So, brilliant me that I am, I'm sharing a few of my observations. And, since I would never wish to malign the revered Mr. Jordan who is not only published and very popular but, well, dead, I'll use examples from my own writing to illustrate the point. I have to say here that I greatly admire Robert Jordan. He died with his boots on, as it were, a worthy goal to strive for.
Lesson #1: Beware Character Creep
Writing for me is creating a world. It starts out a tiny microcosm as first one and then another character is developed, as they interact with each other and as I, as a writer, get to know them. (I don't develop characters so much as grow acquainted with who they are). Then, as they move through the plot, they interact with more characters who in turn start to reveal their personalities, and with them their back stories, in an ever-expanding spiral.
Because I have been attempting to produce a non-humiliating work, I have been with this particular set of characters for nearly ten years. Needless to say, their world is very large, and, although the primary plot is set in 1814, I have plot lines that go back to 1776 . . . erm . . . 1745 . . . 1660 . . . Okay. 1066. But that's only family history, and 1660 is the cataclysm that sets everything else in motion. My point is, the longer you hangout in your characters' universe, the more complex it becomes.
That isn't necessarily a bad thing. For instance, take Loyal Partridge, AKA Colonel Quayle. He started out as nothing more than a witness in a trial, a nameless faceless entity lurking in the shadows, but then, how could he be in such close proximity to my title character without being affected by her? Over the course of the years, Colonel Quayle has become a primary character in my story, a best friend, a courageous soldier, a noble soul with a tormented past, and the foil for our hero in a poignant love triangle. Getting to know Loyal turned my sad little sequel to Pride and Prejudice into a multi-generational tale on a grand scale, one which can stand on its own without being propped up by another author's success. (At least, that's the hope).
I have found that the surest guard against this is to maintain anonymity. I try not to give tertiary characters names, because to do that I have to figure out who they are and why they are there, which inevitably opens up their own back story and I start to liking them. Case in point: Devon Pevensy.
Devon Pevensy is the side-kick of a side-kick, the faithful friend of one of our hero's minions. Well, Archer Arlington is more than a minion, but as he struggles away earning his articles as a solicitor, alone and isolated from the tribulations of his friends, he has to have someone to talk to. Thus, Devon Pevensy was born. . . and, thus Devon Pevensy grew until I found myself writing him into scenes where he affected nothing, and even casting about for a wife for him and considering changing up my plot to accommodate him. While that worked for Loyal, by the time Devon came along, he was just one more extra in a very large casting call. I still like him and glad he keeps Archer company, but poor Devon is doomed to remain uncredited. He is a distraction, plain and simple.
The Collateral Sequel
I am emulating another favorite author, Orson Scott Card, who, in Ender's Shadow, wrote a parallel sequel to Ender's Game, which was the tale of Ender's side-kick, Bean. OSC does a fabulous job of this, and I believe this strategy is far less confusing than trying to track everyone all at once. Truth be told, one of the biggest reasons I've rewritten this, or started writing this, or given up on writing this so many times is because of the complexity.
|Don't let your protagonist get lost in the excitement.|
I hope I write about Devon Pevensy some day. With a name like that, he deserves top billing. Unfortunately, he has to queue up behind Archer Arlington, Loyal Partridge, Honor Thorogood and Piper Durant.
* Had I pressed forward with The Famous Mrs. Darcy, Austenophiles would have lynched me when they saw what I had done to Ms. Austen's characters. Piper Durant and Cassandra Sterling are their own selves.
—A Chaotic Mind