People watching is one of my favorite hobbies.
While I was at the market the other day, I kept sneaking peeks at this 3-generation family unit behind me in line. It appeared to be a grandmother, daughter and granddaughter. The mother would scold the child, the grandmother would scold the mother and the child would play up to the grandmother and get whatever it was she wanted.
There was such a unique exchange of power going on that it made me think about the characters in my stories, and how their interpersonal relationships change over time.
No one is on top all the time. No one is on the bottom all the time. And if they are… there’s something slightly unbelievable about it. The characters fail to be people, and start being caricatures, which is not what any writer should want.
The dumb, tough-guy jock. It’s an archetype as old …