As a writer, characters pop into my head all the time. Right now, the space between my ears is home two two, maybe three, character seedlings. That means that they aren’t completely fleshed out but it’s only matter of time before they pop onto the page.
But Alberto, my favorite character in my book, was one of those characters that matured on the pages. In my mind he was a side thought. But now, he’s the one I identify with.
He reminded me of this guy.
Well not exactly this guy but this character in the musical Chicago. Amos Hart, the loveable pushover who, at the end, finally understands who his wife really is.
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