Fictional characters have lives of their own
Fictional characters are not built, they grow. Take up residence. Reveal themselves to the writer. Refuse to do what the author wants them to do, unless it's also what they want.
This can happen even with minor characters, the kind some writers call spear carriers. These characters are there to provide background and verisimilitude rather than to move the plot forward.
For awhile now, I've known that Simon's brother Cyril is called St. Cyr within the family circle. Now I know why he has that nickname. This knowledge appeared in my mind while I was swimming lengths.
The nickname comes from a childhood game the brothers played when they were children. "Call me Sir Simon," commanded the elder brother. The younger replied, "I am St. Cyr." Although only his parents and siblings use it, this name has stuck every since.
It was Simon who let me know. Well, not directly. At the time, I was listening in while he chatted with Joan. Anyway, thanks, Simon. Sorry about being such an eavesdropper.
What? You don't mind. That's great. But Simon, you do realize that's because you are such an egotist, don't you? Don't look at me like that. You know perfectly well I like to delude myself that I am getting the last word. At least some of the time.
This can happen even with minor characters, the kind some writers call spear carriers. These characters are there to provide background and verisimilitude rather than to move the plot forward.
For awhile now, I've known that Simon's brother Cyril is called St. Cyr within the family circle. Now I know why he has that nickname. This knowledge appeared in my mind while I was swimming lengths.
The nickname comes from a childhood game the brothers played when they were children. "Call me Sir Simon," commanded the elder brother. The younger replied, "I am St. Cyr." Although only his parents and siblings use it, this name has stuck every since.
It was Simon who let me know. Well, not directly. At the time, I was listening in while he chatted with Joan. Anyway, thanks, Simon. Sorry about being such an eavesdropper.
What? You don't mind. That's great. But Simon, you do realize that's because you are such an egotist, don't you? Don't look at me like that. You know perfectly well I like to delude myself that I am getting the last word. At least some of the time.