Hiding with Cocktails, Character Development & my Invisible Cloak

I met up with some high school friends over the weekend, some of whom I hadn’t seen in at least 25 years. I needed to gird my self confidence because whenever I go to meet a group of high school folks whom I haven’t seen in a while all my 16 year old insecurities kick into high gear. I don’t think my body is even capable of producing the hormones I had back then, but I swear that as soon as I know I’m going into that situation I get a PMS zit, my hair goes from curly to frizzy and I can’t find anything to wear that looks remotely good on me.

So I decided that I would wear my novelist cloak for this little reunion. No, it’s not an actual cloak. It’s an invisible cloak, (with a hood) that I put on sometimes so I can secretly look at situations as a novelist. I decided my task that night was to study character. I tried, really hard, to do that. Cocktails did not help this exercise. But I found that some people are just naturally “characters.”

The guy who was a stuck up kid (well at least he never gave me the time of day) still sort of blew me off when I said hi. There was a boy who was always very friendly, the kind of kid you knew would grow up to be a nice guy. And he did! His wife’s lucky and so are the people in his community where he works as a police officer. I saw the girl who was so beautiful I kind of hated her (when I was 9) and she looked exactly the same (but then I remembered that she was a nice little girl, despite her prettiness). There were a couple of guys who remembered me but who I wouldn’t have been able to pick out of a lineup. Funny. But after talking with them a bit I could sort of see glimmers of the teenaged boys they once had been. There was one guy who looked exactly the same (great eyes) only totally bald. And then there’s my good buddy from 5th grade, who still has a fabulous smile and a cheery disposition. The neighborhood friend I’ve known since kindergarten was always  one of the kindest people I know, and now she can add hot and smart and funny. (It’s true! I know you’re reading this… Stop protesting!) And my homie who sang Cher songs with me into a hairbrush/microphone: Unbelievable woman. Like a force of nature. And what a character!

It won’t be difficult for me to use the rich material I gathered last night, because when I write my characters they are usually either totally fictitious or composites of people whom I know. And I can’t wait to make some awesome composites out of the people I didn‘t write about in this blog post! (Because maybe I don’t have such nice things to say…)

I had a great time at this reunion because by putting on my invisible  novelist cloak in the beginning I quelled the initial fluttering of butterflies in my stomach and after a while they stopped.

What cloaks do you wear? Do you still break out? How do you create a character?

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9 responses to “Hiding with Cocktails, Character Development & my Invisible Cloak

  1. LINDA: Ooooh! I like that idea. And I think I do that already. Sometimes I’ll meet a mean person and I’ll think of something (some story) that made him that way. And that makes me accept the person more and brush off his behavior instead of clobbering him. Cloaks have probably kept me out of jail.

  2. I don’t really view my invisible novelist cloak as something to hide under or like a hat that I wear. It’s more like when I wrap myself up in the fact that I write novels, I can look at situations, people and the world from a different perspective: that of a writer. And that’s what calms down the flutterbyes. When I remember who I am, and distract myself with a task (like looking at people as “characters”), the world becomes a nicer place for me to inhabit.

  3. Well my cloaks change all the time but they exist for the very same reasons that yours do, to quell the beasties in the belly that whisper and scream “YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH”, So I had a talk with mt beasties and I let them know that at my old age it is a miracle that I am not talking to my belly button and hearing answers. Oh yes a majority of my friends are dead and those that aren’t can’t exactly dance at a reunion. I said to me “see nothing to be afraid just celebrate it is this moment that counts” Linda you count, you vibrate with energy, you have a great crazy zany personality and girl you really don’t need the cloak at all. PARTY ON DUDE Love you cuz♥ Molly

  4. I do wear cloaks, and it’s weird, because the cloaks change with the group. I’ve got mom friends, high school friends, writing friends, my husband’s friends, family…I wear different cloaks for each of these groups and when the groups sometimes mix, it’s hard for me. I don’t think that I’m being fake with any of the groups, they just bring out different parts of me. Anyway, your reunion sounds like it worked for you. Good.

  5. Nice Article, Linda.
    I have as yet to return to the realm of my teenage years.

  6. Utterly beautiful. The invisible cloak can never hide the truth. Just like the clown mask cannot cover the humanity and kindness that exists beneath.

    • Dear readers,
      lepstein is not to be confused with lpepstein. I’m not talking to myself. Well, I might be, if nobody’s reading this. But I’m not commenting to myself. Oh. You know what I mean.