Characterization: Writing in Perspective


When I first encountered this little spoof about a dog taking on human characteristics, I laughed. Sure! it was funny, and it was endearing.


Could it be true? I mean, couldn’t it be possible for animals to know exactly what we are thinking simply by reading our brain waves? Because after all, thoughts are invisible.

Although we KNOW one is alive mentally by those brainwaves moving about on the scientific screen, science has yet to evolve to spirituality–and we don’t know if it ever will.

Science reads brainwaves only, in the physical world; it has no connection to the spiritual world, hence, there is not a spiritual universe for those who follow science ONLY… Thus, we cannot say whether or not animals can read our human brainwaves too.

Who is to say that animals can’t read our brainwaves in some animal form, that they too, are capable of using, in their own spiritual universe… maybe they are assessing what we are thinking…hmmmmm.

When we look at an animal, not all of us see anything other than some kind of living critter, which to our mind, needs only food, sleep, sex, and an occasional jaunt around the outdoors, with others of its kind.

Writers, to which group I belong,  take things a step further than the average person, because it is in the writer’s nature to ponder EVERYthing.

Writers think way beyond what others might be thinking, or they are able to interpret to themselves what they are thinking; others simply don’t exercise that portion of their brains.

Perhaps science does not see the value, most likely because science does not seek a spiritual level of existence. Science is a doubting Thomas as a whole; it only believes what it sees, touches, hears and smells.

Whereas, most Writers do value the unseen, spiritual realm and emotional apperatus, untouchable. Writers see to find the TRUTH in existence, hence, they are constantly seeking… And seeking, makes for very astute observers.

Thus, who is to say or not to say whether or not the dog, displayed above, isn’t really thinking about his “master” cleaning up his poop, and then wondering if his master is going to serve his food not having washed his hands? Can you at least agree with me it’s possible?

On the other hand, another dog might be looking at his master, not even considering his hands when picking up his dog’s poop. That dog may be thinking, “I’m hungry, I wish he’d hurry up!” Therefore, animals in their own universal thought process, can be just as different as humans in their thought processes.

So let me share with you a thought or two about this quality of observation from the standpoint of a Writer. Because all of the above rhetoric was only a segue into the conversation in which I am about to enter.

Every living, breathing critter (including humans), have a certain character, or certain characteristics that identify them distinctly. That is true about animals, too. Have you not ever noticed the difference in one pet from another? One may bit easily, another may be the kindest, docile pet you could ever have. Then, another pet could be totally observant, and another could follow anyone without knowing them, while another would run until its heart stopped, from anyone they do not know. THAT, my friends, reveals character and characteristics.

So now, let’s turn out attention to the human. Humans definitely have characters and characteristics that identify them as a certain character, as well.

Great novelists and authors use their observations to assess character, in everyone–in everything! This includes people, animals, birds, bovine, equine, the weather, the ocean and all its movements at different times of the day, or night. Writers and novelists even enlist themselves into arguing with one another over how to define such observations and the events in which they exist.

I am talking about changes in scenery, depending upon whose viewpoint is being showcased. If a doctor sees someone having a heart attack, you might have a report that looks like this: the patient went into full cardiac arrest, with assorted arythmia at start, then complete flatline within 45 seconds… Whereas a truck driver might see it like this: the guy wacked out, I think he was seizing or somethin’ and foaming at the mouth like some dog bit e’m or somthin…

From the truck driver’s view, the hospital may seek for dog bites, or wounds, while attending to the arythmia. But the doctor’s view will have the hospital team go directly to working on the heart.

Because of these two different reports, those who hear their reports may react to taking action differently. In one case, the report indicates less than life or death. In the other report, hospital staff will read the report as a matter of life or death indeed.

But what am I really talking about?

I am talking about Writing. I am talking about actual events in a Writer’s tendencies: of observation, analysis, definitions and elements of characterization. And then, comes the “reporting” (writing of a story or novel).

I remember in college a professor stating that without the plot, there is no significance in character, hence the plot comes first.

He was dead wrong. But HE was the teacher, and I the student. I’m glad I’m not so gullible as to think simply because someone is employed with credentials that they might be more informed than myself.

Characterization is everything, otherwise, the world could be turning, plants could be growing, plots could be happening through tornadoes, and so forth, but who would recognize the plot if not for some kind of character interpreting it?

One must admit that without conscious effort to recognize an event or “plot” of sorts, there is nothing. There is only oblivion. There is no recognition and definition of the event occurring at all.

So it is very important. Characterization in a story of any kind, is the key to learning how to evolve into the spiritual realm of existence.

Assuming my readers here agree with me, I will begin a teaching series of characterization, come January, 2018.

