As I write my stories, I spend quite a bit of time thinking about my characters and where they are going. It all depends on what they say.
I am very interested in the character of the old woman. Her relationship with this doll seems to transcend years. So what does this mean? Sometimes I have to wait for the characters to tell me what is going to happen. The story is continuing tonight, but I needed a few minutes to talk my way through the old woman. I like her. I like her character, but I know that something has happened to her that has caused her pain and grief and now it’s happening again with the reintroduction of this doll. At first I thought that the doll was malevolent, maybe even evil. But now I’m not so sure.
The old woman only speaks to the doll. That in itself seems interesting to me and even a bit strange. Why is there no one else around? Where does she live? Does she live alone? A better question may be who is she? I think I have her figured out. Or at least I know as much as she wants me to know. She makes me very uncomfortable at times. I think she has a secret, a very ugly secret. And somehow this doll fits into the big picture.
I have her pictured in my mind. I can see her so clearly that it scares me. She looks at and points a finger in my direction telling me where to look and what to see. “What?” I ask. “What has happened to you that is so awful that you have become this isolated, lonely old woman who talks to a doll – a very old porcelain doll.” I wait for an answer.