Character Writer Novels & Stories

Quick question for my readers: Are you familiar with the concept of a meta-aware character?

What do you hate 🥲 Who is your favorite character and why 🤭 What do you want me to add to the story:more twists, betrayal or lots of love 😘 I need every details guys, I love to socialize even though I am not the bold type 🥲 Feel free to act like any character and let your imagination run wild 😜 I remain your kind, shy, weird devoted writer and author Natasha Gwen 😌 Enjoy 🤧 Feel free to send gems too 🥹

Mercer was already in the room when I walked in. He stood to greet me, handshake brief and firm. “Angela. Thanks for coming.” “Thank you for inviting me.” We sat across from each other at a long table, the script in the middle. “I won’t waste your time,” he said immediately. “I want to know one thing. Why are you interested in this character?” I opened the marked-up script. “Because she doesn’t see herself as the antagonist,” I replied. “She believes she’s right. And that’s more dangerous than a character who knows she’s bad.”

“Only three right now.” “She’s trying to figure out which literary character she wants to base her lead guy on,” Kamron supplied. I blushed. I had this nasty habit of tweaking already developed characters from classical literature. “I’m getting sick of fixing the male protagonists from books,” I grumbled. Kimia’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” she asked around a mouthful of food. “Take Shakespeare. Give me one good male lead who doesn’t treat his woman like shit at all in the play.” I stared at her, then shifted my gaze to each person at the blankets. Each looked pensive as they tried to think of someone. “Exactly.”

"This is a man's matter. When is it your turn to talk?" Jena suddenly shook her body and immediately closed her mouth without speaking. Everyone saw that even Charlie's appearance was useless, and their hearts immediately sank to the bottom of the valley. The only person here who can be relied on is Charlie, his father's name is useless, everyone else is not a goat waiting to be slaughtered. Charlie was speechless at this time and couldn't answer, stood there stunned, looking extremely awkward. At this moment, Allen Old's sharp eyes passed over Mark Susann and Charlie and the others, and saw a few beautiful beauties standing not far away, especially Charlie's girlfriend, Tom Hiddleston, with

She looked really familiar, her blue long hair, flat nose, plum lips, round face with a little touch of freckles. My eyes got bigger in size as realization hit me, this lady right here has the same description of my character. My eyes scribbled down to her name in haste, ANNA STEVE, that's my character name.... That's my character name!!. Anna Steve lost her parents at a very young age, went through the most tragic life anyone could ever have, worked as a bartender and then... as a stripper. This is the very same exact life character Anna Steve had before I killed her last week. I think I should add that I killed her in my imaginary world of writing.

I had never been good at acting. Two weeks ago, I would have failed to play grass in a school theater. Fortunately, Emily worked the psycho-magic she normally used preparing witnesses to testify, and now my character—Charlotte Madison, the invincible secretary—had become a masterpiece... in my own league.

Those insignificant supporting roles are my friends, they are real people with real feelings and a real heartbeat! Screw the original plot of this story! Who cares if I'm living the life of a heroine or a villainess! I didn't want any of this. I thought the characters in a story were all under the impression that what they feel, how they act, what their preferences and interests are, their type, are all given by the Author since he is their creator. But it never came to my mind that Caspian would come to my world as a living and breathing person. With the time I spent with him, he's even more human than anyone else I know. "R-Ria.." Caspian called me.

With that I believe that the characters actions in this story are not limitedly portrayed as an antagonist or protagonist in that matter, as I'm particular that there is not one antagonist or protagonist in this story… if you are wondering which is which, I'm confident to leave that to your imagination. Consciously, this story might just be a compilation of multiple rewrites, revisions, word grinding, thesaurus, grammar checkers and stacks of psychology research papers and case studies, but to me personally, it was a thrilling 7 days and 8 nights of turning a single word to a soulful dialogue, dialogue to masterful paragraph, paragraphs to full grown characters, character to exciting chapter

“Oh, mama’s angry now? This is my house, and I say whatever I want!” Something snapped inside me. I stepped closer to her, my voice calm but cold. “Do you know who the most dangerous character in a story is?” I asked. She frowned. “What?” “It isn’t the hero,” I said. “It isn’t the loud villain. It’s the side character. The one who watches. The one who remembers everything. The one nobody expects to speak. With a few words, that person can break the whole story.” Her face paled for a second. I saw it…the flicker of fear she tried to hide. It brought a small smile to my face.