Remember: the perspective of the Character is created by the Writer, who dictates the Character’s behavior and thought process, and the careful plotting of this aspect in the story (characterization) will affect the Reader as the Author desires, and as the Character presents.

Again, Writers make their entire life’s purpose defining actions and thoughts, and all that those two elements enclose, giving the meaning to the character’s “perspective,” and the Reader’s potential for growth toward a spiritual universe.

Writers create the world Readers read, in order for humans to evolve into larger intellects…which leads to a spiritual awakening. Well, at least Many Writes do, I cannot speak for them all. I see myself in that group.


May your 2017 end with joy, Merry Christmas, and on to the new coming year.

Lydia Nolan, Editer,

A Day in the Life…of our Generation… the Baby Boomers.

I am at that “jumping off point” as described in “Fried Green Tomatoes,” denoted by Jessica Tandy’s character, which means I’m at the end of my life, or pretty near anyway.

I managed not to listen to my parents and chose to learn what ever I wanted to learn, however I wanted, because I had absolutely no respect for my parents. You see, I was the last of six kids, my parents did not get along (I didn’t know why then), and both of them left most of the time, to escape the poverty and disarray of the home life, leaving us 6 kids alone most of the time.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. My eldest brother was 12 years older than I, my eldest sister 10 years. But as each grew, each left, and it was me in the last stand, suffering the comedic tragedy and the irony of the whole thing. i am talking about what came by that time.

Then, when things got sticky and messy, and I had to pay for my consequences, I began to remember what it was my parents tried to teach me, and suddenly I worshipped them and longed to see them again. Of course, this was long after they were gone, and I sorrowed tremendously over losing them.

I have in my old age, accepted the consequences of my obstinance, and endured the pain for which I was blamed in the lives of others who were in my care, because in my heart I knew I deserved it, even though I was never malicious, only ignorant, because I did not want to learn from others…

But in reality, I did the best I knew how., considering we all say that, but never admit that had we listened to those who had already gone down those roads, we could have learned a little better…that is, of course, if they themselves knew what they were doing.

So what it is I am trying to tell you is that I learned a very valuable lesson in life, at this jumping off point.

There is a good many things about our parents that we could call “teaching” moments; sometimes the lesson is what NOT to do. Other times, they may have some hidden wisdom in an area and not even realize they are bestowing it upon their young. You don’t need to question how they go about finding these things out. You just need to trust them, sometimes.

That is alright. Simply because you can see they do not know what they are doing at times, does not give us the right to disrespect them, or deny them any honor at all. Even when they stumble over their own lives, they try to do their best. Sometimes, if nothing else, we could choose to look at those things they may be good at handling, as pearls in the midst of a soggy, staled, outer layered shell.

For example, my father was very good at maintaining his calm while trying to explain something very important. It may be that the content seemed minuscule in the area of importance, like “keep the handles on the pan inward from the outside of the stove, so you don’t bump into it and get burned.”

The point is: it was HOW he explained it, that was the lesson.

We would shrug, whine, and hassle him for telling us over and over again and yet, he told us over and over again. He never got angry for telling us, and he always spoke kindly, with warm eyes, a slight smile, and at the level of understanding of our age (about 10 or 11 years). THAT was the lesson. How to speak to a child of that age, with a disposition of rebellion. He never saw it, but to this day, I keep the handles inward, and have never been burned.

My mother I am sure was bipolar, in the words of today’s hack doctors. She was emotional, and she hurt easily, and having been caught in a generation gap did not make it easy for such a person to adapt to a new way of the world.

In fact, many of us from generation to generation will experience a gap that we have to bridge inside of us. However, for those who held tightly the beliefs, the strengths of their generation, it is very difficult to let go if they are expected to do so. Add to that a hypersensitive person’s emotional apparatus, and you have yourself what the newly installed generation calls “bipolar.”

But one thing I always saw in her, as well as my father. She always prayed when she was alone. I might have peeked at her, and maybe that was a bit menacing. But she was so engrossed in her prayer that she never noticed or heard me or paid any attention. The lesson I learned from both of them in this area, is when you are doing something of value to you, nothing should get in the way of it.

How quick we are to complain, to blame others, to see only the negative of things.

Yes, there are negative things that need to be skewed, but there are also things that need to be remembered and  honored as well…. like the hard job of parenting, and our parents who never got a manual to know HOW to raise us. And when a family has money enough to care for their young, and when a family has education enough to see the teaching moments for their children…. and when  family has managed to do well in life in many areas, it will obviously be a little easier. But try not to think too much about what you did not have, and think about the tiny little things that helped you get a little better than your parents; that’s how civilization evolves…and we are part of that… I am more thankful than ever, now… that I am almost there with my ancestors.


Forgive because we are forgiven.