The actual question of the week was one that I posed: “Do your characters tend to have skills that you have yourself? Do you write about people who do things that you wish that you could manage?”
The answer to that should be another: “Why do I always think that I will remember what I had in mind when I first thought of this question?”
I truly haven’t a clue.
As I run through my works or works-in-progress, I see that many of the stories are based on true events, those that happened to me, and to others around me.
I have put only a bit of my actual skills in my works of pure fiction and believe it or not, none have anything to do with cooking.
One of my biggest works involves an exotic locale and although food is mentioned, some who know of the story often comment that they expected to see me go into greater detail on the local foodstuffs. There is really no sense in that, as it adds nothing to the story and the protagonist is not involved in the making of it. It’s mostly mentioned for a little color and as part of the plotline to show what is going on with the husband and wife within the story.
The wife in the story does bookkeeping from home and I did that, but it was no big deal. I was not a whiz, neither is she, and it is not part of the actual plot.
Another of my mostly fictitious stories involves a magician and well, no, I never could pull off even a card trick and I have never, ever wanted to get involved in performing magic.
One story has a woman who has things happening to her that are akin to things that happened to me, but more like those of someone I know, and the young woman protagonist has the job of someone else who I knew, and not one that I ever coveted, nor, indeed, believe that I am suited to do.
Now, there is my angel story, or, to be precise, the story about an angel that my grandson gave to me some years ago. I could probably do the job that one of the women in the story ends up doing, (counseling the dying), but I could not have at her age. Another woman in the story works in a book sales and repair shop, and I would like to work there, but she doesn’t do the actual work, so, no, (and I would not want to be her for anything on the planet.)
Of course, there is the guardian angel. I guess I don’t even have to explain how I am not in any way able to manage Heavenly skills.
I know this post is lame, and I wish to Heaven that I had made notes for this. I realize now that I maybe should stretch out and use my few developed talents in my works or look into those that I wish I could do, and add it to my writing.
However, I believe that there are far too many cozies out there with bakeshops and tearooms with recipes in the back for me to go down that road.
I have to say that I am surprised by finding that next to none of my characters have skills to which I can lay claim, or even those I wish that I had attained.
This is something for me to ponder.