How I Learned to Write Characters (Or How I Became TV Trash)
I used to write horrible characters. They had no personality, embodied stereotypes of the worst types of people and the best, and every protagonist was a Mary Sue. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t relate to them. I created them, didn’t I?
Growing up didn’t fix that. Neither did meeting other people. It helped, yeah. But you can’t ever learn everything about someone. People don’t run like characters do, and if they happen to be similar, chances are they won’t let you find out. It came on its own.
I went through some hard times. At least, for a kid. I dealt with people that didn’t understand that me or my friends were human or had feelings. And it left me and my various mental illnesses struggling to even find motivation to write.
I watched TV. I read.
Finding characters, I understood why I needed to make them better. I found characters that I could relate to. Characters with faults. Characters that were bad people but with good intentions, and fixed themselves.
As I put scotch tape over my cracks in my mind, I learned more about how to write. And as I watched characters, I learned more about myself, too. I could write trauma now. I could write flashbacks. I could write depression and harassment and anxiety and sleepless nights.
And when it got bad, I thought to myself–one more episode. One a day. I just have to sit. There were days where I felt like I had nothing to live for but to find out what happened in the next episode of the current crappy anime I watched. I credit my life to it, honestly, because I was so far gone. I’m back now.
It was bad, but characters around me got through it. I was able to function if they were. They had motivation. I had motivation. I could write these things because I had been through these things and these characters helped me function.
Have any of you cried when you watched TV, not because it was sad, but because you felt the same way they did? Because all of a sudden you were back when you were weak and all you wanted to do was to make them feel better? Crying and sobbing in front of my phone because
I was like that too
And I want people to remember that and see the character get better too alongside them
Because they can do it.
Just little things. Steven Universe–anime–cartoons–I could relate. I could write. I could give my characters the same troubles I had and the same feelings and maybe
Someone else might find their reason to live another day. Someone else might figure out that they’re not alone.
And for all I know, that someone could be the future me.
It was worth it. It still is. Other people’s writing and drawings saved me. And you? The amateur writer going through a tough spot? A recovering pro? A beginner who wants to give up?
You could change somebody’s life. And that somebody might be you.
one of my favorite things about noragami is the fact that yato (aka god of calamity) can go from registered badass “Lay a finger on hiyori and official god or not i will end your life as you know it” who has kiLLED MORE PEOPLE THAN HE CAN COUNT
to next thing you know literal sunshine baby who the only thing he is king of is king of the DORKS
yukine is tired of his master’s never-ending shit show