Introduce the second character. The second character, or supporting role is just as important as the lead. So you have to spend as much time on developing this person as you did with the first person. In our first article, the author continues to build the mystery surrounding the lead character. It easily introduces the secondary or supporting character, again, a broad brush outline of the woman in this case, he was taking another moment to unbutton his jacket. When he saw the woman, her hair was pulled back into a braid, not loose as that had been in the final picture.
It seemed to be a deeper, richer blonde in the sunlight. She wore tinted glasses, big frame bamboo lenses that obscured half her face, but he knew he wasn't mistaken. He could see the delicate lines of her jaw, the small straight now The full shapely mouth. The author then goes on to a full description, including clothing over another three paragraphs wrapping up with the positive line that clearly outlines woman who has just walked into the story. Yeah, a man would notice Roman thought as he flicked the cigarette away. He figured she knew it.
The last comment is not a facetious smile comment, but tells the reader that this woman is self assured and confident in herself. So let's say how our second example character handles the introduction of the new character in her life. This is Rebecca, mind you. There was still no sign of anyone looking particularly like a rain chain, or anyone with a placard with her name on it. Just a tall good looking and rather well dressed man approaching her with a smile as open As a new sunny day his eyes were a dark blue. He had dark rich hair.
Cut fashionably short, and his facial lines would make a sculptor cry for their perfection. Okay, a little different, but really, you're going to look at the man as she first sees him. That's all you need at this stage. We're on the bottom of page five if you have the book, the enemy Tinker affair. Let's pause here to recap. How are we getting on with our story so far?
If you like read and listen to the following text, and see if you can highlight how it follows broadly, the same pattern that can be found in the two already published novels. This is the part this is the project we're working on yourself. Casey Blake looked about as the train that the adjuster lighted from began to Roll past him out of the station. Everything he needed was in a duffel bag he had just dropped on the platform. The weight of his 38 on his ankle went unnoticed, and he hoped he wouldn't need it. If things went well, he would have no use for it.
He caught glances the people sitting in the dining car laughing over some tile being told, glasses raised in an unknown toast, as the cars began to speed by the last character is at the end of the train went by him with a clickety clack. The last cost paid by leaving a trial of Dustin scraps of paper drifting along the track. He glanced after it, hardly moving his head. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark aviator sunglasses, and his face seemed like a mask carved from stone. And consciously he touched the slim envelope in his coat pocket. Was he going to need this?
If all went well, he was Not Casey turned slowly. Excuse me, Casey turned slowly or full 360 degrees behind those sunglasses. He didn't even blink as well, he might. This was no way he thought nowhere. There wasn't solid inside. Nothing but the long ground level station platform, and a slowly rusting shed that seemed to serve as a station office.
As well as a storage facility, open to the blazing heat on all sides, except for a small weather board cubicle added into one corner. There was not another building insight in any direction. Well, the job had to be followed through. And if it meant fetching up in hills, armpit and Soviet, he was not a man given the questioning orders, but he was getting to wonder what he was supposed to do next. In any case, He had decided sometime back that this would be his last assignment. So He shrugged his broad shoulders to settle his coat and looked around.
Time enough later to worry about the future, there was still a job to do. long years of hard work had turned his body into a solid bulk. He was by no means a picture of from a muscle magazine. But six foot two of lean hard masculinity, with a confident posture had more than one woman turning in their tracks to watch him striding along a sidewalk. And they there are no sidewalks here he noted Riley, a faint rise of his lips hinting at a smile. He moved into the shade of the ol rusty shed, and immediately noticed the footprints and the dust on the wooden floor.
Nothing stood but he was tense and very alert. He cursed himself for being so stupid as to think because there was nothing to save for miles around that he might be alone. He had just assumed that he looked again for at the prince. What the escapees lives. They were the bare footprints of a child. The only place he couldn't see into was the small cubicle or office he supposed at the end of the shed.
The footprints headed in that direction, so he strode after them. So why hadn't this mystery person shower on themselves when the train had pulled up to let him alight? The sun was well up in the cloud the sky in case he had to find a way to get himself to the guest house before nightfall. Even Kalia his boss couldn't have known how remote this place was, or did he? Casey went back over his conversations as he walked carefully towards the door of the office. stationmaster.
The sign said bringing a full smile To his tan face. He opened the door carefully to reveal all 12 square feet of empty room. But he could see through the only window and found himself looking eye to eye with an old horse that looked about as rusty as the station Jed. And someone bent over the horse was raised right front foot. The person was turned away from him, but he could see clearly enough classic check shirt jeans and riding boots. wide brimmed hat jam down on the head.
Lane trim almost to boy by the looks, and I'm getting close to the window. A barefoot child standing holding the horses reins and looking squarely at him. case he backed out of the room and circled around to the blind side of the shed until the pair came into view. It was odd because he felt something trying to get his attention. He was a man who lived by instinct and was instantly alert checking the 38 he had strapped to angle. It wasn't much, but it would stop a man in his tracks if used up close.
A child was looking at him wide eyed, but the person attending the horse had not yet registered his presence. Or so he thought until the person said in a slightly muffled voice. Do you have a pocket knife I can use. The horse was picked up a stone, and I don't want her Elaine. Sure, replied Katie handing over his pocket knife or remainder from his father now long gone, but still remembered in the knife, one of those handy ones that cowboys had that seemed to outlast their owners. Casey noted the hand that reached back for the knife small four horsemen, a child he's supposed to have them.
Great reception committee. finally finished with the horse's foot. The person stood in turn to Casey. He had his hand out to take back the folding knife, but I'd forgotten it in an instant as something like a stopping heartbeat Alert through input just that instant. He came alive again as she pressed the knife into his hand with a casual thank you a faint smile lifting ellipse at the corners. This was a this was no child, this was a woman, and she had to be Charlotte Holden, the woman at the center of his mission.
The lead characters have been introduced here, and a fairly clear description given the hint of tension or excitement has been given, as has some reference to their past. Don't give it all away in the first chapter, of course, but we need to know who our characters are. Because we need to get to know them as we share their life. Let's continue. The one thing we haven't detailed yet is the location. In our project story, I hinted that it is at its remoteness and location beside a railway track.
But where is it Justin We introduced the female lead in a new story, we need to introduce the location as part of the exchange. But the important part is the two lead characters. So location really is secondary. It will largely depend on where you have decided to place your story where you said it. The story is developing now, we have the two main characters introduced, and you have become familiar with them. You have some idea of location and that location will be integral to the development of the romance.
If you've been working along yourself, you should by now, at the end of you should be at the end of chapter one. read and analyze if you haven't done so already. Chapter One of both of the recommended texts in the enemy anchor affair. Rebecca is up close and personal with Cooper in the welcoming charity is up close and personal with Roman Take a think take a moment to think about those two statements. I didn't say that Cooper was up close and personal with Rebecca, nor that Roman was up close and personal with charity. The lead characters may have been introduced in opposite order in the two novels, but the romance with a capital R should be subconsciously driven from female protagonists point of view, even though the male leads will be sharing their thoughts and feelings.
It's the female leads who in the end, hold the key to the romance to the story. Finally, let's move on to the last two lessons. which deal with the seven key elements of story construction