So there's this guy who comes into the Starbucks where I write, every morning. He's wearing a burgundy hoodie, a pair of moccasins with white socks, and a pair of fleecy, camouflage pajama shorts emblazoned with the "Call of Duty" logo. He buys four venti coffees and leaves.
Now see, that's the sort of detail I'd like to be able to make up for a story! There are lots of little character-revealing things there. I don't know anything about him other than his appearance (and his unsuccessful attempts to flirt with the staff), but I feel like I could write his entire story. There he sits in his mother's basement, playing computer games and drinking coffee. Once a day, he sallies forth into the world to purchase a the morning's supply of coffee. In the afternoon and evening, he switches to Mountain Dew. He could write essays on the proper way to line up a shot in Call of Duty. He has, and it was well received on the message board where he spends all of his non-gaming time....
I like this exercise. Tomorrow, I'm going to do it again with one of the other regular patrons here.
17 November 2009
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