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My favorite color is  . . .

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So what does that say about me?

Does it mean that I’m a tree hugger? Or I’m someone who lobbies for clean air? Or maybe I’m in love with money? Or I’m envious of others? Or I’m a little bit Irish?

I’ve taken many writing classes. Some of them focus on character development using extensive questionnaires that delve into the personality, family history, education, etc. of a character in a novel.

One such question is what is the character’s favorite color.

Now you might think this is irrelevant in a novel, but maybe it is not so irrelevant.

If  a character’s favorite color is green, she/he might choose clothing that is green or paint his/her room green.

But that is just superficial.

How would knowing their favorite color show a character’s character(pardon the repetition)?

I’ll explain how it could show more about the character by telling you why my favorite color is green.

When I was little, my mother made me a birthday cake every year and decorated it with the usual “Happy Birthday, Anita”  in pink letters. Sometimes my age was on the cake. But always there were pink roses with green leaves.

Mama had one small bowl of frosting with pink food coloring and another bowl of frosting with green food coloring. Because the pink was used more to make the letters and the roses, there was always more green frosting left over.

It was a treat to eat what remained of the frosting after the cake was decorated. To get more of that sweet stuff, I said my favorite color was green, so my sister was stuck with the pink leftovers(not much).

It was not that I really liked green more than pink, but that the green gave more to satisfy an extremely overactive sweet tooth.

So knowing my favorite color is green reveals that I have a sweet tooth, but it also reveals that I’m a selfish person. I’m not proud of that character flaw. On the contrary, I want to be less selfish.

Maybe your character realizes he/she has a selfish streak, but wants to overcome it.

What might that look like in a novel?

What is your character’s favorite color?




Sara’s latest tale. We had a lot of fun laughing at the dialogue between the characters.

The Halloween Scream

There was a little family called the Robertsons. The youngest child was named Isabel and the middle child’s name was Zoey. The oldest child’s name was Jackson. He was mean and always scared them.

“Tomorrow’s Walloween,” said Isabel.

“That’s not how you say Halloween,” said Jackson.

“Don’t be mean,” said Zoey.

“Halloween’s for babies,” said Jackson.

“No, it’s not,” said Zoey. “Now we’ve gotta go pick out our Halloween costumes.”

“You’re already wearing yours,” said Jackson. “And so is little baby smurfette.”

“I not waby murfpet,” said Isabel removing her thumb from her mouth.

“Dar har har,” said Zoey.

“Come on children,” said their mother in a squeaky voice.

“Coming momster,” said Jackson.

A few minutes later they picked out their costumes. Isabel was a pumpkin and Zoey was Taylor Swift. And Jackson was a werewolf.

Isabel said, “Fwuffy doggy.”

Jackson said, “I ain’t no dog, dawg. You overgrown booger.”

Zoey sang, “Stop fooling arou-ound. We never have to be this me-ean. Ah yeah.”

Jackson said, “You’re no Taylor Swift, you’re more like Taylor Swiffer.”

Zoey sang, “I hate that ole dirty ole Swiffer upper you never let me use.”

“If you sing one more time, dis little doggy here is gonna eat you. Dum Dum dum.”

“Oh, no! Tonight is Halloween,” said the two girls. “The store is shut down all night.”

They all heard the door slam as the lights grew darker and the costumes started to light up and float around.

“Isabel, is that you?” asked Jackson. “I’m scared of the dark.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he screamed, in a panic, running around in circles like a fluffy doggy.

Zoey grabbed one of the costumes and jumped at Jackson with the costume, then she said, “I’m Zoey. They killed me. And now I’m one of them.” Then she started to laugh as Jackson was crying sucking his thumb and rocking back and forth on his back.

“Mommyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Jackson.

Then they turned on the lights and started laughing at him.

“Tomorrow’s Halloween, you tiny scaredy dog.”

The End.

Blue Eyes

Remind me of the Blue Sea

Blue Eyes

Remind me of the sky I see

Blue Eyes

Remind me of the blue flowers that tickle me

Blue Eyes

Remind me of your love for me.

The End.

My Sara girl doesn’t like writing poetry as much as writing fiction, but I think she did a good job.

The Little Lost Kitten



One day Angela, the cat, had seven kittens. Their names were Whiskers, Polka Dot, Brownie, Daisy, Chocolate Chip, Puff and she didn’t know she had another one so she didn’t name it. She was giving all six kittens some food, but the seventh kitten didn’t get any. He felt left out. So he ran away and named himself, Plaid.  He walked through the street and got hit by a car but he only injured his leg, so he found a box and lived there.

Six years later, he woke up, yawned and stretched a big stretch and the next  thing he knew he was walking on the red carpet because he was the star of the Little Lost Kitten. Thousands and millions and trillions knew his name. His mama didn’t know that he would be so famous when he got left out of the family and was homeless.


The End.

I love happy endings.

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