Challenge: Using prose or poetry, tell us about any experience you’ve had with a character developing without your conscious input. If you’ve never had it happen, discuss what you might do if one of your characters just started developing without your guidance.
Tom was 1 of three brothers - old time cowpokes. At age 85, Tom was the youngest of the three. He was tall, wiry and usually a bit shaky, but that was due to his drinking problems. OK, there's the description and here's where it went.
Tom weren’t no bad drunk
Only problem was, he stunk
Fact were, he were kinda dear
Ever night asleep in my Belvadere
Drove him home ever night
Told is brothers he were alright
Weren’t too bad with the windows down
Closed the bar, took him to town.
Brothers locked the door, made him sleep outside.
His smell even I found hard to abide.
One day, cold outside, I turned on the heat
Held my nose, knowing his stink would repeat.
He woke from a drunken sound sleep.
That then’s when he uttered a peep.
I turned to see him and saw his new bed roll
He said, no choice, cold take’s it’s toll
My brothers threw me in the creek.
Soaped me down, clean enough to squeak
They burned my bedroll and all my clothes.
They told me that everything goes.
This said, I tell ya, for the next week
His stench was quite weak.
The stench came back, it weren’t no joke
Heck, ya just gotta help an old cowpoke.