I’m in need of practice, specifically with character description and prose. I suck at these two aspects of storytelling. I like to be all Dialogue, Dialogue, Dialogue. So, I’m going to start a writing exercise where at least once a day I spend thirty minutes to an hour trying to write as much as I can in terms of character description/development WITHOUT ANY DIALOGUE. I started last night, here’s what I came up with:
Aribelle Justice loved her job. She counted herself lucky. How many people could actually say they loved their job? She loved that every day was the same, yet different. She loved making people beautiful.
When she went into work on a Saturday, she didn’t consider life unfair. She never once thought, “I never get a real weekend! Why didn’t I choose a normal 9-to-5 type career?”
Aribelle Justice loved her boyfriend, once. Not so much anymore. But she hadn’t realized it yet. Things were comfortable with him. He was handsome and intelligent; he treated her with respect. But the spark was gone.
When she left work on a Saturday evening, she wasn’t excited to go home. She wanted to stay at the salon, see a few more guests, make someone else’s date night incredible.
Aribelle had been one of the pretty girls in high school, though no one would claim she was beautiful. She had deep brown eyes and long dark hair, a round face and slightly chubby cheeks. The boys loved her because she was fearless and never took herself too seriously. Senior year, she climbed to the top of the school’s clock tower, in a bikini, to protest the strict dress code. Now, ten years later, her face slightly rounder, her hair slightly lighter and much shorter, she used that same fearlessness and a pair of shears to transform her guests from shlumpy housewives into fierce sex kittens.
She walked into the salon every day with her head high, thanks to two-inch heels. She hadn’t felt her toes in over six years, but she didn’t care. “Beauty is worth a little pain every now and then,” was her motto and she took nothing more seriously than beauty. It was her job, after all.
So it wasn’t fate that she happened to be wearing a stunning outfit on a Wednesday afternoon in March. Dark jeans, a fitted royal blue top, and a killer black blazer. She always dressed to impress. But perhaps it was fate that caused Tom Witherspoon to schedule an appointment with her best friend and co-worker, Lacey, on that same Wednesday afternoon. Or, it might have been fate, if she believed in fate. But she didn’t.
Now I’d like your help. In the comments, give me the name of a character and one or two thoughts on who this character is. I’ll post my practices here and everyone is free to critique to help my improve my writing in this area. Sound like fun? Thanks in advance for your help!