book didn’t end on an extreme cliffhanger where someone has died and we won’t know who until the second book.

I had a general outline of the story for each book. I just needed to write it.

But I didn’t write it.

Every time I sat down to write the story, I failed.

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November 16, 2020
September 12, 2001
November 9, 2020
September 12, 2001
November 9, 2020

This election was the first time I voted at an actual polling location. Since election days were usually travel days for me in the Secret Service, I was always an absentee voter. This time, I participated in early voting at a local shopping mall. I was excited as I stood in line. It felt like my first time voting. I sat in the little booth smiling like a little kid as I filled in my bubbles, smirking at the fact that Kanye West was actually an option on the ballot. I thought it was joke when others mentioned it. Guess not. I grinned from ear to ear as the lady stamped my ballot and handed me the “I Voted” sticker. #American

“I don’t want to talk about the election. I stay away from political topics.”

This is usually my answer when people ask me about politics, and, specifically, this election. I think this country has morphed into a place where those conversations are unlikely to remain civil, especially if they occur on the Internet where anyone and everyone behind a keyboard can become a rude, sniveling pile of hate to one another.

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November 9, 2020