How I envy the writers whose characters are always talking to them, filling their heads with words, giving them wonderful stories they must write because the author's life depends on it. Almost in one sitting these writers type till their fingers are about to drop off. I'd love to be on such a roll. Not sleeping or eating until these 'good' characters cleverly resolve their conflicts and I fall exhausted from my chair.
That doesn't happen to me. My characters are not cooperative. They tend to sleep a lot and require a wack from a big stick to wake them and get them motivated. If I have a cold, my characters cough and sneeze a lot. If I'm angry or irritated, my characters have a physical fight and injuries occur, and if I'm stuck in research mode my characters fidget or wander in a dark cave. On wintery days they struggle uphill through the snow or drown in an icy lake, but when the sun shines outside, they give cheek to the authorities and sing and dance in a forest.
Why can't they get a life of their own? That would make it so much easier for me to plot a realistic story.
At this very moment I'm procrastinating about opening my wip file (chapter 5 from the heroine's pov) but I know the heroine will simply sigh and be her usual bland self- centred self, worrying about how people perceive her. Whereas my villain, she will be running down the beach with her dog, doing exactly what I am feeling guilty for not doing.
. . . where's my dog?