Sunday Inspiration – Inner conflict

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It’s been an interesting week this week and one where I really surprised myself. Previously I would have taken it personally when Mr Leviticus was being a very angry man, frothing and ranting at the world and me all week.  Instead I found myself in some perpetual calm state of inner peace and grace. Perhaps its a show of strength of how far I’ve come that his ad hominems and personal jibes at my morals and beliefs just melted away into insignificance.  Perhaps its the absurdity of such hatred and bigotry or a recognition that often when people are trying to denigrate others it is a projection of their own insecurity. I think the mistake most people make is misconstruing the actions of others as a personal dig against them, when in fact the vast majority of the time it is a personal failing or insecurity on the part of the person making the insult. Is life imitating art or art imitating life – either way like people in real life, the characters in our writing will be faulted, fallible and be battling their own inner conflicts.

So how can we create the internal conflicts, contradictions and insecurities of our characters in a way that does not show the writers hand? It’s not easy to do if you are writing a character driven plot – of course some novels are much more plot driven and focus little on character development – but little characteristic tics, reactions and dialogue can show the reader the inner conflict that the character is feeling. Such conflict can be expressed through narrative but this is a much more difficult task as it needs a much more delicate hand to ensure that character development doesn’t dive into a free-fall of exposition.

With this is mind perhaps this week you could consider the ways in which you could use this weeks Sunday Inspiration to explore exposing, developing and making at least one character react to internal conflict within this weeks writing.

Your one line is:

Red patchy splotches appeared on her face as she turned to confront him

Rules: Hints and handy tips:

  • Use this weeks image and one line to inspire you in a creative endeavour
  • You can use them to write in any style, genre, or form
  • Enjoy, get creative, have fun
  • Come back and share the link to your blog where your work is posted or post using the comments section here. Normally I say post by close of play the following Saturday (close of play being midnight in your time zone)

Have a grand week everyone and look forward to reading your contributions next Saturday.

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About V C Willow

V C Willow has always loved to write and read for pleasure. During her teenage years she wrote a lot of poetry but graduated to writing Science Fiction, Fantasy, Epic Fiction, Urban Fantasy and Suspense as she reached her twenties. She is a geek and comic nerd. A very keen reader, an enthusiastic cook and gardener and loves to craft. She's even been known to get down and dirty and do some DIY. V.C live in Manchester, England with her ball of cat fluff, Willow. She is currently writing her début fantasy novel. You can follow her authors page on Facebook at: www.facebook.com/vcwillow Connect with her on Linked in at: uk.linkedin.com/pub/vc-willow/4b/b90/521 Follow her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/inquisitivevic Follow her on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/5563938-v-c-willow )O(
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One Response to Sunday Inspiration – Inner conflict

  1. Gene Hilgreen says:

    Cathy Holland’s would not call her first couple of days on the job boring. Not only did she protect the Vice President, she was her double.
    She wanted to be a Secret Service agent from the time she was ten. Her father was Secret Service, and it ran in her blood. Therefore, when she got the call she was elated.
    Dr. Charlotte ‘Char’ Vice-Davidssen, the Vice President of the United States of America had one rule. Her bodyguards had to be Marines, and more specifically, they had to be Snake Eaters—the elite of the elite. Bob ‘Gunny’ Denis, one of her husband’s closest friends and business partners, trained the Snake Eaters. He ran the program out of his Tactical Operations Training Company, a couple of miles from Camp Lejune, NC.
    Trained in every aspect of jungle warfare; those who pass had the honor of drinking the blood of their snake. Hence the Snake Eater moniker. Not only did Cathy pass the test, she was the spitting image of Char, who was not a Marine like her husband, but had passed the Snake Eater program. Gunny and her husband Buck wanted Cathy on Char’s detail.
    Volkan, a Russian spy had eluded Bucks team of elite defenders of the Constitution long enough, and it was time to draw him in.
    Cathy stood before the censored glass wall of Char’s office and stared off at the Capital building.
    Volkan was out there somewhere—
    Not happy with the current charade, Cathy voiced her concern with Buck. “This is ridiculous, I should be out on the—”
    Buck equally pissed interrupted her rebuke. “We went over this, it will work. Just be ready when you hear the alarm.”
    The window censors were integrated with a sophisticate GPS system. For the past month, Buck had combed DC for every location that afforded a sniper shot at the window. Volkan had set off the alarm seven times, all from different locations, but he never took the shot. Buck knew why, and found the other five locations in the area that would allow for a kill shot.
    Twenty of Bucks best were in position, and trained their sniper rifles on all twelve sites with their lasers off. Eight of the sites had double coverage. Buck was trained on the site, he would have chosen, and he knew Volkan better than anyone—that’s where he would be. He also knew there would be two snipers.
    The thickness of the glass would alter the shot—as much as five inches. Buck knew that Volkan would want a head shot, which made it almost impossible.
    The first shot would be from a smaller caliber bullet, most likely a 5.56, to shatter the window. The second would be a more powerful 7.62 and the kill shot. The 7.62 would not be first—because of its velocity, it would make a pinhole in the window and deflect off target.
    The alarm shrilled a second before the window shattered. The GPS signal sent to every sniper. Buck was right; he and his top two snipers were in the zone.
    “Duck damn it.” Buck yelled, and let out his breathe. “Ooh-rah,” left his lips as he fired at the sniper location.
    Cathy turned slightly toward Buck, but less than a second later—
    Red patchy splotches appeared on her face as she turned to confront him. Stunned and relieved that she was still alive, Cathy felt her face and realized it was the glass from the shattered window. “Thank you Buck,” was all she managed to say.
    “Volkan down,” said Buck.
    “P-O-S number two down,” said Whitecloud.
    Cathy sat on the floor and laughed. “Guess you’re going to need a new double.”
    Char smiled. “Not a chance Cathy, you have the job for as long as you want. Nice job everyone. Priest, could you and Whitecloud get her to the hospital ASAP.”
    “Yes Boss.”

    #

    To be continued…

    As always, thanks VC. I’ve been playing with Volkan’s demise for a month now. Your Sunday holler sparked a creative thought. Whether I use it or not, it was fun and a nice break from my novel.

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